Gone Fishin’
His sense of time was as warped as everything else.
He couldn’t have said how long he stayed there.
He didn’t want to be taken away.
He must find a way out before it was too late.
Gone Fishin’ – again :-)
He needed no more than three hours’ sleep to function perfectly for the rest of the day.
Age and money had alienated him from that relationship.
He had always had a strong connection with nature.
Gone Fishin’
I hate to spoil your fun.
I swear I’m telling the truth.
But I’ve told you everything I know.
I’m feeling really strange.
There was no shelter to be found.
What about hard work and loyalty, not to mention coolness and courage and charm?
No more big ideas, please.
More people having more and more thoughts.
Because thoughts were real.
Perhaps that was why the universe was expanding.
The collision of ideas and images.
That’s all a sunset was: an exultation of dirt and dust.
Some of the clouds were beginning to be stained by the sinking sun.
Please don’t let me go mad.
He lowered his head again and pressed on.
Remember who you are.
An empty threat is always a sign of weakness.
Are you threatening me?
You think she’s a good person?
Do you think I don’t know about that?
What keeps them awake at night?
What have you got for me?
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