Dialog Coach

I was having a dialog with my inner shock collar a present from my fairy godmother who had trimmed the hedge into leafy mammals with teeth ready to protect the perimeter and as sure as incisors segue to molars they tore loose from their leashes and got into a backwoods shootout with my photosynthetic gene pool naturally they haven't told me yet if this is a suicide mission or a symphony of implications making up for the rib dog years darkness fell like tank treads Fairy Godmother had a gun to my head the phone rang louder than usual it was my mob connected uncle Benny Tarfingers from Roofer's Local 911 we'll be happy to fix your little problem for a small consideration went the voice I gladly gave them both eyes they now see what I see so the joke was on them ha ha Benny wanted me to tell all of you hep cats and hepatic kittens the Devil made him do it that's why he's the Devil eh faith can blind God bless you my shock collar jolted the **** out of me for overlooking far too many clues I caught on quick and started screaming something between 110 and 220 since all is a multiply indexed display and I had to stop censoring my perceptions well that diagram got him mad so I followed with a quick trim our weed eaters were an ineluctable force seemed to do the trick playback being the payback and burnt the collar to a crisp requiring a rapid tactical egress wrapped in the fabled Cloak of Naiveté good work went godmother Godzilla you must have strayed far to find this the solution is to try comparing notes with people who compare notes and a pleasant sentimental mood settled over the land From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/