the teevee is talking about jesus christ and it is raining like everything is in order. in most places it rains because things are crummy, but in my home town it rains because everyone is glad and the fair is in town. the telephone rings and it says "hello hahaha what a rain, eh what a rain i love it i should move to seattle what am i doing in the desert what am i doing here i'll call you back later my waffle just came up oh and your pal so and so is dead" then the birds chriped in the holes of my head and clarinets and slide whistles sounded from the parade outside under the shiny sun. the subtitle said, "inside i was laughing and dancing like peppermint eels."this is what would have happened if i answered the telephone but i let it ring because i wonder if it's the social worker. then i laugh because i remember we don't have a social worker. but then i stop because so and so is dead. but then i'm caught in an awkward thoughtful look because jesus christ is on the television and he is dead. but then i stop because so and so is not jesus christ. i wonder if jesus chrust is my social worker. dad comes in and flips the channel to a grainy movie from the 1930's, and some fellah's lying on his bed sideways and he is playing a tuba. 
1967
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