daggermxchanic‌: SILVER TONGUED

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“Already said and done, meetin’ is scheduled for this week, but I wanted very much ta speak with ye before. See, I don’t very much like leaving any if at all parties involved out of the loop or in the dark as it were”. The investor gives only a half truth with a tilt of his head, tongue clicking at the roof of his mouth as the piss poor champagne settles in his throat. Clyde had made sure to discuss his endeavor with the owner of the museum, that much was correct, but he didn’t care to keep insignificant individuals, employees or middlemen for example in the know. Talking to the man before him was a formality, however, the more the other seemed to open his mouth, tossing one sharp comeback after the next, the investor was coming around the consider the validity of having the man at his disposal. If he managed to get on his good side, or much less on safe grounds, there was no telling at this rate what was possible. For the love of the highest fortune and to satisfy his sense of unabashed greed, Clyde was willing to do just about anything, even if it meant getting to know someone he  couldn’t really give two shits about. His desire for monetary gain and thirst for stature was almost never quenched nor silenced. It carried on like a sort of vampire, strong and wandering; virtually unstoppable. 

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“S’cute–––”

HE ALMOST SCOFFS at such an absurd notion. Honeyed words were like CURRENCY in these harrowed walls and the snakes were all coming out of their SKINS and showing their true colors. HENCE why his presence was simply a FORMALITY in this situation and with a glancing momentary stint of his focus he locks eyes with the man for merely a second before having to PHYSICALLY restrain himself from rolling his eyes and fortunately he saves himself the agony of listening to whatever ELSE the man had said and despite his forced ‘politeness’ he can feel his patience thinning.

“M’gonna let y’in on a lil secret––––.”

HE LEANS over slightly almost overdramatizing the statement though in truth he figures he won’t be taken seriously until he DEMONSTRATES but he wasn’t quite in the mood for that much of a demonstration and so he refrains to words instead.

“Ain’t NOTHIN’ goes on this museum, ‘less I say it’s so. Last month ol’ ham hands over yonder, th’guy yer MEETIN’ with–––demanded that I run an exhibit ‘bout how AMAZIN’ ancient Egyptian society was…”

HE THEN leans back, setting his glass down and puffing lightly wiping off his hands with a visible shift of disgust on his features as he discusses the matter he unfurls to the man before him.

“I told’em no…so then he got ‘TUDEY with me…so I gave th’entire staff three weeks off fer break pendin’ review in th’event that an exhibition is brought in…nearly cost th’museum thirty thousand dollars in revenue–––an’ then m’friend over there…after TWO days he was beggin’ me t’undo it, an’ so later that month we ran an exhibition on ROMAN LEADERS an’ their society. Don’ bother askin’ ‘im…his exact words’ll be an’ I quote–––’Mr. Kane is difficult, but I can assure you we had everything under control, I can promise you it’s nothing to worry about’. Numb nuts. Man don’ know his fuckin’ head from his ASS.”

 

ENVY ENVELOPS ME

in my GARDEN there
LIVES
a pretty
DOGWOOD
tree

HURTING & UGLY

THERE'S a WORLD
all around me


P A I N T E D
so the PERFECTLY

WORLD OF RIDDLES & MYSTERIES

Never
F O R G E T T I NG
is like
CHASING
a
HAZE DREAM