Paranoia: The Knife Blade Slides Neatly, Parting Your Progress Like a Hair-Line

In the wake of our recent losses, whereby one was taken and one took, some muttering was noted during weekly pasta. The big looming jilt is: what’s next? Something weird has gotten weirder. Juniors astonish themselves by licking that lizard called doubt. You won’t get high, this is New York.

Stephen was nothing but a stiff board. In nautical days, that was a rudder-an over-rated piece of mystery. He is imminently replaceable, but put your chin on the bar you Juniors, leadership comes from within. Doctor Eight just makes the rules.

The feeling like bugs is paranoia. Weak ones change into that pair of hose. If a picture or collection of words in your head repeats in a menacing way, you’re paranoid. This goddamn thing can bury you and place your connection to this classic club in a perilous position. You are obviously paranoid.

Pets can help with your problem because they’re always pretty much the same. Asking a hot question over and over again gives up your position, and also gets you kicked out of the most important club of your life. Don’t look at me.

Things aren’t perfect. If they were, there would be no one to help.

See the Future,
Doctor Eight

(Typed/proofed:Ogden)