Sunday, November 30, 2008
The window was somewhat fogged, so it stood to reason that banks would be open, at least for some time. Then we could go to town, discover our true natures, things like that. But then it grew dark and sped up until all was worn down to a nub, a rather gratuitous one I might add, if I thought it would help. Lofty goals approached and saddled the loose morals of our mortal foes. To spend any amount of time in Dayton is asking for it. Like when you said everything would be alright in Georgia, even when it wasn't. The rain was helping to upend the worst luck imaginable. We were worried the car wouldn't start. Several of us became agitated to the point of extinction. Grand gestures were the norm then, and portals opened without coaxing, wrinkles appeared under certain elders' eyes. To cream when creaming was unfashionable, I say it got out of hand, the mistress said so. It was she who told the rest of us where to stand. I couldn't stand it any other way, any longer and we'd have been toads. It was coming to that when bacon arrived. The postal service limped into limbo not knowing where to kowtow. I'd seek them where they last were known to lie: under the hedge across from the park, in the other park. That's where you'll make your mark. Those trees will never see it coming, and then you'll be free of attacking back without provocation, as no judge will concede to you the just officiousness with which terrible acting combined with supernatural breeding takes place. I can only hope you have some kind of insurance. It won't cover this, but at least you'll have been prepared to the best of your ability. It was in this spirit that immortalization of human body parts would require too much to be found on any ship, let alone the one now making stops along the hostile shore. Great, I'll take two crates. And she'll have two as well, make up for the discrepancy between your cash and her wallet, all of this occurring despite reassurances to the contrary that nothing would happen, it's okay, it's totally safe. That one I'd like to hear again, with feeling, or without feeling, hunting. Bunting is okay, but you all are great lobster-eating at the real dive, and it couldn't have happened without you, the lot of you gets a check signed to the amount in question, that is namely, 119 thousand dollars. Mostly, I let people shake hands with my fat lady song as the wind dies down, morning somewhere, I guess, and what can be made of it.