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By Edmundo Daudi Date: 2010 Oct 07 Comment on this Work [[2010.10.07.01.40.3503]] |
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So I managed to struggle through the swamp of the still, dead, and swollen and to swim across the mote of maladies and mad men I crept across the creek of the crocodile where swollen dead and mad men end then a silent jog through the jaundice jungle where even the most jocular retreat I took a rest, got on my feet and pounded on door of the conga kings' mountain keep I heard a slap, then a muffled sound, some marching and an open roar the gates open slightly and many eyes looked at me, and then someone said "fuck off go play in the peanut gallery", and slammed the door I knocked again, no answer, so I banged harder and more rapidly my hand began to blister and I grew cuts on my fingers. again, opened the door, eyes sized me up and someone said "go away you fucking suck" I said "but wait but wait", the door slammed closed, blustery dust into my nose I knocked again, this time seeming like forever my hands were bleeding, sweat was streaming finally the door opened again the silent eyes just stared for a while and then a voice said, "ok you can come in and have a tour of the foyer, and then leave." I'm in! I'm in! -edmundo daudi |