The Lines That Made A Parallel

The melodic journey was about believable.  The melodic journey was different.  The different part of what life in a planetary shift could be; became alive.  The pounding of floor and the hopes of a morning was shrouded by the irrelevance.  It was the irrelevance and the surreptitious,  sleek that gave alive its name.  Writ.  Wit.  The ultimate lines were those that drew conclusions.  This was indeed the most pronounced feature of a dealer.  Dealer 99 was an individual.  Something new?  His brow shed too, too many lines.  He thought.  The protagonist thought and the grime and age old smelt divided was a divided line.  It was ambivalence and caustic nature that brought dwelling Into a different circumference.  There was mystical and there was mystical.  The diction was propelled and the words made sense.  Each omniscient view could have been represented by third person plural.  It was indeed not.  This was about thought.  There simply was a man that had - had a irrelevance.  Shrouded and seeped and quivered; it was wrong to make sense of a boggled beginning.  There was not a deathbed.  There was life and “ the study of life ”.  Each was not rooted in the “ old context ”.  This context was simple.  The melodic paradigm was different.


The planetary shifts were not causing commotion.  The individual, rather individuals wanted heist.  There was not.  There was a caustic version to every story.  Dealer 99 was in the mystic.  There was a determined moment.  It was the short concise sentence that gave Dealer 99 prevalence.  He spoke.  The protagonist and only character spoke.


“  Give It. ”


“  Here .”


“  Now. “ 


“ No. Now. ”


“ Now. ”


“ Angel. ”


It was impossible and the technique was flawless. It was suspended and the moments that created planetary shifts were weak and strong.  Like Pauli; exclusion was imminent.  Like Van Der Waals, weak.  Still, exclusion was imminent,  That was the loneliness of someone that knew the reputation of an angel.  Now, angel.  No need to grump; the planetary shift was not in disarray, but in order.  Predominately; the angst and the nil return was shrouding and seeped.  It was a new despondent infrastructure that allowed only incline, in lines and creation of parallels.  The first and the last gloss was astrological.   There was no moon.  The dark night and the light days were resembled and real.  The only difference was that the amount of dollar 20 and dollar 40 was deliberate.  He needed to feel the lush incentives of self-shifting propagation.  It was suspended and the gels filled the titration fixture.  It was about the dripping formation and the retrieval off formula.  There could not be any other way.  The angel was now beside. Give it.  Here. Now.  No.  Now.  Now. Angel.  “ it was parenthetically a montage; rather mirrored thought.  Parallel signs and parallel one was demonic.  Not in actuality, however reality strikes quick and fast when pierced armor becomes requisite science.  Requisite science was not as important as living “ code for code ”.  


The outside and the quotations meant.  They meant laughter and cognizance.   Relocated and assured the mess was over.  It was about each omniscient move.  Piece for piece and diligent thought by diligent thought.  It was strange and it was, too, too far behind.  The weak interactions were all Van Der Waals.  The strong was something astringent.  It was another look inside the dollar value.  Quick and fast and with perception; the second parallel was not about dealer 99, rather deal for deal and woof for woof.  


More was needed.  He addressed his wounds and was more complete.  Short, concise and with conversion; the sweet smell of iron was disseminating.  


COVER PHOTO:  SOMEONE OR SOMETHING LOOKING FOR Dealer 99.