7776. LALA BOY GOES HOME

LALA BOY GOES HOME

At the oasis they fried the container, the

taxi took everyone home. The big guy said

he was from L.A., and he had to leave now.

The ride was a ton of money, but he was

willing to pay. LaLa Boy goes home again.

Planes and boats and trains are taking people

to Paris and Rome. Something like that  -  there

used to be a song. Some paraplegic sang it all

the time at choir practice. Perhaps it has a

religious connotation. The inspiration of

desperation all the same.

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Now it seems, by contrast, ( this is twenty years

later), all I do is look up words. Not even any 

longer with a walking dictionary  -  just some

hand-held shit that tells me whatever I want at

a glance in a second. Quick as a wink. Fool's 

gold for the parched. A regular Sweetwater Cafe

for people out of juice. LaLa Boy goes home again.

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Sebastian from the Lowland Farms, he's up today to

try and sell his milk and eggs and butter. No one is

buying a thing. The only thing the crank guy wants

is to clear the land for open-farming, free-range

wrangling, natural fed beef and ham. Ham and eggs?

Natural fed beef, and eggs? Free-range eggs and ham?

Natural-fed eggs and free range ham? Beats my ass,

Goddamn. LaLa Boy goes home again.