Episode 34: Police in Your Pocket & The Writer’s Revenge

I howl like the wolf because I want to ride in your fuck away off red Ferrari and yet I can’t seem to garner your attention. The strange and mysterious look I have concocted with my head in Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights, a sickly looking face, a bit of a rendition of 90’s drug chic, with a dribble of blood dripping down my chin, troubled and Byronic, but not bionic and riddled with TB with a desire to be utterly riddled with something else…ie you, hi is not working. Because I know that when you jumped into your fuck away off Ferrari it was at the point when the world and all its mediocrity had finally pushed you over the edge. I feel your pain. And I understand that when you put your foot to the floor, you didn’t expect to land in limbo next to me hi, but here we are, Miles Davis and me. Is he in limbo, is he in hell, is he in heaven? That is a debatable question. And truth be told, I wouldn’t want to be his friend, or his lover for that reason, the cost is too high and I’m already dead, but I would like his car, because we all need a getaway option, don’t we. But here, today, now hi, here is your get IN option. Welcome to The Vigilante Cannibal Nun As Agony Aunt comedy horror and SCI FI podcast Episode 34: Police In Your Pocket & The Writer’s Revenge.