it's so warm the corpus tends to relax but i know evil lurks, so we are stealthy and shifting and not getting too much in a bad cop rut. we know she's of limited imagination so we have a natural advantage, and i'm learning to find the subtle line between vigil and possession, and the vigil is making us more creative. i was thinking more about those toy police drones. how will we know the terrorists from the kiddies when they both fly their toys-which ones have payloads of destruction. this will be the topic over an all-american thanksgiving.

 bless our little throbbing hearts what a difference a day makes,  think ella brimful of joy.

as i almost got run over in the crosswalk (they should call them cross-hairs) i wish if they don't assign evil bitch cop to gang squad could they assign her to crosswalk duty? she could make a lot of money there and get her jollies harassing people doing real harm.

the cretin thrills at her power but it's the power of a cretin.

i whine and good copp plays the tiny proverbial violin. humiliation lingers from the cretin with a gun treating me like a retarded child, but we acted free anyway, and almost believed.