Cystic Detective Update #5
A company town in the jungle, Cleveland Rocks, strange UFO tomes, that one Wall Street Journal article, and other recent reads, thoughts, & happenings
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A platinum cube clanging around one of his stale synapses, Cystic Detective strolls the psychic viscera with his hands folded behind his back. Unfortunately, he feels a lump on his right rib, sending him spiraling: “Does this lump follow me to the physical world? Is the viscera zeroing in on my deeply embedded fears?”
“The answer you seek isn’t in here,” Ruby Tuesday trills. “I can steer you right or steer you wrong, it’s the same old story, the same old song.”
Another lump begins clattering around with the platinum cube, sticking occasionally to its smooth edges like a wad of lunchmeat. The Cystic Detective grumbles but the sound reverberates like a freight train in the psychic viscera.
