Saturday, November 28, 2015

CHAPTER 120...I DON'T WANT TO BORE YOU

DURING MY 2008 TO 2010 PERIOD...I MUST HAVE HAD 50 OR SO SUCH  EVENTS HAPPEN TO ME...IT WAS LIKE A SPIRITUAL TIDE HAD RISEN...AND I WAS SITTING ON THE SAND...THE SALT WATER JUST BELOW MY NOSE...THE BREAKING WAVES SNAPPING BY MY EARS .

I DON'T WANT TO BORE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU...SO JUST ONE MORE SHORT STORY OF THE UNIVERSE BEING READJUSTED AND RE-MOLDED TO PARTIALLY FIT THE SHAPE OF A HEART...( OR WHATEVER IN THE FUCK WAS GOING ON ).

I KEPT ON FINDING DIMES AT THIS SAME EXACT LOCATION...THAT WAS STRANGE...BUT INTUITIVELY I THOUGHT IF I EVER FLIPPED ONE OF THE FUCKERS IN THE AIR...THINGS WOULD GET EVEN STRANGER STILL...SO I DID...AND SO DID THEY  .

UNTIL I ACCIDENTALLY STUMBLED UPON IT IN A BOOK...IT MEANT NOTHING TO ME...BUT THE FACT OF THE MATTER IS...THE ODDS OF FLIPPING A COIN AND HAVING IT LAND ON ITS SIDE...ARE ABOUT THE SAME ODDS OF YOU MASTURBATING IN DOWNTOWN BOSTON...AND IMPREGNATING PAUL MCCARTNEY'S SECOND FLOOR MAID ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD...NOT VERY GOOD .


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