4814. BRACKISH WATER DELUGE

BRACKISH WATER DELUGE

Garth Hudson, Garth Brooks, Garth whomever  -  

all the men of this foreign legion are escaping.

'You have a nice doggie,' she said. I replied,

'Yes, thanks; and you have a nice pussy though

I don't often see it on the porch. What else

do you do?' 'Fishing, boating, archery  -  all

the stuff no one does on the mainland. I don't 

think I've ever been bored.'  Yes, just like that.

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Then the counselor came down from his steps :

'You take a lot of chances for a lad of 23.' I

smiled back : 'It's all true, it's all real, and it's

me. You don't call that music, do you?' I

could tell that slovenly bastard was a crank.

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Forevermore the morrow. I walked into the

store of John Derian, on e2nd street wishing to

break every plate I'd see. Roses and flowers and

butterflies and lilies -  all this pinpoint shit on

lacquered plates and dishes. Instead I sat down

asked for tea. 'We don't have anything of that sort,'

the lady said  -  not a lady I guess, just some too

swank girl from The New School or NYU. You

know the kind : doing a paper on Tuesday, doing

you the very next day. Forever the morrow, yeah.