double your trouble - toil to a stubble


in the beginning we ate collateral damage, pretended to be slugs. it was an easy life, barbecues, cathode-ray tubes, KY for those secret rendezvous. not room for much else, tried to avoid the sun as much as possible, mostly due to a DNA debacle with those insipid bipeds. it was awful, helicopters full of garbage, heaps of singing corpses a la king. what a scene, disco being reinvented for the 10th time. I kept saying something about the wheel, the wheel, but the word was not around long before the ideal became an appendage extension; call it a cigar, but never a nobody being a nobodys fool on a hill. lessons were given on makeshift and wearable shoes. good-n-plenty was a personal deity, -unless one has too much cheap- beer, wine, whiskey, food, liquor, lavish costumes, chocolate, coffee, or the rest and becomes christian in feelings, jewish in food, buddhist in shoes, moslem for a good time, and hindu for many lifetimes. that is about when everyone joined the wright brothers sisters daughters fathers tom, dick and mary's entertainment board of wicked dock workers, or was it the oxford dictionary of nursery rhythms, inc.? everyone wanted a new place, and at times pined for mete-or-ological faith healers and or renumerative suggestions. bigger, cleaner, wetter, faster, broader, more often, longer, harder, much harder, richer, prettier, louder, sooner or later all came after the invention of the hyphen-dot-happiness-dot-com; someone had the bright idea of toothpicks and pyramids, and for a while they were head-to-head, toe-to-toe, while the rest waited in place with plastic teeth in hand . . .