Assassin

I’ve just met a writer who said that his publisher forgot to put his name on the front cover! Have you ever heard anything like that in your entire life or what!? But that’s not the end of it…they forgot to put on the title too! The Inventions Of Simon Pocket by Rob something or other, they should have inscribed. But they forgot.

I’ve just had five pints with my girl Vicky. She’s a schizo who gets harassed by Lesbian Paedophiles in her subconscious. It’s not her fault she’s a schizo, it’s the Lesbian Paedophile’s fault. They shouldn’t be so cruel, should they? How can people be so cruel? They must be made of Devil’s Blood. She held my hand after we ate a Subway’s together, and I kissed her hand when saying goodbye.

Well I’ve let down Precious, by using again. The heartache is unreal, but I’ll get over it. I’ll have to forgive myself. I told her to put her faith in Christ, not in a miser like me. That’s what people do though, isn’t it, let each other down.

I’m truly sorry. If I didn’t have the special ability to forgive myself then I doubt I would ever be able. I don’t expect you to forgive me, I only pray that someday you might be able to consider it. I still love you, and you are still my strength.

I’ve just survived an assassination attack. My perps placed a creature created in a laboratory into my apartment. I saw it and smelled it yes, and heard its retractable claws scraping constantly along the carpet. It maintained a stronghold at the perch of my bed for about three hours, until my fear subsided when one of my good ghosts stroked it. It resembled a mixture between a dog, a rat, and a snake. Hard to describe. Just think of a genetically-engineered beast based on all your fears and you’ll be around-a-bout halfway there. I swear, it stank the place out, I didn’t know what to do apart from keep on fapping in fear. As soon as the porn ended I got about controlling it (my fear). Then I went to the pub with my ghosts and had a happy-clappy time. My kindred spirit Chloe appeared to me in the pub. I made a pact with God that I would do anything so long as she is with me in the next life. Why? Because she is beautiful and I need her.

I don’t know if it’s still there or not. I hope a white operative has removed it. White operative is the opposite of a black operative (a good secret agent hybrid).

Tonight I’m enjoying dinner with a powerful Christian family. I’m looking forward to it. I’ve not been around their gaff for years, it’s a very welcoming and special home. Wish me pleasant abiding fellowship. The mother is called Jenny, and the father is called Stuart. They have three children, Abbie, India, and Dan. India reminds me of the continent. I can’t say enough honourable words about them, as they are a perfect family in my eyes. I know deep in my heart that nobody is perfect, but you know what I mean…