[lit-ideas] Re: Non-discussion #23
- From: JimKandJulieB@xxxxxxx
- To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Tue, 10 Oct 2006 17:49:00 EDT
My HVAC man is much nicer than that. He calls me Ma'am. Which makes me
feel old and him feel courtious.
Julie Krueger
========Original Message======== Subj: [lit-ideas] Non-discussion #23
Date: 10/10/2006 4:28:11 P.M. Central Standard Time From:
_atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx (mailto:atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx) To:
_lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
(mailto:lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx) Sent on:
I've dreamed some more dreams lately, but alas, I can't recall even the
first detail of any one of them. I know though that I've dreamed. Trying to
remember a dream is like trying to remember a forgotten name, it recedes
faster
with every increase in concentration -- perhaps that's the force behind the
universe expanding. Maybe it's God trying to remember where He put things.
Could I remember one, I promise you I would recount it here in all it's
incoherence for your wonder and edification. But as per usual, of late life's
been throwing me only the dregs, nothing but dull, stale, flat and dourly
uninteresting reality. My life consists of leaking joints, sticking valves,
worn
out diaphragms and shorted motor windings. Customers bitch at me. "Hey,
don't blame me," I snap back at them, "I didn't buy this piece of shit, you
did.
Now you'll just have to suck up my repair bills." Yes, Virginia, there is
poetic justice in the world. Sometimes the poor do get to stick it to the
rich. But precious seldom. Precious seldom.
Mike Geary
Memphis
Other related posts:
