Cystic Detective Update #8
Ruminating Further on Fort Bragg & Bledsoe, a "Paramilitary Panda" Tip, and Recent Book Finds (Including a Strange Fascist’s Self-Hypnosis Book)
Find other Cystic Detective Updates in the Table of Discontents.
Cystic Detective, draped in yellowed newspaper, does some soul searching in the noonday sun. Frustrated by his inability to receive more prescient readings from the psychic viscera, he wonders if such undertakings are worth it at all.
“Every time I fiddle with two sink handles simultaneously, I suffer hallucinations, night terrors, and vertigo,” he thinks. “Though sometimes laden with significance to the here and the now, as the stream runs, cysts appear at random upon my person.”
Cystic Detective does the math, but his head begins to hurt.
A fellow vagrant gestures for his attention, the sunburn peeling off his lips as he creaks: “Keep your eye on the prize, don’t give up, and pray the plane crashes upon the highest peak.”
Cystic Detective becomes distracted, overly concerned about imaginary open flames. “My ramshackle cloak will burn,” he thinks.
Cystic Detective Updates are special reports for paid subscribers, documenting research efforts, personal thoughts on recent news, or other, loose tidbits and recommendations. It is a small offering for those who support the longer, denser, free articles. For access to this update, (as well as those in the past, other archived articles, and special podcast episodes,) you can take advantage of a running offer: 25% off for life with the iconic “Reads to the End” discount. My thanks to those who help Getting Spooked live to fight another day.
