Bring it Back

As a lark it was not what anyone expected, even the man who wore the black fedora: he was so sure that she was all of the principal parts. The parts he couldn't logically define. Because on all accounts they each had some reservations based on concrete facts. There was a way to go, but that was different for each of them. She was typical in the end. Typed like an Elementary student, but had a vocabulary no one else really understood. Like a Schizophrenic speaking in educated English, but encoding the most import she could muster with ritual codes - written or said like a message - made for the madness - made for the escape. If I run away, while my body stays it's ok.

LIKE FILLETING A FISH DOWN BY THE WATER AND COLD ROCKS