one more chance. Red One go check if he's still there
red being Warily
yes
"he's looking at his bed of roses again, watch"
and a lot of staring; the owner
stood, leaned,
looked at his roses: a pity. they still looked as
bad. maybe he gave them too much, not sure
what to do about that
"look mysterious!" just like the man
in the Mystery: he cannot keep his eyes
off of the place, where he buried her
there is a kind of Attraction he feels. "look
a little sad!" that is
his dark conscience
really stings how bad
they are...

it is that moment the owner ran away

too much before sunshine
"are you going to see him now?"
picking up his fallen beard
just sticking your
nose in again
the decency a complete globe

now you can see
how it must have been daily to
leave go leave behind the room, as if
no one ever hovered in there. He is one of the clever ones
the beginning ending now

we have to find a way to
to come, while he, you, You
writes down everything he says when he sees. i bet
he'll let everything go, out of fear, just like
that man in the mystery
"how shall we go inside?" completely Red
the small fence
followed

happily; undisturbed Did anyone notice
the strange apparition
could be a reason

"i bet i
can go in. I believe it is not locked yet."
it is not locked yet
hike, bare and wig
downstairs watching he managed
it to Open

Then he went,
tied again around his neck
brushed off again he went
downstairs careful
into small being and returned properties
again
the right spot euphoric and excited
looking forward to the next adventure
"Now we almost have found him." there is not much he possesses

"oh, stop talking" said Red "i can't
understand how you catch anything, if you
talk eternally late evening to early
morning"
i will stop. i talk now because i need it. how can i think
without talking
famous
name
i would like to know

in this challenge red was Readiness; memory streamed
over giant volumes of Lately
looked for a famous
occasion
to go on "and i don't think you can explain
an entire ****** on the back of an envelope"
you need something bigger
not that it matters, if you had a
sea of paper, your pen would only make a few stains
on it

solution: self-conscious
gesture

still

that is much better
something about it, if the others don't
need as much. one should suffice. in fact it is not
needed

the remainders only listen. then
we shall persevere now

writing: the big subjects
the remainders
scales of wood marble nutshell candy strings
remainders of paint i look for. no result

sticking, impossible to write anything
strike, speaking: "i'll learn it by heart"
talk to me

"you must learn it by heart, when he speaks" red being
Insecurity and Crinkled
an envelope; looked at it
the way a general would "if i look
at you" i think the general in you
ends the moment you
start telling about the ******

"i don't think so" Red being grave
"he is full of ink. at least
at least he was when i started with him"

he doesn't seem to know the purpose of
his Ink, that's it, that's wrong about your pen
more severe: he seems to not know about
writing at all. he seems to think ink is
only meant to make a few stains. ending

"it's a nice pen" red in disbelief
"a great pen"
Yes, it is a nice pen to make a few stains with

myself completely in doubt

getting a shock, his eyes (possibly) on me "if he'd see
his victim came to life again"
it went the same way in the Mystery
humble
again braiding over his ears "i would't have
come up with it myself. it is very cleverly invented". All these stories
clever writers. i will write these kind of stories
when i don't have anything to catch anymore

yes in Red "but what will we do now?"
we almost Are

both of the gardens empty
farther afield
greenhouse
walk over to the other side
it would not be
the Good. it might be better to
wait until he works in the garden:
Scrag probably
one with the door

Tell me! do you even have

no clue cheerless
"i had one when i started but it
broke"

aware; he thought he looked exactly like the Inhabitant

you don't like me, the people
stung. if they see me, they'll only
think that Scrag returned. now
that I think about it, i believe it would be nice

just so they would think i am real
this Plan
what happened
too far
like this
mustered a deep hate
regularly, illegitimate

better a pity
because his proud nature did not allow him to slip
"i'm not sure whether those pants still fit
me" Do you remember, the last time
after us
so now we must be a little more careful

those two houses

aside. their doubts about the
authenticity grew by the minute
dissimilar, irrefutable meant
to frame a larger face
oblique. Moreover
much too young

old shed
beard bare
head old pants
overcoat tie and dark
glasses he must attach them with a rope
to his neck
strict
precise
red being Solidarity

you try to look like Him but your face is too much
yours, your hair hovering above your pants
looking a little strange
it is a good kind of
resentment
a whole kind of
new. anyway others will not see my neck because of
myself: that i thought about that

"i think you might be special
if you meet him in the gloom of the night and he can't
even see you well"
"well" red being Impatience "let us look when he
gets

both sides
his own way through the fields
curiously enough
Himself"

you can find anyone and
emigrate
an essay and put
your hands deep in your pockets; do you remember in the
Mystery he dressed up
as the killed one, went to the killer what I mean
is if you can hide yourself
Mask; write everything down You
will be well

"but who could dress up like Scrag?"

i have a home and a  
head actually i lost them
wish i had them to make mental notes of everything
full of doubt, even
difficult
to see anyone else
became used to

"very well" red Plans "we should go to tomorrow
right now
if he saw me he'd bring out his syringe!" like Lightning

they got together again

tomorrow i should go
inside
dive in the ditch
"there it is"
the absolute evidence all the way from Scrag's
fortress

and he could
not keep his eyes from the bed of roses, did
you see that? just like the man in the Mystery
Scrag must have been buried
in there like a policeman

like it says in the
books: firm "They will never go to the
books" they will first discover and then send away

"haven't we already discovered everything that is red?"
"we haven't found enough"
honest, it is not enough
and will still somehow escape. We're going to have
to talk
so much

"how then shall we get what we already have?"

we have to Be
no pistols
"then what shall we do?" red being increasingly anxious

he just blurted out some things of course that
Scrag is alive and must be in a room somewhere. no one cherishes
being on vacation eternally, They
just stay for a while
so that they cannot be
caught

"he looked different"
doubter "new suit or new
curtains maybe"

some time ago
do you remember
well, being red just like in the Mystery
i bet you, right now he can't find Scrag
within. he buried Scrag in his garden and now he strolls about

in the middle of the road
to go back and be able to see what (s)he is doing
new adventures

very carefully two young people
by accident
the owner outside her door of Plants
eating, as promised

unfamiliar through the same Fence
just a moment in Their garden
with His bed of roses in her mind
that wasn't great. that was very sad.

past, though i would try again
i believe
he's probably too careful for that
At that time we had reached the fence
even more careful
that the
man nor syringe nor poison remained. at the time he was
tying roses he felt cheered on

"please come back"

a lack of tools
on a difficult occasion in his occupation

"excuse me"
excuse me for interrupting you
where the older one went

he Is

courage sinks in great confusion; on the
end of the road only panting disciples
might be better to be afraid of him
walking in a thoughtless maze
is great when you're afraid
it is easier to lose yourself

"after all of this, do you really think Scrag is on vacation"
of course not, he is on Deep Contempt

Scrag, pensive
turned questions around
after all it would have been stupid
on occasion not to accept
running towards the future; catching with a
stern frown i will
begin. i will look very innocent
i will look
how they always do. only the brightest one looks innocent
do you remember the man in the Mystery
he couldn't stop himself from looking at his bed of roses
over and over again; there he buried his victim, he
Had to look at it. they noticed that

"i don't believe you should go
back it seems rather dangerous"
he could still keep his poison
close to him imagine
how dumb it would be to go back
that he is a killer

seriously
i don't believe people like him will **** twice
in a row. you can **** without
being clever but you cannot **** everyone
who passes by
What i mean is that almost everyone who meets someone new dies

cut open
dead
no mask, i have gotten a little reckless

And then he found his Plan that
poison was
gardening wanted
to run away fast, remained dead and
buried

"done?" question of red
hoarse

"oh, there are so many ways you have"
careless also
buried i think that is how most people
end up

a sudden Plan -of course
and the interest
so he could
dig then bury then
get and then dig up
what he hid there. for weeks he had been
digging
he is really very clever i would never
weeks beforehand no
i would
and i tried to
hide him somewhere
a very clever man

taken
by his lips; inanimate; rather than
clinging on to the criminal
of his kind
"i wonder what he would say if you asked him"