Ted (merovingian) wrote,


"Okay, how many people in the room are actually me?"

An embarrassed smattering of hands rose to the air. Time-travellers, shape-shifters, doppelgangers, evil twins, identity thieves.

Then a few more. Whole-world single-entity theorists. Deep-identity empaths. Non-celebrity impersonators and pixellated virtual proxies. Sacrificial effigies and compulsive hand-raisers.

"Well, this song goes out to all of you," I said, and I started to strum my acoustic guitar. Or perhaps I should say, our acoustic guitar.

Then bats flew out of nowhere and landed on all their uplifted hands.

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