ďThe Ghostly Bible: the Covid-19 dilemmaĒ
Itís now quarter-to-twelve.
I told Spiral about the sleeping pills, but no amount of them will get rid of the Good Nights Await hotel.
A months worth of dreams I could possibly write up, because thatís how long Iím gonna be in solitary confinement.
Not sure why they call it a quiet room, when thereís a tv in there; but I was apparently a part of the riot too, as soon as George Floydís death was mentioned, and staff members said they didnít care.
Before being put into this cube, Jessica said ďIím off until Friday. Youíve got the pen and pad, Lawrence wants to know more about Constantine and Detective Logitskill.Ē So he has been going through my draws again, and can stick his reports where the sun donít shine.
The first thing I did in my dream last night, was waking up on the brown sofa, in reception. It was deserted.
After I picked up the note off the table and read it, Atkinson walked out from behind some doors, followed by a crowd of people, then began to say ďI appreciate the applause, but itís nothing you havenít heard before. Sun, beautiful weather again we have today. If in that box you could type that, the name, so look on your iPad, at the Deep Underground Poetry member GraceóHer introduction is wishing to be a wordsmith some day, but I can honestly hold my hand on my heart, have said I loved what she wrote on the eternal darkness thread, around twelve oíclock. Itís now June-second. Thereís an Irish gentleman on there, a poem named ďnever been great with titles but call me sir if you must,Ē that was pretty decent...Ē
Brian then walked through the front hotel doors; he saw Brendaís tiny banner, then shouted ďMe and the rest of the family donít care what heís written us! His pictures suck, and life is all about getting drunk! So Iím gonna live it up!Ē
ďPay no attention to that reprobate,Ē Atkinson said, leading his crowd out of the building.
Brian then looked towards my direction. ďAnother nine days, and I wouldnít have seen you for a whole year. Shouldnít be around Ecton Brook, so get up and get out of here.Ē
I walked over towards the elevator, and when the door opened, there was a corridor; I stepped into that, heard a bang, then I turned around to see a painting of an ambulance. ďIn about half-an-hour, youíll be back here inside that, looking at your photo,Ē a voice said in the distance.
Jimmy then appeared. ďIt is just going to be a false alarm. Karma has already happened to Nicholas. It is around twenty-to-five in the evening, but donít quote me on it, because Iím learning crap the time. Thereís one door Iím supposed to take you to, and your nurse has suggested thirty-bastard-five.
Having walked to the door, Jimmy opened it, and I saw Edward standing at the front of a class full of students: facing me. ďAh, Ricky, so good of you to turn up. You were causing me worry, is your excuse today, that a squirrel fought you then scurried?Ē
I walked over towards the chair, at Johnís table and sat down.
ďThereís only five-minutes left of registration, Billy. Canít you just be quiet?Ē Edward asked.
🚧 ... a work in progress and still on-going.