Daily Report Number 4
Bob tell story. Bob lie to story. Listen Bob! Not cool Bob! You like the warmth of being alone. You no longer need to perform. Bob walk fast. Bob walk slow. Where do Bob go? Hide Bob! You bleed red even though you are blue. And the words you once knew, no longer feed you. Bob run with story. Story run with Bob. Check fact Bob! Your pen drains your being onto the page. And in the space between the marks you disappear. Bob end story. No blood. No police report. No funeral. Only a blank page. Bob cry. though.