9757. FUNNY FRIEND FELLOWS

FUNNY FRIEND FELLOWS

There's no use to sensation, before dawn

or otherwise either. My magician says she

can't make the clock run backwards, so I

hire her once more. Double-Trouble and

lickety-split. That first one's a South Jersey

Pine Barrens place; the second, I'm not so 

sure. If there ever was an attitude worth

remarking about, this is it.

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That singer girl, I forget her name, from

Reading, PA, I realize I've never heard her

at all  -  therefore I'm only taking others

at their word when they call her 'singer.'

I think that's what media hype is  -  you

just believe what you hear, not what is.

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Here's the toy chest that kid left behind :

he stayed all last Summer, a real pain in the 

butt. I'm not a fan of children anyway, but,

man, this was it. I suppose he's a year older

now, so the chandler's got a job, and the

whittler's got a carving mission, and I've

got  -  once more  -  nothing in between

Being and Nothingness. (As they say).