_ O my, but for the lengths we go to make sweet the sour there would be nothing to do; nothing at all. Let me tell you a story:
He was a stranger, or so I thought. He fixed me in a skyscape of light, glowing and unsteady - it was his lot to live in the dimensionless nowhere of one good eye. He showered, of his own admission, twice a day...
_ This story has already bored me to tears - I, of Two Good Eyes.
_ ... I was swimming in his eye... getting seasick, if you will. How long is a 'stranger' strange?...
_ Don't - do not - ask...
_ It was then I saw her; it was then I gave myself fully to rude musings... Black spandex... how original... A sly smile from across the aisle... Was I looking in a mirror? I screamed... "Fire!"
_ I would have an easier time of it learning Sanskrit for Stutterers than listening to you yarn on and on and on about some imagining based upon latent reserves of hallucinogenic residue coming to their rightful fruition, if one would be so kind...?
_ ?? I beg your pardon...
_ No offense taken. French Roast... something in the air... Yes, I think it's air.
_ Howsaboy?
_ Bearing the brunt of assaults from a couple of different fronts. Never been better, babe... Do you mind if I call you 'babe', babe?
_ She had on a party dress, and bear in mind this was early. I was dressed in my Saturday morning spats - black and white... There's no hole in this soul, Monsignor.
_ Future the next past. Have you tried the French Roast?
_ Gorgeous... What he just said... I was thinking that very particular pedigree of thought which leads one to more of the same... A poised snarl, if you will.
_ Of course I will.
_ Before I answer your question I must tell you that I wear a bicycle helmet when I brush my teeth... and it has saved me more than once.
_ Are you looking at me over the top of your glasses? Are we taking this outside?
_ What can I say... fruit ripens in its own time. Hitting it with a hammer ain't gonna do shit...
_ Slipping in to the vernacular of the vulgar?
_ Whatev... Handsome is as handsome does... To assume ownership of a still-warm corpse... 'There's gold in them thar ills!'... Nobody owns nothing... I'm having a hard time choosing between Eggs Benedict or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
_ Two French Roast- one black, one purple. Eggs Benedict and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich - chef's choice on the jelly...
_ Through a grove of pumpkin trees we wove; an old Chicago Bear's helmet upon my dome. She was dressed accordingly...
_ ... and make it snappy. Yes... make it... snappy, I guess... Right? Does that sound about right?... Make it snappy...?
_ She was born one day new to her... a concert pianist, if you will...
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... There's more to the story: The metronome went home; leaving... a still, bouncing ball.
... If'n I wish real hard it'll be someone's nice day.
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