Strawberry Programming

Gazzinkt.  You're agent is loaded.  Its especially fair and damp today :: just slide it on for a trial.  We'll ultra shock it off later.  Well.. we'll try.

The last time they sideloaded an agent on me was 2 weeks ago, and its stil sticky around the ankles.  Toes are a bit doughy too.

It was also well known that the staff had been messing with the programs.  Hot was cold, up was sideways.  it was a right bolox.  The intention was unclear but the effect was Lord of the rings meets pee wee Herman in a night club discotech, With boots, a dinner dress, and a quart of petrol to last the night.

You had to stay busy or the body program kicked in and started rewriting everything. It was 5 am and Peru was rising.  A tone chimed.

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It was Tuesday morning in the west Bank, and the street merchants were setting up for the bazaar.  Hakmek put up his wares and wandered across the street to the newsstand.

Not gonna buy today's paper, Jellish, it's filled with lies and the ads are too expensive. 

Jason blinked.  That was his name.  Mr H had begun calling him Jellish after a peanut butter mishap three years ago.  Everybody knew creamy was bullshit.

The paper was expensive to run since the owner lived well in his accounts.  Securities I think he called it.  The Editor too lived strong with a mind to argue the cost of freedom.  I guess it was 35 cents.  And a hot chocolate at the corner cafe where they cased the town for stories.

Hakmek wandered over for a cup.  The sign tilted just a bit as he walked into the sunny dungeon pies and other morsally treatable ails and amenables.  He had 35 cents.

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He walked in, stippled lip from a slight shaving accident, and tossed his 35 cents into the tip jar.

Careful with that, fella, he said. You could buy a paper with that.

frogue, the editor just smiled as he usually does when hes being bullied or getting ready to trim his toenails.  This time was both

Not in the coffee shop, man, dont forget what happens to dead cellular phones.  They get recycled as little girls tricycles.

Well thats all right, hakmek, ill buy one for your family next time you've got a date with lillory.  She wrote me the other day.  Dear editor.  Shes always so formaL.

yes, lillory was a peach and liked getting into the vertical columns on the paper, sideways.  Extra extra.

So the coffee tarrifs are up again, eh old man?  Surprised to see you so spend thrift at the till.

Oh thats for the tables.  Its a bazaar banquet from the street festival tonighT.  Lights action superstars.

Indeed, the narrative had been left justified for 75 p in last weeks paper by another secret admirer of the bazaar.. they sent a basket of baskets filled with gaskets.. thats got to be something clever

Whats clever? Frogue asked?

Weird i was just thinking to myself.  it must be the coffee.

You didnt have any.

Oh that must be why then too.. much of a non creamered thing. Its time to get over to peru. Get me thE phone