whatever's left,
no matter how improbable,
is the solution.
believe it.
with a calling card nod to my fictional friend
sherlock holmes, my ninjas.
the very best in pretend people,
and my personal inspiration to maintain
vigilance and perceptive perspective.
yeah.
so what's new from the vigilante's viewpoint?
old sayings made current-
home is where the heart is,
and when both are broken,
it makes being a housebreaker much simpler.
that's that burglary-type jauns.
y'know,
like getting robbed,
or having something stolen.
i mean,
sure, i've been housebroken for some time now,
so i'm not sh!tting my pants, exactly,
and my house is broken-
you should see the upstairs rooms, neighbors;
but now that it's fast becoming a broken home,
i feel like i should be wearing my footpad's
house breaker kit,
to intrude on the Fortress from without,
and impose on the Fortress from within;
so after breaking in,
and i mean that in so many ways-
especially in the sense of driving a wedge of
myself between inside and outside
of everything and everywhere;
and breaking in,
like wearing and tearing a comfortable amount
of site-specific destruction in all things,
from shoes to pipes to people....
it's hard to break out again,
and that goes double for escaping,
moreso even with the at-fault-lines
breaking open as wide as canyons.
and i kinda don't think that's what anybody means
by breakout performance...
let me break it down for y'all,
it's true what they say-
breaking up is hard to do,
and i doo-doo that achy breaky sh!t, kids.
the great flood only lasted forty days and nights,
and then somebody found something worth saving.
just sayin'.
huh?
yeah.
rough mornings are my specialty.
check the teleport,
and then remark on the warm maple-brown of my eyes:
i know.
if eyes are the window to the soul,
then faces are the doorway to the truth.
and the truth hurts, mutha-'uckers.
awwwwwwwwwwww, man.
it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....80
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