The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued

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Some former rap gangsta’s head overtook the screen. It appeared as if it was north of 50 years, and was not un-accustomed to the ravages of something cracked; perfect for a “cool cop” on primetime. He was grateful for the low paying gig and was previously told that it was his job to come up with some pitch which might appeal to those over-the-hills with clandestine fantasies of decades past “glories.” Fat Joe had an interest in these pterodactyls, no longer capable of flight. It was nothing personal; just a practical recognition of who possessed the fattest of credit cards. “What’s-His-Name” toyed with the idea of sneaking in a plug or two for some of his own old songs. The remuneration from his one hundred sales, at least that the purported entirety of the “basis” from which his consequent pittance; of course, defined in the inadequate, declining limitations of US dollars; with the exceedingly audacious appellation of a sarcastically “bright” observation, in its one-level pawn move some sick joke characterization of the word “royalty;” was reported to him by his un-reachable, consistently boilerplate vague, imperious to any legitimate query, now cyber and easily hacked, that regularly utilized, hoped for in 100% calculable, historical reference, a conveniently “excused,” thief of something claiming the title of retailer, agent, publisher, or all three, reported it to him. To say so was easily dismissed as rude, effectively ending things right there.