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Not so tuff, Huh batman? (by I.M. Pogo)
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Surrounded by emptiness you leave the street noise & enter the "Paranoid Buffet" Where multiple scenarios course through your brain in a nano second. As you step to another level you open the door. The table ahead is magnificantly set with your own delectibles. However, you don't dare indulge. Wait its all to perfect & what about the others? Who are they? and where did they come from?Hushed whispers fill the room. The buzz is inaudible but present none the less.Anxiety waxes and wanes unbeknownst to the recipient. Its flee or fight time.
Steve,"you okay?"
What?
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I guess"
Signed
I.M. Pogo
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