Hello there. For
those of you who have been following my tale, I say thank you.
I apologize to you, my friend, for I have been called away
on travel, and there is only the remnant of a story left here and now for you. I’ve been doing the busy practice of
memorizing ppts, and that pays the bills.
My work supports my writing habit.
When I return, it will be something that you might wish to
see.
For now, here are the bare bones.
Going.
VICTIM No. 2
WAS SHERRY
Howl by Beware of
Darkness
The old man wiped his foul tasting mouth on the arm of his
nasty overcoat. He pulled strings of
thick drool from his beard and flung them to the floor.
He staggered up from his knees and felt the place spin a
bit. The plastic bottle of vodka fell to
the floor and rolled, leaving a trail of clear liquid, to join the drool and
the vomitus pile. He needed to rinse his
mouth, and there was only one thing he could see that would do the job.
He lurched forward and gabbed the bottle up and put it to
his mouth. He tilted his head back, and
the liquid filled his mouth. Oddly
enough, it tasted sweet to his white-film-coated tongue. His liver shrank back, but his gullet called
for this nectar.
He closed his eyes as they rolled back into his head, and he
swallowed.
The heat in his belly exploded out to his arms and legs, and
he grinned. He felt really fucking good.
Sherry was victim number two, and she had walked-in to this
old drunk man who lived in a condemned building.
And now, she had his addiction to drive her, as well as
those of the man who had killed her.
God Help Her.
She stuffed the bottle into the big side pocket of her
trenchcoat and looked around on the floor.
(Here we go back onto the southside of Fuckno.)
Dead Man’s Shoes by
The Virginmarys
(Here is where the description of Sven’s Walkin-into them
Purple Robes, the Armedmenia. This is
what it’s all about, my friend.)
And then, when we see how the golden car that had some
secrets in it was pulled out of the desert after having been drowned, we would
see the return of the blue ghost man with one and a half eye-shades.
The Glinty.
And Mayhem would ensue.
See you next time, my friend.
God Help You.
God Help Us All.
---traveling willies out.
B3 by Placebo
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