a pretty blandday i guess at work ::: in comparison to the last few weeks
i guess everyday life caN be construed as bland ::: >>>
per office usua � i am veRy coffee thirsty : besides my typical
workaday obligatioNs at the office � i now have a mystery to solve
& i know not where to begin ::: >>>
i left work today out the back w/ momentary flashbacks to the
potatosack & rubberband abductioN � my heart raceS �
i know not what to think or do anymore � i get into my automobile
& begin the commute hoMe ::: >>>
i did notice on my driving hoMe soMe fellow commuters casting strange
stares my way ::: i fear that this is much larger than the 6 or 7 beings
that may have been responsible for my kidnapping ::: theRe is an organized
group of general citizeNs that know & support my eventual disappearance
i am afraid ::: >>>
i see this 1 little old lady � driving along � seeming to be
minding her business � but i knew better than this 1 � she apparently
needed to get over in front of me right in my lane � but no way jorge
� i swerve a bit into her lane & give her a cunning smile to
my victories � & she gives me a menacing, all-knowing evil glance
back to me ::: she must be part of
this conspiracy ::: >>>
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i know that they are after me ::: my heart begins to race even though
it is this running away in fear that they so seek ::: i put up calm pancakes
of pretense that i have no fear no scaredness of this situations ::: >>>
they wilL NOT get to me [ i do NOT allow it ] ::: >>>
i am a commuter of stoNe resonance : a constitution of the people : my
courage in the face of commutation prevents any further knowledge of my
supreme paranoia & feaR ::: >>>
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a bit further along ::: >>>
a complete nancyman � driving along w/ the windows rolleddown &
his talkshow radio blasting for alL the start & stop highway traffick
world to hear ::: a reaL winner i can telL you that ::: welL ::: to show
hiM he cannot control my commute hoMe i turN up the collegestation hiphop
show to the fulL blast & rolL my windows down & crank my AC way
up to high ::: he cannot feather my goat � no way ::: >>>
he turns to me like soMe sort of malevolent creepy junior highschool
physics teacher � rolls his eyes around & rapidly cranks his
windows up & closed ::: >>>
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: I WIN AGAIN :
a few more incidents like this & i return hoMe safe & sound �
not a scratch on my consonance ::: >>>
i put in the viseNe droplets & turn on the countrywesternradiostation
to relax a bit before showering before bed for the nite ::: i am truly
exhausted from my uneventfuL day ::: >>>
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