28 May 2017
2145 hrs
Ohhh. Patient Reader.
New news, newsies. Nothing new?
Noooo. Numbers! Numbers now numb. Nobody now, new- NOT? No. No
no no. Never need new niceties, nor
newer necessities. Nobody needs numbing;
nobody needs Nevermore.
copyright Properfessor
Thank you, anti-psychotic features of the psychoactive
compounds I consume PO, IM, and, well, all delivery routes enteral or parenteral!
I swear to Jebus, it's just the low O2 up here. It's difficult for us, of the vulpes zerda, to ride a wave of mania
like hangin’ ten on some tasty curls.
Thank you, Mood Stabilizers!
In the middle of that terrible episode, the zenith away from
which I hope I am descending. Thumbs
squeezed, fingers and toes and eyes crossed.
The longing nostalgia for the wild things in your past; the emptiness of
that hole adrenaline and love for all things stimulating used to fill. . . Roll Tide.
In the middle of the terror, two shining lights appeared out
of the gloom.
Suffice it to say, this Manic Episode has morphed from
intractable terror to a serene soaring. An owl, perhaps, gliding silently on
the night heat as it escapes back to space.
The owl. Respected harbingers of
immense change.
Well. No Shit.
Details? Fuck you,
those are mine. If you're lucky, my
words won't blaze like a divine whirlwind charring the black dust off your
blacker bones.
. . . Except for you of course, Patient Reader. You guys take your shit and twist until they
cry Uncle, and they have returned to the state of being your obsequious little
bitches.
Or I could just lay it all out for you later.
Best to you all, except for those who can go suck ass. You know who you are, Janice in
Accounting. Awww. She don't give a FUCK!
G'nite, everyone who fits in the husk of my heart.
As always I remain,
The Cunning Fennec Fox
As always I remain,
The Cunning Fennec Fox
And the rest of you get off your asses and repair The
Constant.
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