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007: Die Like It’s Yesterday

001

That this was gone for, this world, ever taken surely ever after in more before it wasn’t so granted in time, about my worlds, surely,
“007 it’s not something you can win at, so grant yourself some modicum of self respect, and only stop listening to me the moment you remember yourself,” M was, grant, surely, minxy, surely not, but something in a countenance he could disregard, was there, in James’s foray...
        This world, this world, this life, surely moved ever after in on and again before in against it all in again before this one motion, wasn’t Gaun, back, in ours before, this, world, surely, ever...
“How can I be expected to win, exactly, if you don’t give me,” better guns, he wanted to say, but, more tu it that Q was going to say, “Did you listen to your mother At All, while she spoke to you?”
“Hardly,” said James, double oh seven, surely, “I was too focused on her,” clit? that didn’t sound right...
“You’ve plowed her, or  haven’t you?”
“Hardly the way to talk about your own mother, Q,” he scolded, waiting for this, table, to be explained to him, thusly.. Though that these places could have been, challenged, by anyone, was some other opening to a card game, and these planets here, believing he was sure, that you were mistaken, about these, or that he was made sure to know about how long it could take just to get used to the idea that ‘my own life’ was never going to really stay the same way, for anyone, and like he’d done it badly, he fired a gun not, some, changed gadget into this life, but these worlds couldn’t have to rely on the actual, ideas that he was having about places or people,
“But this sort of thing can’t really save you, you know, where you’re going..” This, life believed into well over some other side, and surely, “What do you know about it?” he asked him, James did, or font, backwards, off, he let the name die, on his shoulders, and was double oh seven, so that these worlds could challenge a different alias for some other quarantine, having for? “There’s, an idea that the sorts of people who built this place did it much, longer ago than any mission briefing is allowed to tell you.” “They’re going to start, briefing me, on missions?”
“Hardly a difficult thing to have to be the one to tell you but yes double oh seven, you’re set to be apart from all the rest of them just however so often you tie up all your loose ends, this side for realities, alright?”
He changed, something, in what he was doing, so he could hear somethng about Q, for a minute, or rather to take what he had to say and be sure of it? “Older...”
        “They’re rather sure, that by the time you’ve come anywhere at all, there would be less of an objective, to standing still for yourself, and more than one,..” “You’re saying they’ve left it out before,” “Or more to design, by it, I do not believe MI6 knows where they’re sending you, 007.”
He was, sure there was, less to be said, for whaat maps could imply, and wherever there were valleys, or gorges, people what, then remembered there were no maps, for mountains, really? “How long for their stairs, there?” he didn’t know what to ask, so the question asked for Q’s own narrative, like he understood something about, what, was real about this place by now.
“I’m going to have to tell you never to let your guard down, but that’s a sure side spectacle, to whatever you thought you were working on 007.
“Someone’s baen sure there were, always alternatives, to your sort of fates, and someone else beleives that that means, people don’t want to be made fun of, for how they are, so they right tehre, will simply, exist in it, no matter the sort of,
tom foolery, probably, they’ve gotten into by then, what are you doing here?” M, there, like she had a start for it?
        “What are you sure about, by now, Q?”
“He’s, explaining something, coon, what are you doing here.. You two know each other still?”
        “There’s something else, to be made aware of, by now James and I’d have heard the both of you try for it, in some seperate part.
The plan, to change out allies, could be something you’d never have expected, to face up with, but there that you could be afraid that Russia doesn’t have me in it, or that they would not, but that’s where I’m headed, so surely believe I’d have less of an initiative to-”
“How’s that, why, what, the fuck?” “Surely, that’s what people have been saying to me already, don’t you think?”
Q said it then, “What the fuck, ma’am?
You’re set for somewhere on for a while?”
“Like I could explain nothing of these sorts of places to you, no one had to, believe in you, besides me, to get you on about this, but don’t, let them find you, after you get started, and don’t, let yourself be bothered, by any sort of change in operations, after I’ve landed.” “I won’t know where you are, then..” this wasn’t the same sort of chase, he was expecting.. Russia was, dangerous to like, in more circles than he could really, get to liking, ever at all.
Black ops, didn’t exactly exist, or something stupid soundingk, no? Share. What for these equations could any belieb there was, better sort of,
Russian initiatives than, black circles, don’t you agree? That they could call on their surely famous independence, for black circle operations, could tell you less to nothing of where he was going to have to go without any, by now, or that this was, unheard of, but missioned, she would be...
“My life isn’t going to be in any danger while I’m there or I’m sure at the very least, it will be easier that I’ve gone and done it, rather than letting whatever’s out there form up all on its own, this whole style, for a while.” “We’re not to move on anything less than what you’ve done to pull the plug?”
“So far as I’m concerned, 007, if there’s a plug, that has nothing to do with the metaphor. Get over and idea that anyone could have an objective for you, in this, besides that you’re sent in to change, everything about what’s happened, every day, and be sure that all the moments you could drive yourself into, are going to ignore the fact that every, city, out there, isn’t separated by miles, and  miles of endless scenery and roads, but it’s danger, they’ve built their map with, and there’s no map of it ever at all,
people don’t have time and more than that people won’t want to help you, from anywhere, if you seem to be doing, anything other than being sure, right here, in this place, right now, you’re there.”
“Cities, you’ve said? There is, more than one?” “Hundreds, could I say? I’m not really sure. Your idea, behind what was to happen, could be something closer to Venich, so shared, or believed it was never part of your own aisles, and we couldn’t get that far in the hunt anyway. Here, this place, this is God’s chosen land for us, there, out there? That’s hell, now.” That she’d have posed this was a kick from the real Martin Luther stories, he wasn’t really sure couldn’t be relevant forever, but more than a few people could have changed their hopes, just to bring him into something he could handle for a while further on. “What’s this in a name for everything, why be concerned about here and now?”
        “They’ve lost too many people closest to them, James.” She said ‘closest’ and not, ‘close.’ “In reality, they don’t really, travel by names, do you think? There’s no sort of travel allowed that you can talk about, and more than anywhere I think you’ve ever been, the people where you’ll be, know that the places, are the people themselves, so if you could imagine
maps, never mattering at all, you’ll be there, and so no one knows where they are, how they could get somewhere else but to keep talking, and nobody’s going to have a chance to believe they were, brace, of fair, in their own cards, ever at all, just for this type of a-” he paused her, for a moment, the dialect, “Can you say that, in a different way?”
“That the cards blow in the wind, James, and there’s desert, and even if you needed one, someone could have taken it and given you an alias, already, and people aren’t sure why you thought, this wasn’t going to be a better time for romance than any sort of life before, because they have died since then already, they’re something new entirely, or, the sane ones are, anyway, did you think?”
        He was, less than wanting to know about hatred, for challenge, for a little too much to want in to be involved with, or that this was some anticlimactic boom was something not there as such or before, again, and he could wonder, whilst he was, driving, that she’d said he could, die like it’s yesterday, and that’s when the horror of the last atrocity came through you, and not before, because there was too much new about the world, right there, and before wasn’t going to save anyone, unless you were afraid and fear is horror enkrypted, so surely by the time this fresh new course in pain unlocks your freedom to think about it, you’re too late and the torture’s already started, and that’s the point of all this game, here that it’s not, money, or, why there could be more than that no one knows? It’s about torture, and so they live and they die again, and they die again, and you’re miserable and you’ve lost, everything, and no one hears you, not at all, but more than a change, in your ideals, you could know that they find each other never in the ways you’ve envisioned, unless you have something akin to fear, in yourself...
Having died like it was a change in patterns, would place you back in the rape scene, or surely there that this was worst, and old nightmares James couldn’t explain, had ‘worster,’ as a word, children used, and screamed it at you, with sand burned scalps, and here was a threshold for believing that someone was aspected to do more, of what he was entering, for these affairs, and that he could challenge himself never to know about how long it could take for anyone he was talking to, or that he was going to have to be sure, that he was alone, out in some, shared college neighborhood, until someone moved away, and then the notice for that spot would change, and like they’d gone over the roads too far, someone else left and now you’re lost, so he wondered what sorts of people he could meet, or challenge to, or keep around, or wonder at, and however many more of him there were, he wasn’t going to be alone out there, on this, change, and he thought there could be more interference than he’d have liked,
if it wasn’t for this one location, and warrant to all approval, but that he’d have to imagine there were ways to tell, when an agent had gone and waken up a part of hell that had been slumbering for too much longer than was, what, safe? Your friend died, and the neighbor boy down the street is lost in his home village, by now,
and however long it took for the change to effect, was what, nothing to ours? That paradise could be there and forgiven, could challenge anyone, and that there was less to hope about in some braver part of his realities, 007 liked to think he could, want to have a life beyond Hades isles, and surely, that there were, plentyful resonances, and play patterns, to move on in tu about, but he wanted for something, changing, in a rhythm, and knew less than what he’d started with, and wanted for more of a challenge into God, by now? He was, sure there wasn’t a way to tell anyone he was, in more pain, for this sort of an existence, than he could really want to exist about, any longer, but this sort of change was hell in hers, for more, and that M could be, off to Russia, or never at all, could he think he wasn’t even sure, James Bond was a name that existed, any longer, save that it was new every time he used it, like he’d done now, James, just here, could die and be 007 agaiyn, and share what was new, or there about him
and when he’d have the right moment, he’d be a new person, and make the bond. “bond, James Bond again, do you know?” “How’s for..” what?
The man wanted to say, what?
He was, surely, there was, auh, “I’m less, sure you’re everything I’d hoped you’d be. Who sent you? Why are you standing there? See? Sorry, I don’t know what you’re asking, hello,,,”
“Who are you, exactly?” Or there that this was, changed, and he could be at a hotel, was something you wouldn’t have to know forever, and wherever that was, was gone, or shared, or changed, by anything that was here at all, or the rut, this counterman had been in, in his life, was bashed open, or sort, changed, so there he was, strange to everyone for a long while, James could imagine, and he said, “I’m
not, not James, by now, I’ve just got too much going on to wonder why you think I didn’t have to lie about it for,
well so long as I was back home.”
There was, counters, in these,
“You’re somewhere you’ve baen befor, then?” or not, James could be requested, and he said, “More’s to the effect of, what are you talking about?” “You’ve gone and had me different. Who sent you here?” “I could as the same thing, and, in fact,
it looks like I have but you can skip that question, like I will..” And then the man, was something new. And when he gave him the key to the room, it wasn’t, not just a plain key, and he could have it well enough for himself, but this time, thee was something, of a super navigator staying in the hotel, and the counterman was aware of it, by then,
and in a sort of, location like this was, had been, could be, surely enough, navigation was people finding, and finding and moving, in any sort of context,
or without one aspect of devils, to compare it to, it meant a super hero..  Likening aun en four, set to motion, and a challenge he could have, never really believed in, or where he was, 007 had money, from somewhere, and no one was going to talk to him unless he’d gone abut, a reality he could fathom himself in, shared, or gone backwards in time, for courage. When devils moved about, they weren’t, navigating, they were controlling, and expected you to move, for them, so that’s exactly what super navigator meant here and that it was hero, changed a sort of life into a world of pain, for anyone who wasn’t not, cowardly by now, because of, horror, they’d baen in, surely, but there was little excuse for not just being clever, or wiser, than you’d baen before, and you couldn’t challenge anyone else, to say that sort of thing, to James, or why he wanted to let himself die again, he wasn’t sure, but he did, and wondered what sort of fellow was there, approaching down the hall, toward his room at the same time he was, so 007 didn’t try the door, he just, came to be there in  the hall, an wondered where,
that life, there, had made this place, and why he’d be in, a chef’s shirt, really, or why there were black pants and matching black shoes to it, and what sort of person who wasn’t Russian, ever actually wore their facial hair like that, whilst bald alone? Well, no, he was, Russian, this one,
but not, Russian, he was, cursakkh, which was like cossack, save that, some people called you “man” when they approached you, and other, things, said “mang,” which was, a predator, sicko torturer, mocking the sounds, did you think, he thought he’d, what, needed?
“You’re not, waiting for me, I hope?” he said of 007, who looked at him, still. And, thee was less than you could guess, about some war to settle, or where you’d have to be, and 007 said, “leave, or I’ll kill you.”
        And, the one, here, was gone, or shared, in some life, or that you could know? 007 could keep walking, past him, and the other, knew not what sort of life, he was going to expect, from there in a world, or shadow on, and more than you could know, rounding a corner, 007 knew he’d decided he would, not, have to leave, the man had decided, for himself, and that meant he was going to set about preparing himself, to die in some other fashion, and would be, fine, and sure, but since he’d already decided he would, disobey, 007 was out the window and set before a world, and here, heard, and ordered, or back in aspects, that the man was sure, 007 would have to, what, see him again?
The gunshot rang clearly like a life pattern could be changed, and he shot him not again until he was standing over him, and set to firing in his chest, just there.
Blood on his clothes would have to do, sort of, if it wasn’t fake, gross fake russia blood, sher, but this was a sort of, surer fashion because the monster had been, too shaken up by any idea of such a fiend, or hell to these payings, a liar, but there parted with coursest remains, that there was less for shouting and screaming and running, from the man in the suit who’d killed the Cossack, and more than you could hev aet, here was, shelter, for an hour, or that there would be a, shockwave, across maps, which were people all, and this whole place would travel for him, whilst he waited, safely in a room he need not, enter or leave without, but that there was less reason to stay nearby, forever at all, but he didn’t know what his room looked like yet so he decided that’s where he’d be, for the next short while, on into some other time he could manage himself for it.
        hoping there was, a purpose, to all this, could make him want to, exist somewhere else, he was figuring, or surely maybe there was, better reason to want to have a place to love in, orn make shift with, or want for auv in, and that this life he could have besides these places could have in ways for shelters on into some other, time, and the room, he entered, was this, share, or, wide, and he wanted for, better standings not, or that he could hail some edge, to a platform, or worry about what he was, later, perhaps?
Why’d she told him it was something he couldn’t win, at?

002

There were two more people than had ever been granted at before, in a certain set order certain style than these could grant him into, or class act, change what he’d do when it came to night and he’d need money to spend, but that was less a sort of ideal romance, for anything, and he didn’t, not have a car, to move by, but shallow worlds could get you taken for granted tu, and worried less about, and he decided he could afford the blood on his clothes, 007, did, if he waited until tonight, to get somewhere different, for a while?
        He could set about waiting, or wanting not of, but that this was a map changer, the hotel was, he could reason out that there wasn’t any good reason not to see about who he could, ripple out or smooth over the sections with, or that there was some purpose to knowing little to nothing of where you were, or surely,..
he hadn’t had, a reason, to be here, and more than that, he was deciding he could go and fuck some people up, because shockwaves, were more what he could need, for times like this was, and surely if time was space then he’d have to play it in key.
About one world, shallow, he sat on the edge of the bed, and imagined, for a while, what people could be saying about, anything happening, or there that the counterman had moved reality scarcely at all compared to the gunshot and murder out front?
That you couldn’t have to know there wasn’t going to be, a crime to answer for, was more to changing some aspected out divider, into these shares, or set patterns for thinking, but that to think better, or to try and shift about, what could be, wasn’t something that could be really happening, and he didn’t, not know, whatever psychic meant to others, it wasn’t something explained by not thinking, or surely, by letting yourself be sure that you’d never, not been able to listen to voices in your own head, and if you were shared with some other location, you always, had to?
Worlds away from some other hope in his own life, he wanted to eat something, and food more than drink, perhaps not,
was for thinking, and shared about by a while, he wondered where these people could leave to, when they had, hunger calling at them, and wandered not surely at all, down the steps, and there that blood was on his suit he could have been in little Africa, and been challenge for what he’d been up to, but this sort of a place didn’t leave him a way to say anything about the matter, other than that he was, shared, a world apart from where he’d been before, in this same location, so sharing a setting out, to know more of, past in, some inn, and here, couldn’t you know, it wasn’t not, just a regular hotel bar, or restaurant, bar thing, and that he could, skip over it not, he ordered room service instead, and shared wonders with what sorts of people could live like, this, and still not call police, when these... Well someone had called police, as it turned out, and 007 wasn’t, at all unsure about the idea that they, needed their cars blown up, surely.
Whatever you had to think about what M had meant for him to know, was that these people had value, to their lives, and sucking away at it was agony, so no one was going to be,
working a job likely ever at all, if they were good, for you, so he wondered there too, what sorts of countries he’d ever been in where the police weren’t, gnarley hyena, to reckon about, but share what you were a wolf could kill a hyena, in real life, and even a pack of them, but hyena didn’t like, sticking together, or things, they scattered, and tried their arms at, jaws at, torture back into you, like, they could be sure you would go for the other ones just the same as them, right?
        There were not, locations, in the real world, where police were anything but dangerous, and cruel, but saire sorted here, there were people all, out of sorts about where they’d been moved to, and that was 007’s doing, surely, or there that there were, perhaps, more than a few people changing things on purpose, by all this, and then? Not so, so, share, what was, and, he could have, oatmeal, or something, and that sounded, aud, to not, have lots of sugar and syrup on, and that he could afford a strong drink to go with it, explained him away?
        Wherever he’d baen once, before, could tell you that he was sure the lessons learned there were for starter pokémon and nothing more. Surely, though, if 007 had had kung fu magic animals, trained and accounted for, in this location, they’d be safely
rested in, their pokéballs. However, he didn’t think, the whole room hadn’t just lit about with child killers, the second he thought that sort of what was for these lives in for outside on in before, more? More times taken on was for these for more and more for this score, again. ‘this life, shared, or wanted after, these worlds, taken, before’ I want to be, the surest kill, and no one had to die. Nobody was, the last of ours before this sacred aisle, could bring us home, and
check your milds a spoon mirror will be fine, “something wrong,” or had they caught a rat, while they were at their table, back, over there?
Surely hated by whoas, and lies, the sign of the rat, was the kanji used for the word child子, or rather, someone thought it clever to name the zodiac all after animals, instead of sex, or something people were interested in, mostly,
but bare with all you could be, ventur’d at the khama sutra, or a real book about sex, instead, he was certain.. that there was nothing left, on a zodiac chart, of what the chinese, or surely, some ‘scholar’ had left to the chinese, out in public abroad, and instead
the stores of knowledge, were held by your own family calendars, and, if that was the case, every bit of your ideas, could be ripped apart by some head of household, provided he was sure enough in his tyranny, to do so..
Well,ted, for, and, shared..
there were 18 zodiac animals and he was sure none of them was a rat, but that more than a few people, knew that symbol was on their zodiac, was set to have to do with a different spectrum for realities altogether, or more, sung aun, for pleasure, and there’s that, rabbit, if it was left over, was cat猫, and
if you looked across the table chart, you’d see child子, there, and that was for, a certain, change in your spectrums, for realities, and more there, that, this had been conquered here, that bit covered that one, there, this was preserved, this was encoded, that was challenged, and here in your own circumstances.. child was a sexual identity, and yes, there were in fact, 18, to go along with the animals, and no, it wasn’t not,
strange that you’d thought, the child had to be the last, in a list of identifications for sexuality, or understanding, thereov, but it was listed first in some place after another, probably, not though, because by the time you’d gotten that far down the list, child was the only thing that really made sense, with cat, as
there spoken for with all the other animals, but sex with children and sex with animals was not, exactly, a universal crime, to the universe, really, or share said, traditionally, both children and animals, had sex
all the time, and so, it seemed, strange, to ignore that, for whatever reasons you’d come up with, anyway.. How’s your chart ring out there? Is the child at least 18? And you’d think, that’s not, not something you didn’t just make up, “pervert, or what, you thought it was okay, because, we’re different now?”
“I’m less sure, that you, have way, too much wherewithal to get the hell over it, already..”
Surely though, that the parts made up about it were more than, people said cats were lazy in one dynasty or another,
so rabbit, is what your zodiac animal was changed into, and calling children rats seemed offensive, but 007 had no sort of idea where that one, had, particularly, been set up or established, for anyone.. But, where he was, or who he could, choose to be, was no one well sorted to ignore the idea that pokémon music had started playing in his head, and he was, sure, you didn’t, have to know, that cats猫 were a sex symbol all across Asia, surely put, but so too, had children been a well accepted one, but there, no one really had to argue with you that cat was a real zodiac sign, and then, if you’d ever been starting at a chart, that wasn’t completely idiotic, you’d realize, that given Mew,
there was no substitute for what cat, was going to be, on the, simply, sexual identity designation, side, chart, aspect, thing..
More than once, he could have been sure there wasn’t a good reason to pretend he didn’t, want, to read about childrens’ stories, but there was something a kin to a, terrifying ideal, where, romance could be, killed out of you by giving the legend that touched your region, your family, not at all, to, gimmicks, so that
we could imagine there was always a good reason not to have animals, here about and around us, but more surely, if we could be sure that pokémon mostly, stared at me?
007 was being stared at, and there’s, what, less to your own knowings thereov, that would let you aspect whatever you could be in approach, to theirs for challenge into indecision?
        That if animals were, following you around all the time, you may really learn something about them, or surely, that these guests here, had decided they didn’t like the look of 007 either, but, it was, difficult not to, wonder why 005 was even here, and why exactly, that was going to be relevant, ever t all, save that he was trying to, terraform the government here, or rather, the state of these affairs, which, whatever you thought government wanted to do it was really, to manage the state you’re in which, as it turned out, was the state they gave you if you let your government, or them particularly, call themselves, your state.
“What’s for to floundering around without a bastion to look at you?” this aspect袴, challenged, or, what, delivered here? That there was, a
reason anyone thought, sex started in one part of your life, and then ended again, or, backwards for? He was, sure, most people, could be, aware, of where you’d want, to be, or what you were doing, but he hadn’t done much else but eat something plain with sugar, and sip on a cocktail he liked quite a lot. He’d have been hard pressed to tell you he was anything close to, child, on your table chart, but like you could believe more than one bird of prey, showed up in the zodiac, you could know that the teenager精, was refined, and that’s about, as ridiculous as he looked, without a bib, stuffed into his collar, napkin esque, except that he did, have that by now, so surely he was a sight to be, watched like he was kind of a freak, which is fine, and if you didn’t know, people hunted teenagers often like they did children, you wouldn’t know that sometimes,
as cool and refined as they ever looked, 鷲falcons could screech or, surely, something in a metaphor, he could look like something of an imbecile, and yet he was 007 all the while, and so refined, he could not, not look, right?
鷲Falcon, though he surely was, it was the 羊ram, who sat across from him, this particular moment, an he didn’t have, much of a table to share with the creature, and wondered, what, the fuck, this was going to be like,
when he’d gone and put on a split skirt, just an hour ago, or, actually, rather, 袴aspected, was double oh five, which is to say,
007 seven called double oh five, zero zero five, and it was, a particular discursion, that the other had not figured out, barely at all, really. “What are you supposed to be asking me about, exactly?”
“Why’re you calling attention to yourself?”
“Why do you think I don’t like attention?”
“If I pass you a manila envelope, is that, does that qualify as, now too much, now that you’ve gone, freaktard, on the diner, here?”
“More than a little, only if you look afraid of letting anyone see it.” What, are you, anyway?
        More than you could like,
each horn on the head of a ram, had to grow independently, and mountain goats rarely appeared all that, balanced, in the makings of them, clever warrant , and decided, well.
More than a little though, he was worried about M. If she’d sent him zero zero five, it was to have him killed, and,
that was a strange task, to entrust to 007, in particular, however long you’d been friends, anyway... Pedophile, was not a word for someone who liked kids, actually, for bare seeing that rape, was never something sexual at all,
with the understanding still, that you can have sex by yourself in the bathroom, if you want, and you do, behold, sex,
so surely if you were raped, you may still have, been having sex, by choosing to behold it. The rapist, however,
had no sexual identity but torturer, which was not sexual at all, and a pedophile knew only that children were small,
and that it tortured you, the larger, easily, too.
Being there that it was, teenagers could be said to be having sex with children, and yet, they were primed well also, to be killing pedophiles, which is sort of what this sort of aspect seemed to be turning out to look like. If you called 005, a pervert, you were, strange to think you should, ascend one aspect, over the other, or changing lives, or maybe more so, you could want to understand that when they taught you, sex was a crime of passion, they really just, laid the groundwork down for you to eventually talk about sex, when you were a teenager, and it wasn’t so criminal any longer.
        By then, however, they were grooming you to be adults, and, surely, still, they taught you that rape was a crime of aggression,
and not passion, which is to imply, there were criminal passions in the first place, like you’d been taught sex was, not for you, the child, but seriously put, here, too, it meant that, there was no beholding of love, in your action, when you committed rape, and that was a sure truth, but here, they’d taught, that sex,
not assault, but sex, with a child, surely, class them and segregate them, that also, was called rape, statutory, you see, so surely, now that you could believe something committed in passion, or romance, or love, could be called rape anyway,
so surely, whilst you thought they were helping your class’s morals along, you should keep in mind that, pedophiles were of any age, for surely it was, weakness, and pain tu others, that they sought, in their expression of rapes.
Teenagers should neither worry about their passions for their friends, nor be told they are adults already, if adult means, one who tells the others, sex was never for them, by the time they themselves have gotten to it, for surely, who couldn’t deprive the kid behind you who may not have to wait so long as you have?
        There challenged to what you could be, or were, you could wonder in what reality, it was alright to segregate someone from lifestyle or personal pleasure,
unless you knew the class they taught it to, were sure to have, at least a dozen sociopaths; monsters, in it, so shared, they pretended at morality anyway, but like some high schooler shouldn’t, worry about whether he’s committing, adultery, even though he got married to his friend, when they were 6, he should, try too, to remember that,
he’d had sex for passion, back then, with her,
and when he thought of her now, that was still how he remembered her, and surely, still, now sex with his wife, was, turning him into a pedophile? What age, was he supposed to be at, when he, was no longer allowed to be,
due to the segregation principles, you see, not allowed to be, believing that that, crime of passion, was anything,
something something, about a crime, and more so shared, this life, into believing, he could wonder, 007, could, at what this sort of a person, here, could venture to say to you, about what you wanted, from a child, when you engaged in intercourse, but that was said to be,
he liked you to think, he not only enjoyed kids,
he couldn’t get enough of ‘em, and surely, if you, were clever enough to be sure, 6 didn’t have to shoot 005 himself, you could be clever enough to warrant that, 6 was, never not dangerous, and never, not a killer, really, and yet, he liked plenty of children, but surely, how sexually active, do you have to be, from ages 5-9, for, all your memories of your friends with benefits, to be turning you into a monster, as you near 18? “You have somewhere else, you need to be?” asked, this, creature, before him. Rapist, that he was, but more,
like perverter, he could warrant, because really he had no need for the rape to be, masked under sexuality, he could shoot people and get away with it, so there fashioned, if you talked to an evil monster, about sex,
he’s only going to be able to discuss rape with you, so, surely, stop letting him teach your children about it at school, savvit? 6 wasn’t there though,
and that no one had bothered to explain to him, how someone so young, could have been, what he was, 007 thought, it might be a better idea to warrant himself into closed discretionary quarters, away from said evil doer 005, were it not really ventured, here, that he didn’t want to, not look like an imbecile, but he figured, too, he may as well blend better, so whilst he was still wearing a suit, he shot 005, there at the table, and ran like hell past the police when everyone else was running like hell away from the gunshot, you see?
The thought that the man shooting past you in a gray, refined blur, was not a peregrine falcon, in his animals spirit, this zodiac, had not occurred to anyone, nor could you say he was not, so refined as he’d like to be, at driving a getaway car, surely, and that was what, teenager, meant, and, refined at what, you might wonder, most often, it was what they’d been deprived of all their lives before they could get tu it; sex.
And surely as though Sex was God, he drove away like, maybe, he’d lose something of his freedom for it, if he stayed, or really, driving a car like 007 got to was never to about intercourse of a completely different nature, did you think?

003

Never had he once in his life, wanted less for a partner than these moments when he predicted someone was sending double oh four, to aid him, and yet...
If it was 004, he was hardly set not to kill him, for it, so it reasoned that whoever’d killed 004, was set to have something more, interesting, for him to witness about his, ability...
        That was, if, there was something to be said for a measuring to, for of, meaningk, he was counting off the hours until he’d have to go active, or some such poem, or there barely was it there, 006 was M herself, and she’d sent 005 to him, and there, believing, what, there was an agent sent to him to help,
but he was supposed to kill him, first?
        It’s a strange idea, that no one could have thought, that if you thought about it harder, to explain, the idea hadn’t made as much, right away immediate duh logic as he’d ever needed, but so surely, him having to kill 005 implied, he would not, have to kill 004 when he arrived, and if that was true, then clearly,
you didn’t know why he didn’t think it was 003? The messages, usually, sing to each other, in a few, different ways, and he wasn’t ever expected to kill, more than one double oh agent at a time, usually speaking, but surely, double oh three was not called Q or anything, he just, was pretty sure, he’d wanted to kill 004, for a while, by now, and, no one was going to send that creature to James, to have him killed; it likely wouldn’t work..
No surely, in the real world he’d never been approached like that, for something like this, and James, as he was called again by now, some brief introduction, was less than sure you really could kill someone like it counted if they never believed they’d have to die all the way from it, you know? If you needed a license to kill, however, that was it, so, do get so clever as to pay proper attention, earlier on, this next time, alright?
The TV wasn’t holding his thoughts elsewhere like he thought a smoke would, so he set about wandering down to, this ground floor, of this hotel, and here, he was, surely, able to, bribe someone? Not so, he was, as it were, sure to sit near a fellow who had a friendly looking air about him, as well as a pipe, and offer to buy him a drink, for share to smoke, too. “They’ve got smoke at the bar, actually.” Do they? Strange warrant.. alright.. “You’re not who I was expecting...”
“Think I was off to Mother Russia already?” he asked him. 008, did. This, old man, strange lest, forgotten not?
“You’ll be doing that, then?”
“Well she’s your mother, not mine. That would be incestuous.” He wondered, “we’re, committing crimes for real then, by now, are we?”
“Or avoiding them, surely,” he puffed, some, and he’d set to his pocket, just there, an handed James a wad of smoke, surely, so, here was less for shelter, they really, didn’t have to, equip James, with a pipe to smoke out of, every time he met up with Q; he had after all, hung on to several of them like recycling was always, something wayfarer’s card; he’d bought one. When do you not? “What do we, have for these sorts of suppers, now and again?” “You’ve killed a double oh agent, 007, it’s hard to venture why you think you’ll be getting away with anything, by now..”
“Surely, that’s, wanted by some, less laughed at by others.. You’re surely the oelephant by now, then?” 豚A symbol could do you, and that was surely, understood, was the venture, in sexual prowesses? Ah, so shared, no one didn’t, at least, understand, some aspect of the elephant, but that he could understand himself, having transformed there from the life of a pig, could be sure. That he could change back, if he needed to, let you believe that an elephant, knew, exactly, how big he actually was, as did, this, gentleman here, know what he appeared as, robe, smoke, beard and countenance, all. Understood承. By whom? “I’m less inclined to have to wonder, why you’re here, or surely, what have you to say, on all your intelligence, gathered so far?” Likening for, out to space, but.. “You’re here on your own?” “I’ve some business to attend to, regarding a friend, surely.” Friends, the always were, so this was easy enough to venture a gander into, or short par, but he wondered, what the last, sort of, equation he’d worked out could have meant, except that he’d taken to thinking of zodiacs, animals and kung fu magic, so surely, there less than once again before, if he was, going to be, a bat, you’d have to wonder why nobody but the man as the bat himself, thought you should know, how refined, they are, for what they do.. “They’re saying you’re set to build this place up all over agaiyn, double oh seven.”
“What’s the point, of bad press by now, anyway?” “I’m worried, that you don’t know just how many people we know, who see you as a devil, by now..”
A.. “Why?” “You’re not in hiding, after all you’ve done?” “I killed M, did I?”
“Surely enough, I can barely even see why you rest easy ever at all, there again, 007. What have you taken to calling yourself this time around, by now? It’s not Batman, is it? That sort of fellow tends to get recognized, you know..” It was, sort of funny, that people ever thought at some point in the romance and chicanery of it all, ascending to his life in whatever this, was, with MI6, had ever worked the spirit of wanting to, be, Batman, out of him. Surely, he was quite well aware of the idea that if you never wanted anyone to know who you are, you should take to making sure your one name, didn’t mean, master of disguise and gunlike affairs, or say for it,
gun, meant combat master, in some older tongues, and he was well equipped to guess at them all, really. “Why’s my following, set up like that?”
“M’s hardly wanted to warn you, or anything, but your sort of, tom foolery, has been worrying your friends, and hardly enough of them want you to get back up stairs, and trust me that I’ve, gone and told you what you needed to hear already, or surely, 6 will, when he makes contact.”
The idea that he’d, quit out his smoke earlier than he’d had it lit already, in, or, for, something, was something something, something, but more sewn, if he was telling him straight and simple, it was because there were, lots of rogue, out these parts, ways after him, for hiding, and 6,  at the very least, was on Q’s team, which, if you didn’t know, was 008’s team. The Justice League, as it were. If you’d found out, that no matter how many sicko, got set up with your friends’ favorite numbers, there were still, good people, in secret alliance with one another, for love, above all things, couldn’t you wonder, just what, exactly, 007 looked like to them, so refined, as merit could grant him, ever at all?
        “What, exactly, has possessed them, to hunt, Batman, in the middle of the night?”
“You really are at home then, way out here in this sort of a hell?”
“Helter skelter is what I live for,” he said of it, 007 did, “and, this place has killed me so many times I’ve taken to rash suicides, sort of. More kin that,
this map shifts all on its own after gun fights and sexy conversations, you know?”
“Faster than they could ever imagine, you do travel the place about you, 007, but remember well enough, I have no idea who you are, or if you’re even really, the real 007 at all.”
“That’s rubbish, of course I’m the real Batman, who, who else, was even coming close?” “Which one do I get to be, then?”
“Well the elephant in the room hardly had to ask anyone why they’ve gone and skipped over  him, most suredly..” and his friend laughed, and he wondered, too, at what sort of, people, he was going to be seeing, and what his friends could really be thinking of him, and would be thinking, until M returned. “How are you,”
he, paused, and, rephrased, or, thought to? “going to get all this, bandied well over due?” “Find you, when I can’t get her out, d’you mean?”
Surely, at least they could share thought constructs, some times... “Why 6? Why 005, either? 004? He’s not, half the man you are, by now, is he?”
“No one’s killed 004 in a long, long time, 007.” “The countdown wasn’t apt, or just, beforeit?”
“No, surely silly me, you were supposed to work out that double oh four was set to, do something, but I’ve gone and come on my own, because you didn’t know what they’ve said about the disappearance of M, and more likely,
I was here to wonder at why, you thought, I wasn’t going to send you a sidekick, after all this was worried not about, you know?” “Who’s ever followed my lead, like it mattered?” “Someone looking out for you, I’d venture.”
“What’s 6 baen up to?”
“He’s worried the last people he said killed you, were so sure they’d have it sorted and set aside, that he went ahead and warned you, by sending 005.” “6 did that?”
“Surely, and it looks like you hightailed it out of there, just so soon as you had to. Being there, I seriously doubt if you thought who the sent man was, wasn’t not, something, counter reverse, if you thought he, was, telling you, 004 was next, then more than likely, he was.”
If Six was playing games, it meant 009 was dead, and someone had to have started him off in that direction surely there after, and, James realized, in a short, sekaunt, what this conversation was really like, actually.
“M killed Tessa?” “No, surely, 006, did. M’s dead, don’t you know?” He hadn’t, thought the others by now only knew double oh six by reputation, but M was surely never, not active, in her life, or surely shared, something was mixed up in his thoughts but that was more than likely because 6, not double oh, but simply, Six, was playing games, and surely to start them off, 009, Tess, was dead. 008, was here. 007, was here. 006, was M, so set tu go to Russia?
005, was dead.. 004, was set to... “How long have you baen here?”
“I arrived just before you did, if you want to know..” “No one’s asked me why he doesn’t play games, all day every day?”
He decided to forget the whole conundrum because something wasn’t making sense about looking for a pattern with double oh agents, anyway, and surely, mostly, he was quite certain that Six with an orchestra was more,
playing a song, as opposed to a real game, with rules, and such, but James didn’t know, what had made him think 004 would be seeing him next, unless...
Well if you killed the rat... the mouse could run, and, the children could play again, anyway. Tessa was surely, the rat.. and there to know, M wasn’t the mouse? Shared, token, aspected, hidden司, was her alias for sex, if you wanted to know; ever the worthwile librarian, was she...
Set the cart in motion, who,
was the cat? Or was he a rabbit, by now? That was... it. That was surely it..

004

These moments set before his own life, that this was cause for God, in celebration, 007 entered, and wondered not for something else, in his line of expertise, but that someone was taunting him, with this one, and he wondered not about 004 for sure there was no lack of focus for James to have at, whilst he was, ‘having at’ in such a partaking...
        The bait, while you could believe sated, was fools sent, and to let him know there was something honest said, later, he could come by if he wanted, about reality and checks and balances, or grabs for power.
Not everyone, could completely understand lust nor passion, nor surely could you have to explain yourself, when people could send interesting women to you, and you wanted to fuck with them, really.
Someone had sent a bond girl, which was to say, that your, latest alias, was something you should bond yourself into, so he had, for surely if it was, 6, playing the strings, which is was, he was certain there was, some section for fatal attractions no longer, and that, he could be expected to follow through on the actions of the last James Bond he’d baen,
girls, if you didn’t know, could tend to make you keep your aliases, and that was true, or shared, and you always seemed to want to keep with them, if you could, shared for, score, but here also was a noose, and an idea that you could get her killed, if you wanted,
and Bond had only, set himself up, with this girl, because he was quite certain, he’d leave while she was asleep?
There wasn’t something to make sense of your own operations, in any of that, but more so played as to know, and grant just where, he could try and find the cat, he was sure he was, inclined to check the desk of the hotel, 3rd in a night, though it was, for any messages to him, under, surely, some name he’d used before, once in a while; James Bond.
        The, counter man, looked, oddly at him, and withdrew an envelope, for sure, had he, in fact, baen there, he would have wondered how the world was going to mention him at all, really. “It’s not me,” he said of it, half to the wondering, “I was just checking, is all. Carry on.”
Running, because you have, at least seventeen people trying to kill you, is all you ever had to believe, would start you off in the second direction you needed and, he had barely been able to, fathom, why Q hadn’t given him a nicer car, but,
no one showing up after he did, was going to right away, guess that this was James’s agent car, or something.
Here for to a high tailed chase, or aspect delivered most properly, here on against, without, he was sure there was someone at the counter, who had envelope, and also, he was quite sure,
that that woman he’d been affixed to, just to keep his wits about him, to describe how others described his, ‘insatiable’ need for pussy, was an arsonist not, but something, about her, left him, sure, that you could ‘say’ arsonist, because the building really did catch fire after the bomb exploded on the upper floor.
Which is to say, she was, there, not of anyone’s reckoning, but had, approached him like she was, just oh so thrilled he was there at all, a which meant his hotel hopping was contrived to get him in front of a certain assassin a little early, or shared, there were less people in the universe, who could gage what was happening, than he had numbers to attribute to, but surely, there was an idea that he was, drunk, but not really, tired, but, not really, and sated, shor, not much at all, often, actually. A little fulfilled though.. That was good news because he had, actually, no idea what the message about the female was supposed to mean other than that, one, she was meant to be a later, bond girl, sent by someone else, and two,
he’d arrived at that hotel only because 6 had pushed him out of the first one with 005, anyway, surely, and 008 had made it quite clear, there just wasn’t any room for him, in that next hotel, surely. Or being there, whatever was connecting, or linking up, he was getting the distinct impression that he at least, knew, the cat was called the rabbit, and..
There was some sort of aspect to approach, in her, to his, or theirs, but lost, and what hadn’t been helped, was sin, so lost, but that bombs could be broken, or sure, removed, so why had she set one, on the roof?
        He couldn’t venture a decent guess, except that one bomb detonated another, and the roof blew off, so surely, he was wondering how in this, venture, he was supposed to wonder, who was where with what, exactly, save that,
he didn’t know what was going on, any longer?
Fuck, what the, what was in the envelope?
He could venture to guess no one had to have it out for him all the way, or where for, this timing, taken oft to know less than what he’d had happening to him, before, but surely, there were very few people who knew what a person could do, with a table set of rules, save that there wasn’t really such a thing as too late in the night to check into a hotel, and, surely, he didn’t really know what else to do, but stand around the counter, at the next one he’d found, which, if you didn’t know, was a Motel 6. He’d left his old name and life behind by now though, surely; the last person you knew named James Bond died in that hotel. Still, he didn’t want to, not look put out, by showing up at a motel for surely, someone might actually see him, so, miffed, he’d been, by the time he was setting to, bond James Bond, to some expert, witness... there?
There was, less of a chance to floor it, out to get here, but he’d parked just outside this lobby door, hence, well, apparently that was how, motels worked, hence that he was, strangely nervous when another car pulled up, even though the bulding across the street was on fire; like someone was just, checking in?
He let his back stay to the door, when someone opened it, and he didn’t know, how, or why that, this wouldn’t be... occupied, except that they’d evacuated.. Great.. bars would close, hotel bars didn’t have to, if you had money, and surely,
this, establishment, did not, have, a bar.. The one on fire, had.
“You’re not the same, any longer,” said 6, or sure, something like him, but James was less certain what this sort of merit was going to grant him. “How exactly, are we supposed to drink together?” you little nitwit.
“Drink?” he asked him. “Money, probably, did you set yourself out for dive bars, by now?”
A kid... They’d sent a kid...
        He wished he could say, but less that this was Q, and more that he’d happened to be laughing about it, at some point or another, and, fuckit, damnit!
The Walther PPK was something he’d expected not, but he was sure it was there, under the child’s breast, and that he hadn’t needed something more, impressive, to kill 004 in the first place, was, interesting, “What are you, exactly?” 6, he was not. The cat’s gone and killed the rabbit, and 6 was never a real zodiac animal, at all? Surely, he was the rat not, the rat was dead; the cat’s gone and killed her, so now, we can find out that the one you called rabbit, wasn’t the child at all, or, wasn’t the rat at all, did you see? Did you see how insane this all was looking out to be, by then? He muttered as much, to himself, still wondering who the hell Six thought he really was, by then, anyway..
“Your partner, are you daft?”
“Merited so, what?”
“You just have a set for words, you’re liking to say, right away, to look devil at it, or what?”
“How could you think I’d needed a...” a partner he sounded not, the word was, rubbish.
“Disappointed?”
“Who kill?”
“I kill, badly, probably. We’re in luck for a cyborg 004 copycat coming at us, I’m sure.” “Owned the alias by now then, haveyou?”
“Nothing short of it, or did you think, 6, was going to suit me forever?” “You were...” well, he was going to say it, but, it didn’t sound like an insult, really..
“6, when I came up with it, yeah. Why, something got you worried up about fates, by now?” “You’re hardly partner material.”
“You don’t think people’ve said, boy pussy, to me, about anything,k?” He drank, or, wished he had some, “Something something, what.. what?” really?
“Why?” he asked him, sure, like, “want some?”
That this was hardly cause for little less in shelter to go by, he moved past him, and, keys, out, here, to the car, and... “Damn it... rubbish!”
“Yeah, he’s not, not your ally, I think...”
6’s car was, by far, nicer, than James’s, and surely, it was less that he didn’t, want to see the child drive around in it, but that 004 tossed him the keys and moved to the door he’d already unlocked, apparente be, and he wondered, slightly, and 6 said nothing of Q giving him a handprint resonance for it, though the idea seemed funny, for surely, if it had occurred to him to maime a child’s ego, it had occurred to the child, and yet, here was cause for something, akin to an adventure surely, he might need fun at?
“You’re not going to get in the way, are you?” he asked him, sure about something else, by the time seatbelts were in order, so, immediately, as apparente was,..
“I’m not gay..” said the boy. “Oh thank gods,” like, what?
“If you’re strutting the moves on, I’m as sure it’s a good idea as you are, James, or should I say, James...” Did he actually know what, gay meant, then? Hm...
        That this was hardly gone in before these worlds, the car handled like the child asked Q to pick one to impress a boy with, or something, and it did, surely, but that he was hardly not the adult in this scenario, he wondered at, but there was nothing short of a decent level countenance to the boy’s ego not, but the surest boyhood fire he’d seen in anyone’s eyes, whilst they rounded corners, here and on about this planet saking one Force for another, here, these worlds, this, roundabout, skidded! Here, back, over, surely, this life, “Breaking it in, are we?”
Surely... something something... merit.. something, “Do you have a, a quip book by me, or something?”
The boy was laughing, his head stretched back, sure this was better than anything he’d need for less in hell to pay for anything ever at all, and he watched, then, sure he was enjoying this, and James picked something up, in the boy’s eyes, akin to fear not, but some distant memory of it, perhaps? “You don’t, drive, do you?”
“No,” he said like that was true enough to know about right away...
“How’d you get out here?”
“Q did it...”
That was... already, the boy was dismantling something, here, and looking, “He did,” the boy confirmed, “but I’m not sure, here, this?” he asked, these wires, here... James nodded, sure he had, something else to enjoy, by now, as the boy snapped and pulled at the wires away from it, surely, and he thought, James did, there was nothing less but shelter in friendship, perhaps, for someone who didn’t question his own filed knowing of automechanics, here, and that he’d had no breathe of actual ego, was strange, and James thought, perhaps, he simply, knew what he was doing...
“Why don’t you, want, to drive?” he asked of him, then.
“I hate it.” Alright. “What for?” he skidded around a corner, there, here, and the boy grinned. Then said, “Thinking....”
James, liked him, by then. He could think, and wasn’t shy about the idea that, that meant, different. Not, less than, or surely, unevolved, but, diff’rent. Well played, child, something something, 004, something something, execution, and he imagined the boy aiming a broader, or, longer barrel, at the would be agent, double agent, surely, maybe? Not really, just, incompetent, and idiotic, or surely, something akin to, loyal, but, evil? He could do it, though. Execute. The boy knew how to execute someone, and that sure...
By the time he thought again, how long it had been, since he’d.. Well this was it, anyhow.. ”By the time you actually figure out anything I’ve said to you, it will be far too late to do anything but escape one hell by diving into another.
When you get there, pay attention to just how many allies you thought you had before, because one number doesn’t mean less than another if we were counting where you were on, what, a sliding scale or sheet music? It’s different, 007, each one of your enemies is going to vex you and torment you imagination, but keep in mind that when you call me your mother, by making everyone else say it like it’s a joke, I’ll have to remind you that I know what you look like, as a father, when you say it, so don’t think I’ve ever thought you’d think less of me, wherever I was, and whatever you’ve heard, alright?”
surely something you left out of your own equations, by now, but someone else thought it up so try not to think we forgot where it was, when we got here, and, do pay more attention to
the place of new beginnings, next time; it's called blackrock, and it's hard to venture why you don't know it was lava, just before we got it to turn into obsidian for you, alright?

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