GeeseFlySouth

Another episode of Noah’s life has been disbanded, disenfranchised, discontinued, and disconnected from this and all versions of reality still online and running…

What am I doing?  Falling slowly in love with another beautiful woman who has no idea that I really exist.

Let me clarify, because she and I can talk (oh so simply and easily, imho), and whilst we just met and see a kinship in one another, I’m not sure that she is actually able to look away from the controlled, haphazardly bridled chaos that is her own life and its various sneaks, plot twists, the suddenly appearing chapters and sub-chapters in disappearing ink, et cetera ad nauseam ad infinitium to see that I am actually outside that construct of drugs, lies, money, and manipulation playing across the funhouse mirrors in living color live and ….well…. Thaaaank fucking fuckery, as much here as much as there.. I think it’s playing on her monitor.  

I hope I’m playing on her monitor.

But then, she would have to realize that I’m not an actor in her story and she also was not one in mine but we are instead glitched into sharing the now with one another.

WHATEVER, Barkeep, hit me with a double and then get the fuck out of my kitchen, I’m a busy man.

Lies.  I am not a busy man.  I should be.