the cozy dooryard

[clyde]

Do ya like parables?

Boy ah do.




Here's a stretched out one for you.Also is a test to determine whether you hear any music. It's so obvious you should literally see if not feel the blazing chiaroscuro.





I was standing in line at Marc's the other night...at the customer service counter.You come in through the front and go directly to this place,passing the line up of check out register robots with long queues populating them.Of course,the lines at the customer service desk are no bargain.I was last of about 6 people.A girl approached( nondescript to most, but very descript to me) and tapped me on the shoulder.She said Excuse me, but are you in line?

It's funny. They never ask the first or 4th person in line this question;it's always the last one.

Anyhooo...I told her Well,that's a provocative question as at first blush I am tempted to say...why,yes---I am.As I wash it through my noodle,though..I don't think so.I think I merely stopped here and planted my fine dupa in this spot so as to seek the vibration,the calling, the innate feeling that something here beckons.And it does. I'm going into the main body of this place and seek it right now.

At this point I took her hand and walked out to the main body of this commercial carnival.I did ask her if she would like to come with me, but it was out of courtesy.I didn't care what her answer was.She was coming with me. She did say Hey,I didn't give an answer.Maybe I don't want to go with you.To which I replied to the little brat It was out of courtesy.I don't care what your answer is.You are coming with me.Aren't you reading this? Pay attention.


I serpentined around the store and through the aisles until I found the exact spot of those haunting eminations striking my inner noodle.YES!I said.

HersheyBars? She said.

Of course! These delightful beauties are hidden in small,plebeian wrappers, but I know what they can do.I'm getting one for each of us.

I took her by the hand back to the customer service desk.She looked excited, although still somewhat in shock.I told her we must eat them now and that the package should not be ripped on the bar code end---the other end must be ripped or the clerks get really upset.I know this.

She did it and we munched together making swell yummy sounds and yummy faces at one another.It was going really,really well.

Then little horns began to appear ...growing out of her forehead, much like it happened to Sighty in another story.

But anyways, I knew what she was thinking.I asked her Please...let me do it, OK?

OK...she replied.


So I gained the attention of the person in front of me in this queue and said Excuse me, but are you in line?