Sergeant... you're going to want to see this. Yikes. Multiple head wounds huh? That's rare. looks like The Perp used some sort of jagged object to make the insertions. Zoom. Sergent looks at private. Looks like he was just too Metal OR i guess it's true: You can check out, but you can never leave. Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow CAT FOOD! Meeeeeow! ..... Safe.. reliable... Army of One! Daniels, would you run this sample by CDC, see if you get any matches.Yes sir. Thanks.. oh.. hows your sister? She is doing OK... the accident was traumatic for her. I can understand that. Tell her if she needs anything, she can call me. Sergeant! Whats on your mind Skanks? Well, me and Gomez ran a powder party on the CS again... and we came across some things we missed the first time. Huh... looks like the murderer wasn't the stabbing kind.. looks like he was more of the..... kind.... joke... commercials.
I am not sure if I can't feel my legs, or my legs can't feel me. I would ask, but that's silly.
Door break!
*sigh... looks all clear. Gomez, you take the kitchen, Skanks, I want you in the bedroom, and I will take the back yard. Time to get dirty. smug grin. Meow meow meow weow weow...
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
"Roger"
"Yes Dr. Langley?"
"When is the last time you moved the patient for bed sore relief?"
"Yesterday before I left at four, mam."
"Very good. Would you mind running down to the cafeteria and grabbing me a juice?"
Her hands moved instinctively to her hips, expecting pockets, but instead her fingers glided down the side of a polyester blend skirt... pocket-less, as skirts come. A faint grin brought corners to curves, and made a freshly baked croissant covered in cherries-- from an infant slab of dough... covered in cherries.
"Oh... here we go.." as her fingers came to remember that the true location of loose change was in fact in a corner at the bottom of a book sized pocket, in a Doctor Woman sized lab coat. Roger took the change dutifully, and left the room with a buck twenty five and a mission.
"Yes Dr. Langley?"
"When is the last time you moved the patient for bed sore relief?"
"Yesterday before I left at four, mam."
"Very good. Would you mind running down to the cafeteria and grabbing me a juice?"
Her hands moved instinctively to her hips, expecting pockets, but instead her fingers glided down the side of a polyester blend skirt... pocket-less, as skirts come. A faint grin brought corners to curves, and made a freshly baked croissant covered in cherries-- from an infant slab of dough... covered in cherries.
"Oh... here we go.." as her fingers came to remember that the true location of loose change was in fact in a corner at the bottom of a book sized pocket, in a Doctor Woman sized lab coat. Roger took the change dutifully, and left the room with a buck twenty five and a mission.
Dark head and dark meanings. Night is lighter than it used to be, revealing too much... No longer a shadow, it is Established. Thank god for blank eyes.. or eyes that are lost in lines inequitable to mine. It whispers now
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wa........ww...w..........w....
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Longer nights, darker darks.
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wa........ww...w..........w....
..wwwa.wa...w..w.wwww......w..wa...wa..
Longer nights, darker darks.
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