notes from below
Deep in the gloom and the clutter at the very bowels of Command Central, amidst the myriad of memos and minutiae, surrounded by stacks of still-unopened CD’s and piles of prospective reading matter, caught in the cobwebbed cavern of cataloged hopes and inventoried dreams, arranging post-its with scientific precision, keeping tabs on the emptiness, monitoring the muted mangled minutes of his stupid pointless existence, sits a sad lonely loping little potato-faced fool, fretting and waiting, fretting and waiting….and he’s still there.
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