
Let’s Not Wrestle, Mt. Heart Attack

Do not feed Jer. Over-sharing compulsivo. Don't blame me, blame social-media. Live transcription of recorded files may contain error. Swimming with the tide. Purchasing secrets. Is this the ionized water?
Back the club sandwich and fries and debbie hand at susan and iced tea. Even though she hadn’t asked for one, I was thinking about artery barber. The missing girl from Calabasas. And glancing at robbers, empty chair. I wonder what else was in the black duffel bag. He was carrying I looked for it, but didn’t see it and guess he had taken it with him when he went to the pool.
The ways crusted gently across the shore and i stared back the book. I was reading and came across the words. Pedals on a wet black bow. And a reference to the wichita, linemen, and someone being unable to drive across the carquinas bridge, as i kept drifting away. And i finally looked up, the light had changed.
I saw someone approaching us in the distance and i became frightened, it was one of the cult members from riders of the afterlife. But i