Anger Is The Spirits Telling

The Medium Obscured The Message.

Mr. Fresh Looked Up. "the Book Says If We Don't Do Our Jobs Everything Could Go Dark, Become Like The Underworld. I Don't Know What The Underworld Is Like, Mr. Asher, But I've Caught Some Of The Road Show From There A Couple Of Times, And I'm Not Interested In Finding Out. How 'bout You?" "maybe It's Oakland," Charlie Said. "what's Oakland?" "the Underworld." "oakland Is Not The Underworld!" "the Tenderloin?" Charlie Suggested.

That's A Horrible Plan." "yes, But I Have Chosen To Ignore That.

Words, Words, Words, A Million Million Words Circle In My Head Like Hawks, Waiting To Dive Onto The Page To Rend And Tear The Only Two Words I Want To Write. Why Me?

Whistler,' Manet Called. 'how's Your Mother?