October 21, 2011

Untitled Flash Fiction Written In My Hotel Room In Ohio 2011

There is a viral revolution in my blood. The white blood cells (WBC) are protesting some political movement my brain is trying to push - something about muscle evaluation between self-assessment and budget spending data. I don't know where my stance lies. I mean this is a democracy and the WBC have every right to voice their opinion, but there has to be some sort of traditional loyalty behind the leader of my humanistic machine. I guess what I'm saying is, I'll see where the primaries go and make a decision then. Ask me later.