Slept well last night with my two mega-speakers blaring "Do Not Disturb!" from the rooftop. Then came down to the beach where I watch gruesomely grinning clouds scuttle overhead and feel as though I am suspended over one of the Pits of Hell. There! A swarm of deadfish comes flopping up out of the surf and onto the beach. Yuck! Such a stench! Someone should call Animal Control! Of a sudden I fear the darkening sky as the continents begin to rise, curling and thrusting Mexico and all of South America above me so that the South Pole becomes another North Pole. Only then do I use my weapon of last resort--unzipping the Fabric of the Universe to let tons and tons of rancid oatmeal and melted butter pour over me to form a protective barrier. That accomplished, I trudge wearily home for a nap. On the way I smile and wave to neighbors, but no one waves back. Instead they flee indoors to crouch behind drawn curtains. Poo! on them. They are unworthy snobs, one and all!
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