this week has beeN like the veritable ghosttowN oN the corporate workplace ::: barely a souL left in the office — & those little troopers who grace our space with their presence aRe indeed like the living dead of soMe sort ::: but — this is beside the points ::: >>>
i am stunned this morning to find oN my morningtiMe commute to the workplace my inimitable anti-friend & stalkerpaL — noNe other than the the 5head iN alL his stalker-like glory — sitting at the café table — casually glancing oveR as i patiently wait oN the liNe — watching — waiting — a reaL paiN oN the asS ::: >>>
today though is a bit different thaN the otheR days of his creepy near-sinus presence ::: he watches & stares ::: but alL the tiMe he is also talking with soMeoNe who is sitting at a comfortable beateN up loveseat ::: aS i aM iN the queue i cannot decipher the approximity of the 5head's new companioN — but it appears that their conversatioNs aRe happy oNes — as the 5head occasionally chuckles & theN leans iN to tap the new stranger w/ a manly snap of the fingertips oN the upper silhouette of an invisible shoulder hidden behind the puffy little seat ::: >>>
it's alL too much fuN for our little cromagnoN w/ the recording studio stylings — every oNce oN the while he smiles a bit while looking off to the ceiling [ but i know he is spying me through his peripheral visioNs ] — every once iN a while he leaNs forward & stares at the flooR while muttering soMething [ he wishes he could smoke i bet i bet he does yes i do | uh — but don't forget the baN ] — he soMetiMes picks at his left thumbnaiL w/ his right pointer finger — he needs a haircut badly [ how unlike the 5head ] — he is a jesus-loving freak w/ his sandals & woven anklet w/ little cutesy beads [ this is a new additioN to the rockstar fashioN statement wardrobe of his ] ::: >>>
i finally purchase my coffee froM the kindly womaN behind the counter [ complete w/ a dope gold-tooth smiLe & a neck-curled tattoo ] ::: i go tot he mixing statioN ::: although the 5head remaiNs cooL & casuaL — seemingly not looking directly at me — i feeL his eyes oN my every move [ & my heart races ] ::: >>>
after adding the half & half — about 7 sugars — & the coffee cover lid — i turn to move toward the exit door ::: w/ my suspicious strides to release myself to the outer world [ almost a free man agaiN ] i slyly take a gander at the loveseated stranger & aM completely horrified & surprised to find that it is none other thaN none other thaN mar von janko ::: >>>
