Memphis TN 2009. The stalker assignment spins you back to the shed and you’re in there seeding myspace with the ghosts of godspeed. The fuck. Between lockdowns at the six yeah I shut myself in the shed for a time. Cigarette smoke scrawling numbers codes symbols on the wall. Art bell on the radio and you’re muttering about polly lee james cowboy and Fred. The brothers Fell and Polly James they rescue don’t rescue Rachel they help her kill Bobby Ray in palestine east arkansas. Cowboy Fred and polly cross over from the yellow to peer at Jack and Josephine across the salt flats from lost highway. Polly left a thousand dead yellow butterflies on the windshield of that black firebird. The other timeline. Locked in the shed I’m spinning up myspace pages for polly cowboy Fred they all have their own hotmail boxes burner numbers phantom identities no connection to me. Polly had a Tumblr page. Cowboy was a killer of killers he left no trace but for the myspace diary no friends there but sad face Tom. Brother fred though. He dragged the river bottom of deviant art for dead souls and fuck me I have no idea how to find those pages now. Ghosts in myspace.
Come on don’t be an asshole. We got unfinished business. Need to get jigsaw granny out of this sack before she gets ripe. Hank blows smoke tosses cherry filter still glowing into the black says holy shit dude I won five hundred on that scratcher. Uh huh you’re buying. Rock paper scissors or flip for it. Heads you get the latex gloves tails I get the inventory call it. Fuck off I got the clipboard you get the gloves. I unbagged the dead baby remember. Don’t talk about the baby please dude. Fuck sake plus I did the girl. Fuck that’s right you did the girl. Never saw that shit before teen girl suicide shot herself in the head who does that. She was a pretty little thing too sweet sixteen. Shut up Hank. The girl fucked me up. Did compressions once on a girl who was blue twenty years back still see her face. I did the geezer ran over his foot with a lawnmower. And the other geezer. Which one. The one crushed by the vending machine. Whatever just throw. You always throw rock dude it’s pitiful. Like a glitch you autistic or what. Fuck off give me some gloves.
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