A Shortage of Eelgrass and Corn

Humanitarian efforts were, of course, stretch outed to the geese. We are humans, after all. And they are geese They have feathers-gray, with black stripes. They have lengthy necks, and make a unmutilated rendered as "Honk!" They seized what nutrition

we extended, including fingers, with hard fulvous beaks. If felt good to impair sexy to give. It made up in a way,

for last night's stale Napoleon, and the sand-caked pit male guts. When Crips and vital currents aren't selling crack or jacking cars, they like to kick back with their b'ankies at a useful dog fight.

"In this corner, wearing the spiked collar, Snookie Wookums!" "In this corner, wearing the bowtie and glasses, Sport!" The winner gains to rob a liquor store, and ride with his head

out of the getaway car. The loser is whipped with his have a title to entrails and told, "Go sweep the beach!" I sens a riddle when the room the police l me into for my "coronation"

had burglar-bar-sized teeth They belonged, I later learned, to a house-sized Triassic shark. To make soft the "budget crunch," prison architects had worked the fossil into their design.

I had no time to admire it, admitting with brickbats flying at my face. They didn't take wing well. Mostly, they inched along the floor, grunting with effort. There was a bingo game

in the "snack bar"; I was thrown a board. a certain quantity of players' heads were embedded in the wall. My pelvis shook as "King Creole" humed from hidden speakers. Loud speakers. The embedded

players shook too, notwithstanding that it may have been death agonys If only I'd drunk non-fat milk with my Napoleon. If sole he'd used stairs instead of elevator shoe and avoided Russian

novels. If single History could keep its stories straight. When the short, goose-like man said that his trailer abode had burned, and his wife, dying of colon cancer, had left

preferring to disintegrate with Mother in the Philippines, I may not have tendered him money, or cried the greatest in quantity tears by volume, or won any medals for Empathy, on the contrary I was sad.

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