Random Dada #12.5: Perscribed Decadence of Saint Elmo

A thousand prescriptions for lies, leaves John waiting. Front of a storm in the jungle, tropical hurricane, and a pen that can't write faster. The chosen leadership of nothing but an empty field to play in. Ten million piece puzzle and only thirty parts fit. Tangled together in a nasty little triangle of a mess; One, two, three.The whole world counts on a missing star.

You can't talk to Winter out of her season. Walking three miles to the planet, maybe trees don't die the same as us.

What HAPPENED?!? IT DOESN'T FIT, DISORDERED CIRCLES OF BLANK-AND-BLANK CIRCULAR ACRONIC LEGACIES STAPLED TO THE BACK OF MY MIND!!!

Page, page lettered numbered page blank page one two three four six.

'It has been corrupted.'

The answer is lost somewhere in the code of the erroneous datastream. The last entry is on the last page. She knew to the day when she would die. Finality of distortion wave theory, dolphins riding bare into Bree for exotic coffee espresso makeover. 'There's someone on the phone for you.'

"A leap from the rock will claim two hearts. A Red Card will bring the X to life. The mark of the black pen is going to leave its mark on her purity.

You're stuck in your blindness and the only one you can remember is the one you couldn't save.
Get over it."

She twitched.... Twist-ties of a Fate... No idea how lucky she is, lucky she was.

'There is something after these children.'

Aid to the fallen. Whispers of a time that will not come.