Viva brotherlove!

Here I come to save the day

by j. brotherlove

[for kevin-rose’ - thanks for the cape]

In the nick of time, it appears. A psychogenic fugue leads to a thin sliver of hope. A name rises in the throat and spits forth with determined force. They are only words and yet, they have weight. Only the chosen predict its arrival. Others point and stare. A bird? A plane?

“Viva brotherlove,” they cry. “Super Negro of the Blogosphere!”

But not the Mystery Man. Instead, he hisses:
And your name, what the fuck is your name?

What’s your name, indeed?

George, is there no end to your powers?