“How is your day? No topic: some Ghost Snare transcript”
The time is now 3:45pm.
I have a complete memory-blank, from when I got up around half-five, and that’s a lie equal to not remembering writing that line.
Carl is now walking down the corridor, with an angry look on his face. I’ll write it up, once I hear what he has to say.
“I don’t know how to end their suffering. I’ve left them two in the kitchen, wanting to watch a video of what Ricky’s watching—it just says it’s buffering, and hasn’t moved since they clicked on it. I made jokes about who really gives a shit, about two sisters when you’re fucking two pussy’s at once, said she didn’t want to hear anymore and it’s what I got out of yeah. And that’s also for what they implied, if on them I ever tried, a piece of wire would be tied around my neck. So, Walter, what do you think of Hendrick Copper?”
I said he reminded me of someone who isn’t on top, like Bart from Dawn of the Dead, and greeting someone in an elevator. Turns out in the end, he was the biggest bitch of the lot.
That is when he got talking about Night of the Living Dead, and I said at the end, it was just his conspiracy 101 foolishness.
“If you really think about it...Cooper was Ben’s boss. Him being fired that very same day, before Cooper set off early in the morning for a wedding. His daughter was bitten by a black zombie.”
I said run that by me again, to which he replied “But I stood next to you, I don’t understand.”
I’m near the tipping-point over one situation. Between you there is an R, so I’ll put them both in A&E, by cutting off positive energy from two people. Let them go about their weak pranks, calling it a G thang.
Jimmy’s just walked into the cell with a glue-stick, and has said “Don’t listen to her. Some boyfriends can’t text twenty-three full words in a sentence for a reply, you’ve done enough texting. I said I can always change my top five, as it’s all subjective. And you know what would make me arrive quicker? Quit bursting, and sit on the toilet for a number two.”
# Currently getting drawings out of the way, to then go on a mad one with the writing.
But here’s a random note.