Hero comes to save the day, lead the way. In a suit and a sweatpants, your point is moot, here's how I dance. The hero follows the crowd ahead of them, keeping a nice straight spine despite any internal resistance. Toes are stubbed gracefully. The march leads to April, who has flowers and knows her Leonardo.
Eros thumbs through the newspaper, and fingers through a notebook. The hero learns that Eros is the god of chaos. Eros learns that heroes don't just divide and conquer they unite and bonk her.
He rows. He rows because it's his job, and because it's fun. He goes two ways at once- first reaching Europe like reverse Columbus, then across the Pacific like neo-Cook. In France they give him a rose. In Hawaii they roast a pig. They were already there on that little-used beach, and the pig was done at the moment the ship landed.
Cheerios for her, for the earthly bird gets the worm. Cheerios for him as he groggily looks out on the water and sees Madagascar/Thursday approaching. Madagascar is just a way of looking at things, but Thursday is coming whether you like it or not.
Mad at gas cars? Worried about lack of flurries? Step aboard my time boat. The more people on it, the better it floats.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
A Persuasive Advertisement for a Ride of Undetermined Length on a Time Boat
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