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 Way up high Higher still I hear the "Radar Chopper" mapping clouds and cooking up deathwish lists and dream kill wills. Sinister forces are at play here. They rest when they work. It is a murderous game to them. Genocidal inclinations. No need to blow up anything. The sweet kill is the quiet one. What is that helicopter doing up there?

 I have my coffee Black as the night before. Score a cookie. Let the day slip and slide. I drink my java quickly. There are things to do. The night cup will be a walk in the park. Sip and let my mind unwind. Nurse the psyche back to health. Bandage it up and back into battle.