II. Sticks Speaks
Sticks and Trixie up in a tree trying to fly because we love a stiff breeze. Slingshot is trying to sleep but he's not really there yet. Last night in his kickback chair he was "resting" and looked up. There was a ghost standing there and smiling. It was a woman ghost he could tell but she was really old and wrinkled up. This woke him up and he was shook up for awhile. He had never seen a ghost in his life. We're talking four score almost and no ghosts! He did dream there was a croc in his window when he was just a snapper. A little boy who couldn't stand and look out that window. So how did he see it? Trixie says he is my brother and so he belongs to the polymorph family of one celled creatures. And she is here to make sure all the little cells are vaxxed somehow. I don't understand the depths of that way of thought. He tries to write poetry but he don't read at all. He's got all these books for crown molding mostly. They keep the cracks in his room covered. He's attached to them in a way Gramps times 3 would understand. Whatever will be. Trixie is sleeping now. It's only Wednesday and she's already feeling guilty like it was Friday night. Nice thought Trix. Keep it up. The devil dawns in her when the moon comes up. The sun and his reflection. Moon in the morning will be a true dawning. It is not a friend of the sun. And she is no friend of it either. She doesn't have any friends. She goes out Friday night. That's her day on leave she says. She's learning about how to run a business and we are going to make a lot of money with her in there pitching and britching like a cane of sugar beating a pole. Like a stick in the fire that has true desire. Like Gramps 3 would say something... way past my line of fire. Can't even imagine. I'll get back about that. Trixie's still sleeping and all is well here in the Dell. Sling feeling better his head's in a Bing. Brought to you by his need to arise and be with good guys. And girls too. And avoid horror movies. He's a pussy for sure. A six toed cat like Hem used to have. He thinks I, his bro Sticks, could be Hem, but he's the one for that role. He says no it's too dangerous and then there's the way Hem went out. He's not for that. I'm like we don't know! Let's see! He's in love with Anne Sexton too. That takes a lot of his energy for this subject. Trixie thinks he's afraid of it. Well, yea. Duh. Our fam is complicated. We've got other ones too that are going to arrive for a party soon. Bro will most likely hide out unless I make him show for it. We keep things going to the limit my side of the fam. It's a six toed affair as far as we know. Gotta rest and get ready for work. I'm self-employed. I work in the home for Trixie. She's the CEO of the fam. We get along. Later will be better we always say. Crypto highway with the mutton button. We will arrive. My brother is my true north star. Later.
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