Headphones

_ We've reduced the wind to a breeze.
_ Slightly less than a 'whoosh'. It's like when the crowd thins out.
_ No it's not.
_ I can live with that. I'm perforated; the breeze passes right through. I can live with anything.
_ As if we have a choice.
_ Choices, like baseball, exist only to break your heart. We get deeper and deeper in the yucky stuff - shit - and continue to make choices. Menu, please!
_ Slow day; people going nowhere. The sky sails on; someone cut the bowline. We've reduced the wind to a breeze. I've headphones on my mind; my ears are ringing.
_ Do you cook?
_ I started out at zero and somehow made it to one. Is that cooking?
_ With gas, brother. Chai?
_ With whitecaps.

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     ... I read a newspaper yesterday; I feel sullied.

     ... A semi-permeable perforation allowing the wind to blow the whole show into the next county; no one sees the wind, yet it's the every in everywhere. Though it blows no one knows the wind.

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