Spooky Stole My Noodle scanning the floor for leftover appendages.

Wednesday, December 18, 2002   Red unwelded and drawn out, pale fish flutter by. It's all he can do to grab onto the steam rolling up out of the con... No, that's not going to do. All he could do was stuff his pants full of the drawings he'd made while hiding in the closet, waiting for the cleaning people to leave the office. It had taken longer than usual this time, though he wasn't sure why. With the door closed he couldn't figure out exactly what they'd been doing, but it had involved moving the conference table around (it was the only thing heavy enough to have made so much noise) and then there was some vocalizing of some kind. Perhaps some sort of therapy. Now he had all of these drawings on little scraps of paper he'd found in a box in the closet. Why there were little scraps of paper in a box in the closet - a separate issue. We can get to that. What I knew at the time was that he couldn't leave the drawings behind - never leave a drawing behind, is what someone used to always say. They'll follow them like breadcrumbs and come right into your room at night, and no one will hear you when you need a drink. In fact I don't even think THAT'S all he could do, either, but that's all I can think of saying he could do. He probably could've taken off all of his clothes and run out into the cold, dark night, screaming into the headlights of an oncoming car just before he was tossed up over the roof and onto the road behind it. posted by Kingo Sleemer | 1:41 AM		contactions contact kingo contact spooky archives links squub