Is not the topic of this post. Isn't it unfortunate to lose an hour of sleep? My head is banging murderously from the combination of tequila and red wine. I am unlucky yet I am ready to give birth to new ideas.
Here is what I am imagining:
A small fortress in the woods surrounding the suburbs. It is a fortress made of stone. There is a small tacky restaurant inside the fortress that makes amazinig chicken tenders with spicy dipping sauce. There are pictures of local residents on the walls, they are not so unattractive as you would think. There is a small dance floor. I go out onto the dance floor by myself, after having fortified myself with the tenders. I remove my shirt to reveal my strange hairy chest. I get on my knees and wait for strangeness to rain down upon me. I am wearing a heavy belt and cowboy boots with my blue corduroys. I am covered in so much fur, no one can believe it. The owner threatens to have me removed, yet I stay in one spot motionless. Eventually the epiphanies roll over me. I understand everything all at once. That is my imagining for this morning.
I need to go partake of some coffee now. I am excited about this evening as I will be headed directly to Ned's for chumliness and good will.
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That is a very sexy idea.
Raining strangeness is such a beautiful idea. I am imagining the splashes on your fur, the trickles in your folds, and the puddle beneath you. Stay where you are, good will is overrated.
Hi Marla. Hi Cindy. I want to put you both in wheelchairs.
MM, I am making a special trip back to Ned's tonight so that we can meet up. Maybe PD will be there too. That would be grand.
I am craving sasparilla.
also, the place you are imagining. . .it is the place for epiphanies. I can imagine motionless on the dance floor, on your knees, looking up, lit by one spotlight, causing your fur to glow in a heavenly way.
I can imagine that too, but there are consequences.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
The consequences can only be fabulous. I may be wearing cuffs on my wrists too.
My fur will glow in the way it was meant to. Perhaps small beads of dew will glisten under the spotlight. Perhaps my underbite will grow more pronounced and my teeth will sharpen. I will be lusty and forthright, a willing participant.
I can't hardly take this talk. You people are sexy.
TANG!!! You are back. It's lovely to perceive you this way. Have you been attacked by the neck meteor this morning?
No, Mountain, it was a throat comet. A glorious star dust trail of loveliness leading straight to my heart.
I had a neck meteor on my leg. The throat comet sounds more romantic.
Hi Tang. I have missed thee. I am Bleet, a friend from afar that wants to soothe you.
I am missing something in my brain, the spirals have deleted some files.
Bleet, tell me of you. I have been lonely since moving to New York. I am in constant need of companionship for my desire is great. It was easier (and harder) on the boats.
Oh Tang!!! It is wonderful to meet you. I am a menu of options. I come from afar, where you would not want to go, it is very loud there, so I am glad to be elsewhere. Meaning here. My options shift depending on your needs so really I think I am perfect for making you whole. Let me know what you need and I will evaporate and reappear right next to you with reinforced hunger and participation in you.
Are you familiar with the hop scotch pattern? It may be helpful for us to get to know each other.
I remember you Tang. You were unique and special on me.
I remember you too Tang. I am your metaphor for escape. I can help you.
Everyone is wanting to reinforce Tang. Everyone is available for yes or no, depending on what you prefer.
Who is this Tang you are so delighted with? Why are you so lonely?
I have received a phone call from the foul-breathed one. I do not want to call him back.
You all are so wonderful...I am feeling quite at home here. I am only lonely because my standards are high. It is my own fault. I only like to be with people who transport....themselves, others, their bodies and feelings.
Boat, I remember you all too well. It was difficult and thrilling for me then, but I have moved on. Anonymity has its place but I was being erased by your legions. The sailors were too much.
Damp Oar, you are just the jetsom I desire. Take me to Mountain and you may stay too.
I will take you to MM, if that is what you wish. Or would you like to spend some time with Bleet first? It is your choice. We are not going to wound you.
I am not afraid of groups, just gangs.
But mostly, I want to be with Mountain.
Bleet sounds nice, will you be there?
I am with you already Tang, I will appear more concretely once we arrive at the place we are supposed to go to.
Tang is tangy.
But sweet, Mountain, sweet nourishing sweetness.
I know tangy. I know.
MM, you are so out there. You want to give it to all the ladies. Tang is your new favorite?
That makes me very happy Mountain.
You know I would do anything for you.
I don't want to go out. I want to stay in.
Tang, what if I stick a poker in your bum?? I want to.
Anything.
Call me.
Now.
In.
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