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One fine day I sat out on my balcony reading

  • One fine day I sat out on my balcony reading book after book. Hour after hour went by without me noticing the change in weather.
  • A kitten plopped on my open book. Puppies puddled at my feet. I am allergic to cats and dogs.
  • But I thrive on metaphor. Drink irony and piss excellence. Barkeep, bring me a triple entendre, with a non sequitur back. This place was a zoo. I opened an umbrella, to shed the
  • shade on a little lemur curled up in my lap. If I'm the lemur then my lap is the primevial sheltering earth. The shade is not-knowing and the umbrella is the seventh galaxy. It all
  • was beginning to make sense. The Lemurian trance left me wide-eyed staring into the Madagascar rainforest, back to the dawn of primate mythology and the gift of opposable thumbs
  • that kept getting "regifted" at every baby shower. The thing about Lemurian hypnotism is that it makes one feel super thirsty. So I drank from a puddle in the Madagascar rainforest
  • And my fur coat grew thicker so I blended in the my adopted family of lemurs. Life in the forest was better than where I lived in my previous human incarnation. Tree to tree, I was
  • convinced that was the way to let me forget her. I even took to playing that I could imagine a better life for her without me. But somehow she always discovered my absence. I took
  • the knife out of my holster. Time to end the misery. "George?", she gasped, "What are you doing?" Paraodoxically, I had to smile. "What I should've done a long time ago, honey..."
  • and I sliced the sage Darby and we went out on the patio with glasses of wine and watched the fireflies and forgot about everything else for a while. We really needed the break.

1 Comments

  1. Woab Jun 24 2017 @ 11:42

    There are some mysteriously repeating themes, here.

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