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a manic depressive with a degenerative

malleable spine. I'm doin fine, most of

the time. I think - or, could I be lyin.



no. I just am, as I am.

The city, my city, spoke to me. She told me before I opened my eyelids, that out there was a mission out there, waiting for me.



And, the job was mine, no-one else’s. Because there was no other who would listen to my city, as I do: no other able to wreak her vengeance, when called upon.



Yet, no matter the nemesis of the night, it’s nemesis has a face, that wears a mask, a trilby and wears a trenchcoat. The white shirt I wear I do so with a red tie that has a tight knot. And, though they say I had a name, many years ago, I cannot recall it.



For now, I have no name other than that which my Love bestowed upon me, as she drew me into her embrace, The Spirit.

How am I you ask? An, I grin as I respond. "My spine is spine is shot; am goin bald, guts're gone and joints are frelled: but I have hope... or is that dope? An I look alright, yet have no bite and yet, it's a safe bet, that on a given day, I'll still walk more than most; never mind the fact that I can still talk the...



{**memory goes**}





... legs of a donkey.