Monday, November 21, 2005

Rationale 2.1

Still hungry, the monsters are getting on a bus! The whole mind is clustering around the school bus, yellow mind. Collective wit and fresh things, dumplings, ever-afters and soft soft oyster eyes.
A collective breeze issues from their lips. The drying faces watch each other too, for signs. I’m watching them all the while, I can’t stop laughing.
Some men come along and nail gun the slower ones to the house edge. A fine shingling. I don’t have the courage to be severe. The truth is we’re all afraid of reprisal. Of being accused degenerate. Of degenerating.

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