And everyone would be more comfortable.
Which means that the apartment mate cannot use public transit. Her thighs aren't fatty enough. There would be nothing for the turkey vultures on the bus to do.
A waste of public time. Quod erat demonstrandum.
Me neither. Both of us need to fatten up.
He's hungry.
SAN FRANCISCO BAY FERRY
I may have incautiously mentioned the woman with the cane, shopping cart, and voluminous robes, who had a hard time squeezing past me, despite there being plenty of clearance for other people. A white Karen, obviously artistic, who would not shut up about how small the public buses were.
The turkey vulture has a neat solution for that.
And there would be distinct benefits.
Artistic Karen would fit in.
Anywhere.
The more I think about it, the more a flock of cheerful carrion eaters feasting on the body parts of certain fellow passengers appeals to me. And there is an elegance to that.
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1 comment:
You should write short stories. Plenty of independent publishers out there now. Your devoted dedication to the macabre, perverse, and sensitive makes for a fine foundation for an anthology down the road. Fer shure.
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