@virginrule ... and then, suddenly, i cared even less.
LIFE’S A GAME OF HIDE AND MEEK, and randy knows too much. looking into his eyes is like staring into a projector –– sometimes you can literally see the gears turning, spitting out frame after frame of moments lived / moments seen. all stu can really do is keep trying to supply him with film, curating the feed of images as best he can. ( KEEP HIM OFF THE TRAIL. ) but to do that, he’s got to keep his attention ... and that’s –– uh –– not to easy to do when the randy man takes it upon himself to walk away. ❛ whoa! where’re you goin’, man? ❜
a toothy smile / a jackal’s mask concealing a hyena’s grin –– hiding in plain sight, wearing the warning signs like girls wear blush but ( hey, it’s okay ! ) … EVERYBODY'S A SUSPECT. stu toddles along behind him in the way that he does, all loose limbs and bounding steps –– a dog at a park, freshly off the lead. an arm slung around randy’s shoulders, a noose waiting to jerk shut / ribs pressed against the other’s side, too close for comfort. the thing about leading lambs astray is that sometimes you’ve got to wave your arms real hard to keep their attention. ( look at me! over here! don’t pay attention to the wolf beyond that there hill. ) ❛ –––not even a single theory? a crumb of mystique? by golly, it’s a christmas miracle! ❜
