Reversal of Inertia (gRatE)

Posted by Paul Ricciardi (Rock Hill, United States) on 2 January 2007 in Abstract & Conceptual.

The FUdge woke up one dreary december day and
said to himself "Oh. Damn. I have woken up today."
And, as The FUdge went to hurl with a toothbrush
in the toilet,
Sophie came waltzing into the skyscraper lobby.
With a dog.
Sophie was young.
Sophie was beautiful.
with her brunette brown brown hair and blue blue eyeballs
embedded in her dark, squishy, cantelope sounding
Eye SOckets.
Sophie's dog hung from the telegraph wires,
convulsing with the current of urgent news from the
Middle East.
Or is it The Midwest?
I can't recall much these days.
Anyways,
The convulsions led to contractions-I am to I'm to I have to I've got to go up the stairs ya know it seems the weather
never ceases to blow jobs come and go in this city of are or is it ours and the hours tick by and...
Sophie meets The FUdge.
He's laying or is it lying in the bathtub with the toaster in there, and his hair is black and crispy
like the urine filled bacon.
eyes blood filled and bulging, sizzling and popping like roaches on a skillet.
and Sophie kisses The FUdge right on his navel.
And leaps through the window.
All we see is the Inertia of Gravity and the Reversal of Inertia or is it the reversal of love?
I do not know.
much these days.
A bathroom grate provides much inspiration
and insight too
to the world of two (2) lovers
oooooooor is it a
?

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