[lit-ideas] Non-discussion #23

  • From: "Mike Geary" <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • Date: Tue, 10 Oct 2006 16:27:57 -0500

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

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