Democratic License by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

The Last Musical Interlude

Thursday, October 31, The Inevitably Annoying European Trick or Treat Appreciation Day, the Second Year of the DOJ/FBI Disenfranchisement of the American People, the Decade of the Largely Peaceful Fires, in the Century of the Bot Takeover Dear diary; It’s been unusually hectic here lately on the JNJ

ship, what with the e-mails, smart phone calls, and communication of a consistent, persistent sort; generally pushing in the uninvited. It was information overload and I just had to get away for a while, so I lay on my powder blue, tufted, roll arm, chesterfield sofa, went blank and did what I always do to teleport myself to my Manhattan apartment, this instance in real current time, despite all the moulinyan swarming bullshit going on there. I was soon gone, but on this journey I saw all the details of it for the initial instance. Well maybe not all, as who can be certain of that? But it was the first time that I saw anything on the telepathic roadway.

It was dusk, and I was on a slim boat named Tartarus, quite similar to an unguided, burnt sienna gondola in Venice. I saw a street sign. It wasn’t easy to decipher as it was painted in white on a three story residential building comprised of white weathered brick and glass, with an ice cone shop, popular with

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