mycroft solves the enigma without math or magic

nor -fr0
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Much maligned, with malice, alice drops
firecrackers down the rabbit hole
until the stars align and sign
her to their new cast.

His arm in a cast, he still writes,
although it's just to scribble messages
and signatures of imaginary friends
on the plaster with magic marker.

Alice is now scratching her head
too much from lice
and other puzzles, her eyes
pleading, she runs away
from embarrassment.

Later, she changes her name
to Mary Jane,
and when that doesn't work,
she shuffles the deck
and plays the queen.

Now she isn't persephone,
never quite that pretentious
or phony,
she phones it in.

Reborn an avatar,
she is

Ĉon Flux,
and sucks with her tongue
as well as blows with her lips.

But doesn't he as well,
or does he keep his mouth
pursed,
coins on his eyes,
telegraphing pigeons
with the precision of a
brain lesion.

They walk the same streets.

Travel the same highway.

The walk the same streets.

The tagging isn't the problem.

It's a matter of territory.

Mask your pheromones,
and or make change
for your mind,
and pay the parking meter.

Quit being so suspicious
like a private dick
out in public.

And maybe

the sun will explode,
and none of this will Matter.

- to fr0, fr0m two
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enjoyed the work -fr0
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fr0 gets more attention from you than I -mousi
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...than you get attention? get attention from me? or I give him more attention than you do?
-confused ;)