Friday, August 12, 2005
Skirmish in the Piles
Earlier today I took a trip to the crud piles to inspect and possibly help clear out the pestilence. I was embroiled in a minor skirmish that resulted in the above circular flesh wounds. Then there was a weird blackout at the supermarket this evening. Alone with cart near the bacon bits aisle, the lights turned off, the music turned off...many seconds pass. Creepy. Dark wraps around like a blanket of close plastic, shrinkwrap. Beard begins itching. Relief as backup generator begins to work. Happy sighs from fellow shoppers and self. Invigoration and indoctrination begins with the liquid toxins in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.