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Sleeplessness and Butchered Shakespeare. Or. Sorrow.

In Uncategorized on August 31, 2009 at 9:58 am

She is called into a place she recognizes; it was a dark there before, nurturing. The comfort called her, and she was torn. Not knowing what to do she slid down the wall and rested her temple on one of her knees and fiddled with her toes, staring at that black embrace. Anxious and timid. Maybe she’ll just stare at her awkward pinky toes for a while. She knows them well, at least.

A cheerful, bald elderly man hunched his already hunched back and whispered, “Arentchya gonna try it in there? Seems like it’s whatchya need little one. Now gimme a smile”

To which the little one smiled back, secretly embarrassed that her undies might be exposed, and whispered through a cupped hand, “Ya know, you might be right, Pops. What’s one brick when you’ve got a million more?”

And she popped up, and as she bowed, uttered in a very small, yet feigning dignified voice, “Come unto these black sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have, and kiss’d…”
Raising at the last second, and peaking with one green eye to the sky “The wild nights whist.”

She skipped through the door. Cozy, empathetic darkness.


Still Life with Woodpecker _ Tom Robbins

In Uncategorized on August 30, 2009 at 10:02 am

“Now tequila may be the favoured beverage of outlaws but that doesn’t mean it gives them preferential treatment. In fact, tequila probably has betrayed as many outlaws as has the central nervous system and dissatisfied wives. Tequila, scorpion honey, harsh dew of the doglands, essence of Aztec, crema de cacti; tequila, oily and thermal like the sun in solution; tequila, liquid geometry of passion; Tequila, the buzzard god who copulates in midair with the ascending souls of dying virgins; tequila, firebug in the house of good taste; O tequila, savage water of sorcery, what confusion and mischief your sly, rebellious drops do generate!”


“But I can’t open the pack. . . If I did all this would collapse. A successful external reality depends upon an internal vision that is left intact.” They glared at her the way any intelligent persons ought to glare when what they need is a smoke, a bite, a cup of coffee, a piece of ass, or a good fast-paced story, and all they’re getting is philosophy.”


book: http://is.gd/2J5CP