I smoked my brand far enough to hide blood. Doc says they will zap me hard, says dying is nothing to be overly concerned about. Just a hard spot all the time. That was the giveaway. Once we dig it out, gravity could cause the remaining mass to collapse back in on itself—that's if you can build the excavating equipment out of material that doesn't melt when you hit the mantle. Even cold, dead Mars has more love and heat than me. I know because I was in the Dollar Store at Federal Plaza in the Grove when a female tried to get my attention for help in finding an item, but I was busy with someone else. Maybe I can help you now, make you mine. Her flame-green eyes traffic drugs and turned-up lips at champagne sidewalk art that says Unity Against. Am I witch doctor? Never study what I say and then think the medication wore off. I basically just flew off the handle again and professed surprise. Halloween kids who run out of money will come to our door dressed as firemen, and I feel good suddenly as from room to room princesses and pumpkins and clowns lie still.
