Saturday, December 12, 2015
Final Plan
The Same Conversation
-Okay then, you take a cruise. Two-AM, off fantail go you!
-Done!
-Swim to exhaustion, won't even know when sharks
getting to it. Little guys finishing up, thousands.
-Then?
-Eventually, bleached bones on a beach somewhere.
-Great! I'm scenic!
-Here comes the Science! I study charts, currents, decide
which beach, and the whole gang parties there!
-How could it be better? I'm enjoying it now!
-Uh...invite Dorrie? Your call there?
-Why not? Her whole life's been a fuckin gloat!
Labels: beach, cruise, currents, decay, drowning, Fatal Woman, friend, gloating, punctured affair, science, sharks, suicide
Saturday, November 06, 2010
Rural Wit, Thus Short
-My one soap opera stopped with the Republicans gloating.
-Like drunks. Bible says that if...
-Then old ducks come on there and tell you why.
-Ain't no mystery. Unemployment! Why look at that guy
down at the bridge. Out a year or so from sawmill.
-Only one not the family there. By the way, he's selling that
little red car he got.
-That thing? Useless crap! By the time you reach decent road,
whole ass end be tored out!
-Well, he’s selling it.
-Wonder what that perky wife'd fetch?
-Never mind all that! And wondering what I'd...!
-Why you're as pure gold to me, as the Bible says.
-It don't say that. You're full of it like always.
-Well, something like.
-I know what you'd fetch. Nothing!
-You was always a harsh woman! Why the chemicals in me
worth five bucks!
-They’s all played out!
Labels: Afghan election, Democrat;, gloating, Republican, rural
