No news is good news. I am Jack's heavy eyelids. I am a summary of my actions. I am twelve to thirteen hours, work, money and words. Was there anything else? I don't write. I don't go out. I fix what I can, when I can, and, in my spare time at work, I wait. There was something else there, but perhaps it is gone. I am Jack's sense of time. My mother tells me to play with my balls, you know, to check for cancer. I play with my balls long enough to heal the whole world. I wake up, and Robert Downey Junior lectures me: "I'm from a group that says: 'Build many bicycles.'" I am Jack's thirsty lips and hard cock. No news is good news.
Certainly is, certainly is.
What happened to me?
while you were sleeping, some evil woman (your mother perhaps) injected you with a substance... it killed your mojo and gave you a tie tightened about your neck and a suit that feels remarkably like maturity. (like mine did.)
or you know... someone kidnapped the real you, and placed some evil alien bureaucrat in your skin.
Nah, my mother has nothing to do with this specific evil (for the record, you gave me the tie and I (or, rather, i - if you can tell the difference) learned to wind it around my own neck). As for Herr Alien Bureaucrat, he'll show up soon enough. I'm eating cherries &egg now. I'm going camping and I hope I'll never return from the forest.
is no news still good news?
Touché. Do your magic now, before it'll be too late.