update
today i hunted for wombats caught a rascal and field dressed it and packed it back out but on the way i met a one-eyed indian who peered into my soul and found the horrible secret of the murder i committed in bulgaria for tanya who was actually a russian secret agent and forced me with hypnosis to put strychnine in a dissident chess player's borscht and then seduce his daughter to teach the family a lesson in russian persuasion that backfired when his daughter was actually a small finnish insurgent named jvagaatj who gutted me with a paper clip leaving a huge scar which i tell everyone is from some lame food poisoning in college but college was just a cover as i am actually 43 years old and have made several covert missions for cheney who leads the shadow government while on life-support ten miles under the colorado norad facility where he was placed after the tog or technocrat occupation government regained control of the visible aspects of the country's bureaucracies and lobotomized bush but in these operations in manhattan for cheney i am ordered to undermine the jewish-liberal conspiracy but i like bagels too much and people of any faith so instead i hang out in the subway station under grammercy park on the uptown side trying to explain string theory to passers-by who shift their gaze and ignore me then i go to central park and take a nap after which i pretend to nap and watch the ladies with their dogs on park avenue from behind my sunglasses while listening to 'money for nothing' the only song on my ipod over and over and over and rover and over and over and over and lover and over and over and over then i fabricate a report including some bullshit kabalistic stuff i picked up from pi and leave it at the dead drop only today there was a man there i did not know but who knew me by first glance so i ran and ran and ran and ran and rank and ran and ran and ran and ran and bran and ran and rant and ran until the man grew tired chasing and began to revert to a wombat so that while waiting in ambush i killed the wombat as he sauntered by the alice in wonderland sculpture though i had wished it was by the strawberry fields as the red would have made a nice addition to that favorite of dippy drum circle meccas.