Allow me to introduce you.
I am
the bright ops soft touch hard strike
overt operator for the shadow government's
badass embedded anti-shadow sleeper cell,
inserted there - not by the shallow state
(which has no idea, all denials from
that quarter are sincere), but well,
by me.
I talked to a few of them.
We worked it over, and...? They flipped
to the light. Now I'm officially
sponsored
but off-the-record:
I,
and my authority, officially
don't exist.
Which brings me here.
I expect you know why.
Considering what all we see,
here? So hi! My name is...I'm working
on
it,
but
at this point let's consider me solo-coyote
mode, crisis code (bright ops): Vigilant-E! No,
that sucks. VigilAnt! The ever-wary
High-Hoper of Rubber-Tree-Plant-movin'
or...VigilAntler, the young ol' unruly buck-prong
deer to all of us!
I'm working on it. Vigilmantis, Vigileer,
Vigillain, Vigiloner, Vigilnasty, Vigilstrike,
ooo.
Vigilstrike.
Look.
Why don't you all just...get back to what
you're doing a minute? I'll go back out and
come back later. Not immediately, just
...I like those looks of surprise, you know?
It's a thrill in this job, but
things being what they are, shadow
government, disavowed half-asleep
splinter cell bull shit, me
the overt operator,
only one and all
and all
(they don't pay me, is what I'm
- okay) basically, bye!
Catch you. Another time, perhaps
Keep an eye out!
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