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Mastering the Art of Character Development

PLAID SUNRISE

THE BOOK STACK TURNED RIGHT AT THE STOP SIGN, THEN IT BACKED UP OVER A PAIR OF WINGS ,THEN IT TURNED LEFT AND THREW UP INTO THE HEDGES ,DID A PIROUETTE AND SCURRIED INTO A 7-ELEVEN AT 3:07 AM, LOOKING FOR LONG UNDERWEAR .

"LET'S SEE WHERE WOULD IT BE ",THE BOOKSTACKS SAID FINGERING THROUGH THE TAMPONS ,BAND-AIDS ,CARPET TACKS, ERASERS, WHITE OUT, ONLY TO COME WITH UP WITH SNAKE EYES , STARING UP AT HIM ON THE BACK SHELF, IRIDESCENT, IMPERSONAL, PREDATORY .

A MUNCHKIN ON A BAD HAIR DAY HAIRY, WISTFUL, CONGRATULATORY.

, IT SHOOK THE BOOK STACK AND WENT BACK TO CLEANING THE FLOOR VENTS , ONES NOBODY ELSE COULD REACH, THE BOOKS LEFT THE SCENE OF THE CRIME ,THEN ROLLED OUT OF THE PARKING LOT ,MUNCHED ON A SLIM JIM, THOUGHT OF A METAPHOR, A TABLE OF CONTENTS, A BIBLIOGRAPHY, A SMALL BIO OF ITS AUTHOR, A SLINGSHOT BALANCING ACT IF EVER I HEARD OF IT BUT ANYWAYS, I THOUGHT ABOUT JUMPING INTO THE COLLECTION BOX OUTSIDE THE LIBRARY BUT THEN I THOUGHT GOD IT'S SO DULL IN THERE, ALL I WANNA DO INSIDE THAT JOINT IS SLEEP, I'M HAVING SOME FUN OUT HERE ,AND ANYWAYS IF I GET SHOT OR RUN OVER OR BURNT UP WHAT'S THE DIFF, I HAVEN'T GOT ANY SKIN, ANY GUTS, ANY BLOOD VESSELS, I DON'T GET TRAUMA ZYS-TIC


VERY EASY NOT UNLESS I'M WRAPPED REAL TIGHT IN PLASTIC WRAP I HATE THAT.