D - day

Nobody can control what they think when they are dreaming.
She's not on the phone every day !
For the first time in years I dreamed of her.
And in the morning my answering machine is flashing.
And of course, it's her voice.
These kind of things fuck me up.
Why do they happen?

Oh, sorry, I was sleep typing.
None of this has ever happened !

A Miss Is As Good As A Mile. ( You Lucky Son Of A ....)

I can't brag about it because a miss is as good as a mile. My 100% record was gone.
But the cross of my sight was in the middle of his forehead. I swear it ! But the moment I shot he didn't fall. I was stunned; perplexed. The bodyguards knew something was going on so they had pulled him to the ground before I could gather enough control for a second attempt. This was the first time that this had ever happened to me , I was confused and didn't know what to do for a second or two. But I reacted quickly enough to pack my weapon away and get the hell out of there.
I cooley walked into a bar two blocks away and took six shots before I went back to my apartment.

And then six months later as I'm watching a ball game I get a flash of red in my eye. That day my reactions were perfect. The assholes hadn't covered the back exit. And I got the hell out of there. The hunter being hunted don't feel so good. I've lost my bottle and will look for other work.

I'm in transit. Greetings from Greenland.
Love, Cold Killer. XXX

Deja vu / Reincarnation.

I'm trying my very best. I always have done. I'm trying to get to the place where I should be. Instinctively. Always on the look out but you can't be aware of everything all the time. Using all my strength and all that's in my power to get there.

In the deep blue I've dodged sharks and ' friendly dolphins '. Friendly my arse!
And in the shallows I've been scraped by bears claws and have almost bitten on hooks.
But now here I am. The hardest trial of all. Swimming against a torrent. 20 tons of water pounding on my head.
Even though my brain is just less than the size of a pea it has a kind of flashback. I can almost remember doing this before. And I can vaguely hear the voice of David Attenborough. And in another flash I remember how it ends.
Which ever direction I choose it means death. So I choose to avoid the struggle of certain death, turn back and swim with the current. Now I'm moving. Now I'm having fun. And if only you could see the shocked eyes of of my comrades as they swim passed me with great desire.
And suddenly they have all passed me by and I am free.
I feel rebellious.
I feel scared.
Oh fuck. a shar.............