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Flight Pattern
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Flight Pattern Across the street, rope hangs from an excited cherry tree, a chair knocked over beneath. You can tell what a good neighborhood this is by how quickly they cut down the suicides (see fig. 1). Dissecting children to ascertain concentrations of heavy metals in the liver also provides helpful information (see fig. 2) but one must work through complex tunnels to initiate such a study and I don’t know about you, but that sort of hooey makes me blue. I’d just as soon search people’s trash under the cover of darkness which is not to be confused with the cover of brightness oft employed by the gods as they’d ogle us bathing and milking our goats oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh (please tear along perforations) then try to turn us into parakeets. But as far as those gods go, they turned out to be quite easy to dispose of although you can still find a few in pawn shops trying to grope the Breasts of the Infinite, chipped and worse for wear amongst the forlorn Stratocasters and pitching wedges. Forlorn! The very word is like a bell to call me back to myself but let’s check with Dean at the Storm Desk. Dean? Well, Dean, as you can see from the radar, 48 there’s a hairy super cell fronting a real dick of low pressure, repressing the unstable air mass which is life and as these isobars make clear, now is no time to be setting out onion starts let alone assuming a landing pattern over Detroit, the Motor City. Thanks, Dean, but don’t bother trying to help these people, they are a becalmed and callous lot, full of toxic moxy, fattened on the comprehensible. What do they know of our suffering? What do they know of holding a blossom in your palm and whispering it your weakest secrets and all the petals falling off? 49 ...