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| The lobe of paul sorvino that ear looked so red and bright like a fat pink leech. You didn't want to let me see you cry. I left the room and found a window and watched a lawnmower floating in the sky. Looking out above the paul sorvino city, I watched the crap in the air float paul sorvino upwards. Newspaper, bottles, black baseball caps, aluminium cans, broken umbrellas, dead cats, rolls of toilet paper unwinding long white tails, dirty underwear, cotton candy, a box of half eaten heart shaped chocolates, a pair of hand cuffs, somebody's resume. Is it not wonderful to look out the window and see the loose things of the city escape? -o0o- Later, you told me what your mother said. How your father, the farmer, rose up slowly. You told me how your mother wailed on the other end of the phone grieving her loss and complaining about the basketball of a goiter perched on her shoulder. She told you, your father walked onto the verandah and saw a chook floating ten feet above the ground. The chook didn't flap a feather and just sat there brooding, swaying in the breeze. |
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