KNOWLEDGE OF HELL, part 3

she offered to drive me the block from where she was parked on race and west 15th to the corner of the recently refurbished and reopened washington park in over the rhine, and it was dubious as to whether her offer was the result of the condition of that block of race street (still on the wrong side of the or my shortness of breath, which had been explained just before the coffee emporium. it was, however, undeniably nice of her to have come, although it was dubious as to whether her reason for coming late was a reason at all.

"i have an appointment," she'd said. "at twelve."

"what kind of an appointment?"

"[so and so] has a massage, and i'm going with her."

"that's not a thing."

"no...but i have a a massage too."

"maybe."

and it had been dubious too whether or not it had been a friend of mine in that sex dream with the hermaphrodite. no. in fact i suppose that it would be impossible to say that it had been her. (dangerous writers write somethings like "penis" -- although it was much more than that in the dream -- he thought through the dizziness before the next one.)

escape, escape, escape, escape, escape.

"why are you hiding?" she asked first thing in the morning. and i thought that i'd been sleeping, but it was her house so i thought that maybe i should take the toddler's word. the other one had her massage appointment some hours later, and "the neighborhood slumbered in the peaceful climate that precedes tragedy: FUGITIVE FROM PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL KILLS TWELVE IN BEAUTY PARLOR." dangerous writing? probably not, but far more dangerous still than that block of race, even without any lofts.