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Wednesday, April 26

The Love You Take Is Equal To The Love You Make>An Occupational Hazard-Act 27

Disclaimer: The best thing about the future is that it only comes one day at a time. I never think of the future. It comes soon enough. We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations. The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is. A brief candle; both ends burning An endless mile; a bus wheel turning A friend to share the lonesome times A handshake and a sip of wine So say it loud and let it ring We are all a part of everything The future, present and the past Fly on proud bird You're free at last. Fiction can be that way sometimes. Any similarities to persons living or dead are purely coincidental & should not be taken or misconstrued as such. Anyone who thinks otherwise probably believes that in times of change, learners inherit the Earth, while the learned find themselves beautifully equipped to deal with a world that no longer exists and that tfuture has a way of arriving unannounced.

It’s strange how the old game is once again switching; everyone is twitching like rabbit ears tasting sour milk, the lone dread of a lost ilk of another hastily appointed prison guard, trained to behave silent, sweet and helpful, but in reality she is geared to personally attack any prisoners she feels might be a fresh competitor to her newly granted livelihood.

Welcome to the Fifth Annual Paranoia Fest, 2006 on Devil’s Island! Preparations for Paranoia Fest began nearly one month ago on Devil’s Island, when entire cellblocks were being shifted into one specific area, as if Upper Prison Brass, The Most Holy Father, The G3 Boys & The Barnaby Boys were getting ready to unveil their latest scheme devised to cut down on excess prison population.

Old familiar faces have been disappearing within the prison populations in recent weeks and months, mostly early parole due to good behavior, model prisoner factors or a complete lifestyle turnaround.

But none of the prisoners here on Devil’s Island believe more in cruel harsh fate more than Silent Sims who believes the worst is yet to come. He is often seen gazing into his ashtray full of cigarette butts too many to count, yet he is able to read the ashes and not only predict the future of those left on Devil’s Island but the future of Devil’s Island itself.

Prisoners have been lining up outside his prison cell in droves, including the likes of the great& boisterious Loudmouth Lucy, who has been showing signs of extreme nervousness lately.

Also spotted in line was Broadcast Betty who has been seen visiting empty prison cells (when no one’s looking) and talking in mid-sentences as if someone was actually in the cell with her or perhaps she is trying out a new broadcasting technique, you know the type, where Broadcast Betty will make an absurd statement and some poor unfortunate prisoner answers her in complete innocence, without realizing how much valuable private information they will be giving away to Broadcast Betty.

Other prisoners who have been lining up outside Silent Sims’ prison cell include Matterhorn Mary & Brimstone Bettina, both religious women which seems strange when both of them depend so heavily on The Most Holy Father to do their dirty work for them. Then of course there’s Danceman Darryl, a most participatory paranoid player who also believes that the end is based on the drop of a hat!

The biggest surprise outside of Silent Sims’ prison cell is none other than Johnny Vegas, the numbers game rigger, whose lucky streak recently came to an end once it was revealed that Josie Peppermint confessed to The Most Holy Father long ago and far away, Miz Lou & Va Va Voom were correct in their observations of Johnny Vegas’ numbers not making sense, but more next time on that.

In the meantime, Silent Sims is racking up quite a business within his cell and while Upper Prison Brass, The Most Holy Father, The G3 Boys & The Barnaby Boys are all playing a cautious card game, while they too have been spotted outside his prison cell, listening to him speak the truth at about “the end.”