Reference Points****

My work here is almost done. I've carved quite the little niche.
DreamCatcher and I have more work to do elsewhere, so on the road again...
Our associate will do just fine.

I will miss desecration (re:ART).

Everywhere, everywhere, paranoia everywhere.
It's really running wild.
It doesn't help that I'm actually being stalked.
Not all the time, mind you.
But I see it.
And not that, "I SEE IT! Can you SEE it? i SEE it. you have to SEE it. CAN'T you SEE it?" kind of see it.
I'm sure there's some I don't see.
I only have so many EYES.
I'm lucky to have one.
Or so an old Chinese proverb would have- is that racist? I think that might be racist. Crap.

So, if you've been paying the slightest attention, I seem to be at a bit of a crossroads.
AGAIN.

I don't like to be put on the spot, as certain Lavender Lillies would attest, and I like even less the audacity to approach so surreptitiously. My sarcasm runneth over.
What I tried to say among the throng of suspiciously slurred speech was it took BALLS.
Nod.
But, it is true.
Organizations I have done work for, worked for, associated with or were captured by* all either fell to spectacular ruin or I assimilated.

Neither of which are beneficial.

The one thing that really bugs** me about R.O.A.C.H. is numbers.
I have to kill one or two of their henchmen a week. I'm guessing it's so few because of the American economy. No one is buying t-shirts, no money for contract killings.
A mob six strong of crack influenced bat*** fed humans is no match for a ghost.
But I appreciate the workout. Same time next week?
I am considering... things.
How I want to approach my thoughts..

R.O.A.C.H. finally sends an emissary and they send Zyklon B?
Ole' Volcano-head must be smoking something if he thinks that's going to amount to much.
Evidence in the tape.
We bullshit too much for 'negotiations'.
Throw a hippy in there with his camping stories and all boring breaks loose.
I can dance all night because I have no legs.
My feet never touch the ground.
I'm sure they have more to throw at me.
We ping a satellite every now and then.
Horrible looking things.
It's mercy, really.
I'm almost sure the last one was a refrigerator.

This fictional rust bucket is tiresome.
I can't smash anymore Nintendo 64s for their processors.
I'm running out of D batteries.
Obsidian Labs won't answer my 'laser suggestions'.
Some of my videos are blocked in Germany.
There is no 1G.

Work, work, work. Very little play.
Makes Zapata a dull ghost.

zing

-AW

*technical term for 'shanghai', which is not to be confused with coerce

**Get it? R.O.A.C.H., bugs, get it? lol

***Louisville Slugger, not upside down nocturnal flying mammals

****Reference Points are not COPYRIGHTED, but are the SOLE propriety of Malignance Information Industries, where they say "We know you know, but we want to know that you know, you know?".

Villain Summit 2011

What's with the tiara?