Safe

Somebody had stolen his head and replaced it with a brutal throbbing nightmare.
The wallet and mobile phone were gone, and Thomas made bear like rubs circling his cheeks and forehead, restoring the sun moon cyclicity life thing.

He'd woken up with a pen in his right hand, and a blank pad of paper; some thoughts had obviously been completely pressing; cure for cancer, resignation, suicide note…

Eating brain at the breakfast table, oats with demerera, sugar, milk and water was left to mischief. Now there were big healthy spoonfuls to get into.

Was Z12 on to him ? What did they know ? What had he done ?

It took time to explain these things, relax, take the beatnik ride and just roll out the crossroads and say I wanna go up.

The moral highground versus the out of body experience. Which would you prefer ?

Ask a lot of questions. Brain food.

Safe door closes, penny drops
Rolling stone that gathers moss
Two's company, three's a crowd
You're not welcome, you're allowed
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