An older asian gentleman is jogging in my direction,
At least he's up early, getting exercise in by eleven.
Swarms of flies before my eyes, it's raining but still humid,
Stranded in a dark Watchmen reality without the giant squid.
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That you in disguise, or is it alias Eddie Taylor? lol.
Billy Elliot lol.
That's B.E. lol.
I am aware of the watchmen and its comic origin. Nicely written my friend
Cheers, yes great comic.
Most welcome Shaun
Shaun, this is a wonderfully strange little snapshot. The ordinary morning gradually becomes oppressive and surreal…as though reality has slipped into the wrong comic-book timeline. Great write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks pal, wanted to make it longer but just left it lol.
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