I deliver. Do we exchange? Barter. Pulses ripped from our imaginations. I don't know what to throw to you anymore. A big round controlling something. Many many big round things. I'd show them your wanted poster, but then they would all want you. What did I do last night? Think of someone too young for Med-school. In some ways your creations transcend time. I am near the end of time. Push me off. I'm broken and you have all my shards. I bet some Bond needs my skills to write a love poem with a happy ending. Of course it will include a desk job. I bought a pipe today, a black one. I smoke again both on and off the page. Chemical free tobacco of course with enough to get through the winter. You rummaged through my head first. A psychic fight where I wanted you to trip over my spinal cord. You are still here rent free, annoying and desirable, I want to evict you and teach you how to survive in the real world. But you are a keeper. Why did I find what I wanted too soon? Are you in cult? I'm a specialist. Do you want to escape or does the dictator need $5 to grind a new key at the hardware store? These are the test results.
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