Stories from the Collection: Opium Pillow

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition. I have no  specific reason for saying that other than that, no reason. My cousin drew that one up out of nowhere and though I'm not one bit a drinker of such kool-aid, I awkwardly deploy the phrase for, well, no reason. I'm becoming more well known for that kyna literary liberalizationalistically whatever i just made that word up so don't for a New York minute believe it's a bright idea keep a receipt for that. Caveated too and disclimerized as well so just go with it k? The full measured meaning of all this will distill. It will. Drill, dammit, drill. Damn.....

So, let's pretend just for a little bit so as to at least have some sort of reset point. Restore point. Pivot. Yeah, Pivot point. Whatever that means. haha. Seriously, when you look at the criterion in the clusters of signs and symptoms, you see there are shit, anywhere from not a whole lot to Jesus balls Batman, look how many there are for this one, holy shiite. I know, right. And how many must be present in order to qualify for the grand pubah prizola? Few. As in not many. 3 maybe but in time we shall see. so, see each one of them, for now, as a dot. Be patient, please, I'm plotting out a course as I type this - on the fly. Nonverbal abstract reasoning perhaps I'm not sure and no, I didn't stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night so yeah, I'm just a layperson on the issue - neuropsychiatircalisticallya;sojkdofn. TBC.