4702. WHAT'S THE IDEA?

WHAT'S THE IDEA?

Only North Americans really care about the weather;

the rest of the world couldn't give a shit. All those Fiji

Islanders washed out to sea, you think they even noticed?

Woke up slowly, said 'my hut is gone?', and then realized

where they were. Adrift, oh far and distant atoll, like the

heart that is lost at love, like the spirit which broke all

rules and never left. Anywhere else?  Take your choice

and run with it. Your loss will be my gain?

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One time, on 54th Street, I was nearly run down by a truck -

the old sort of occurrence: I didn't look, the driver was busy,

the truck was on the run  -  had it really hit me, I'd be dead.

As it is, it missed, and the driver came out screaming.

'Watch where you're walking, you stupid son of a bitch!'

I screamed back, 'You're sister was my mother, so she

must be the bitch you mention, asshole!'

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I love the fun of living to the hilt; all those things with

which to play and things with which to agree : 'you

really do have a nice smile'; 'I feature your kiss on

my list of ten best'; 'the idea behind our acquaintanceship,

I always thought, was pure, unbridled lust  -  but underscored

by the form of love they write about in hymnals.'

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You don't understand? Don't ask me 'what's the idea? again.