An antidote to my usual seriousness.
ESCAPED LUNATIC MASQUERADES AS WRITER. DO NOT APPROACH, THIS WOMAN IS DANGEROUS
Luna and The Seer fled their blood soaked shag pad, like fugitives from folk law. They mounted their matching her and her motorbikes and escaped into the underground. Luna’s absence left a void in the heart of subversion. For the moment, she would have to lie low with the other outlaws and murderers. But, like Lazarus, she would rise, again.
“New therapy cures mental illness,” announced the headline of popular newspaper, The Daily Oppress.
Perched on his hospital bed, Thomas Manfred plotted his next move. It was ward round day and now, bored with staring into space and counting his thoughts, he decided that it was time to return to reality. Fortunately, nobody had linked him to loony Luna and her brain washed followers. Thus, he believed himself safe to open his mind to the sound of…
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