Vibration

The vibration in my pocket typically disrupts any of this, any of what I have right now. The Prosthete is one who actively engages in lies and makes personas for himself. He is a masked marauder. He is a jovial jester. He is a dark, sinister hand. He is a sticky keyboard on the only vacant lab computer. He is the mouse without a ball. He is the mastermind behind it all. He is the one who tugs your strings. He is the one who can make your heart sing. He is the one to cut you with a knife. He is the one who actively fills you with fright.
He will leave work early. We will leave work early. We will leave at 3, but it's 2:58 and on his desk lies his feet. When are you off work? All of the cards in this deck are broke. Ripped up and shredded, fifty fifty two. Toss 'em 'round, pick them up, flip them down, look at the back, is it new? Or is it the same queen, the same jack,