10,916. THAT EGG AT THE JOHNSON OF NOWHERE

THAT EGG AT THE 

JOHNSON OF NOWHERE

It isn't as if the platypus talked; granted

the old record was spinning, Nick Cave,

singing some other version of 'Avalanche.'

This is a kingdom without keys, after

all, and the moat has been paved, and

is now a ring-speedway. 'Does that mean

there is nothing left?' (I had heard the 

other person in the room ask that). 'No,'

he said, 'It only means all the meanings

have changed.' It always seems like we

get nowhere by trying.  

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Once they enameled the car, the guy in

the paint shop said it would go faster. I

said, 'You're crazy, that's bullshit, don't

lie.' He insisted, saying the cut through 

the air would be different. That was 1971.

He had a TV on the shelf behind his head;

it was playing a re-run of a Dick van Dyke

episode. I said, 'Ha! Here I always thought

a Dick Van Dyke was the name of a beard

for men's pubic hair.' He said, 'Go. Now I

owe you one. Get out.'

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So I guess you can see how it goes : the

bakers make loaves all night long, but it

never means they're loafing.