I had planned to relax.
I've lived a joyous life for approximately 10,000 years without you.
Like the remarkable Louis-Ferdinand Celine, get me the N.Y. Times, and a warm roll with butter in the morning.
First of all, my wrists are bad ... I am restless, incorrigible,
malcontent ... I am out of Baileys n' Cream... I have more than
several deeply respectful homages that I ought to unburden ...
the cast: 'exceedingly smart writers' ... the 21st Century
is about marketing ... demographics ... of all words of tongue and
pen ... my heart is broken ... my spirit thrives ... my boot soles
are thick with Oriental steel but ineffective ... my name
changes... I do not live the dream ... I am dressed for 0 to 90
degrees ... you stare at my boots ... it is too cold for music ... too
dangerous to walk ... the minnows look comatose ... has the
wind accelerated ... or just the night ... there, that's better ...
this snow cover will be here for 150 days ... an Alberta Clipper
is on the big screen, the trees say... ...we're the only ones out
here...that clear sky, kiss your ass goodbye... that wind has a
devilish howl to it ... too cold to urinate ... does the boy wish to
be an astronaut ... the girl a psychiatrist ... we should put on more
light ... some of these hellraisers might just drive out here doing donuts ...
... here's one...QUICK!..grab the gills, the gills!..northern...his
head's stuck...watch your hands...the makeshift coffee can and
candle tip over and the considerable fish begins to squawk
poetry...Dostoevsky yells: ... how many times are you going to
spell check my name?! ...the fish going: the hammerhead
shark~~~dives off shore Havana beach~~~mackerels so
thick ... I stab the fish's gullet and agree with Toy that it was a
mistake... and the fish does not shut up...Toy strikes a stick
match on his open pocket watch and lights the candle...the
wounded fish going: you can cut me throat~~~Sisyphean
samurai like~~~flame invisible...the fish's vicious teeth large
enough to take your elbow ... Toy and me slipping on the bloody, sublimated icy water, by now my hand lacerated, bitten, the glove gone...Toy laughing his tush off, his head tilted, nodding lupine-like, one, then two pegs of our nylon tent shanty free ofthe ice, the tent caving in then wrapping to his back, the fish by now chopping and tearing at my boot, pulling me away, and with a merciless tug my boot is off...Toy grasping under my arms with a full nelson, both of us on the ice sliding away, down toward the fierce-eyed fish, the tail of the great fish thrashing-splintering the shallow ice, ice cracking, the coffee can candle turned over, rolling away, me and Dostoyevsky yelling in the pitch dark, our shelter collapsed and we're hollering with all our might, impossibly losing to the spiteful fish, Toy now clasps the remaining tent peg and holds on with all his strength to my blood soaked jacket, the teeth of the fish just above my knee, the tinned candle disappears behind the truck tire, its flames lick instantly higher KABLAM the truck ignites, the explosion echoing as high as stars---hot sooted blast scorches past---and I know him ...
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