Thursday, January 5, 2017

AT GROUND ZERO. . .

Waiting to fly.  Got a piece of the roadmap, with more pieces coming as the journey progresses.  I better follow it, or I'm toast.

I don't own myself.   I don't have free will.  I have to do what I have to do.  I'm under contract, and I BETTER honour it.  Does that make me a whore?

At least I have a very nice. . .um. . .client?

No, that's not the word.  Overseer might be better.  Or should I say 'owner'?

Well, all I have to do is keep trying to glue the Universe back together.  At least I may have the tools to keep doing it again.

Until. . .

How feckin' long am I still here fer?