Mill Valley Farmers Market

The Devil's Core 10 stars for Lyn/Lin I think it was who runs this thing and puts up signs. She had an incredible paranoid cocaine induced freak out break down psychosis that spilled out into reality right before my eyes. Screaming like I was raping her mind by my mere presence alone. She actually went to great lengths to hire a private investigator to set me up with a cryptic note crumpled up strategically placed in the parking lot where I would find it - she was that calculating - the guy earlier had me come to his house posing as someone else to gather intelligence that only I and him would know to plant on that note -like some high school sh*t but only with old boomer adults turned totally evil, corrupted and maddened by the little power at the time they did hold over me. Sitting there in her SUV snorting key lines of coke up her nose- face caked over in heavy makeup and big dangling diamond earrings- all dolled up and dressed like a debutante at the ready -to lord over her empire of onions - Only in Marin and something straight out of a Phillip K. Dick novel - I f*cking lived it. I would be the first to admit any kind of nefarious intent to cause harm to others- oftentimes I think of doing just that. In a moment of shear insanity under enough stress - anybody is capable of anything - but this woman - mind melting apart at the time - must have this kind of response to innocent bluebirds for how kind and nonthreatening I came across-that day. Simply standing there - existing- maybe smiling even - being friendly - this was at a farmers market - surrounded by people and her mind was just unraveling to its core focused unto me an onto me, me and myself alone as if from that very crowd of humanity - there came form an isolated devil - a shark in sheep's clothing unmasked with fire and fury- permeating the county with evil from every sinister vessel of its devils core. And who knows - maybe I was.