Eightynine
Basketcase
He writes on a clean slate the poet pens on white the paper corner twisted to make extra papers stick together in a closer approximation of a paper clipped there. He turns the rock when he is done lays his papers hide down to hide them from the sun he works so hard to keep them from ever being found to keep them from the sun to keep them hide down no one will ever access his files. He makes so pretty of a cursive writing his F looks like a J to eye can understand his stoneage problem for he was borne before the Information age no common workplace computer no computer face to access internetted web relate He could have been more famous than them all then even Poe. He may someday still be read the manuscript uncovered found like gold by interested observers of the history of culture archeologists spelunking near a cavern of the Earth the place to search they say is under every stone when asked they laugh and say we are searching for the needle in the haystack the proverbial Basketcase. The additional materials were uncovered in the Egyptian center the picture of the man we found with headset and those Doctor Solared powered glasses made him blind the mouse clicks and beeps and notifications made him deaf the only thing that man could do on the computer was still eat solid fuel er wait oh food they called it food back then. He had a vest a blue jean jacket at his resting place the threads were placed underneath the mocroscopic obverse initial DNA read Levi. His heart was oddly shaped into the very image of a violet flower he must have been a real basket case they said. Clutched in his hand was some bit of hair we determined that it was not his own there is no evidence of foul play it has been suggested by the staff that he only kept it for a trinket perhaps it was from his love it was a woman's hairs the hanky long dissolved away. We think he died while calling out her name perhaps the flower is a clue perhaps we need to study more this Basketcase this news.
