The rail stations were dead, flowing like bees stung from honeysuckle. The people hung back and watched the ocean, animals flew in and out of focus. The time had come. Yet king dogs never grow old - they stay young and fit, and someday they might come to the beach and have a few drinks, a few laughs, and get on with it. But not now. The time had come; we all knew it. But who would go first?
Sunday, February 19, 2012
The Skeleton Dance
That's right, it's a dancing skeleton in a top hat and a cane. Why did I dream about watching a dancing skeleton in a top hat and a cane?
Silly, I didn't dream about watching a dancing skeleton in a top hat and a cane. I dreamt about being a dancing skeleton in a top hat and a cane.
And so, in conclusion: I wear the cheese, it does not wear me.
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