it is the abstract cafe where time slithers and fish drift. the veined vexed,
pained & perplexed babysitter, in the twisted impatience of her inevitable biologic
declination where each stimulus is a serrated steel knife grating the slate of
the sensory chalkboard, is only able to drink her spoon, launch chapped sighs,
and indulge in eyerolling overreactionary attempts to forcibly ignore young Paul
and Suzy's incestuous jello temptations: the delicate inquisition: proddings.
in the false egocentric empathy of childhood they can relate this experience to
their still vaguely memorable shared womb experience. together they are learning
the secrets of colloidal friction. the echoes of microscopic oxygen bubbles reverberate
within the spiral cochleae of their eardrums. O! gentle cilium uncalloused by
the deafening airport blare of the rock concerts they will within a decade be
attending; Paul's earring and Suzy's fluorescent pink sweatshirt severed to reveal
her midriff. although he is poorly drawn, Harvey is protected from a realization
of his own inadequacies by a smirk, a shrug, and a smug lack of perceptive faculties
in addition to an arrogant pretense of omniscience. his cigar burns releasing
industrial toxins and slow ashen ribbons which trickle into the nostrils and lap
of the miserable babysitter. carcinogens give her a headache. she is all dried
mucous and lost geritol daydreams. under the table she clutches her purse tightly
in her softly gloved left talon. unconsciously she is thinking precisely "it is
about time to remove these surgical gloves in favor of a clean pair. a few dozen
thorough handwashes never hurt as well. i have lysol scope and glade." she should
recline into the luxurious accomplishments of her many years. her successful retention
of virginity and now her advanced salary in the ritualistic herding of the twin
sheep as opposed to her imagined destiny, a mother of nightmares, tedious hours
spent in involuntary cohabitation with wailing embryonic blobs of thought. the
flintstone syndrome with invisible symptoms. the oceans have evaporated leaving
only their rubbery skins tacked to the sky.
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