traveler - alone in the nighttime of a sunny-day fairy tale finds himself (suddenly) in the middle of the queens dark dream and no way out. the scones look good but the black raspberries carry death and intrigue. (why is the cow in the middle of the road?) eating one he finds himself to be a scone and suddenly the queen cow is presented with him for afternoon tea. . . (since when do cows enjoy tea with scones - most certainly i thought them to be salad eating types.)
there is nothing to do in this situation other than to decide if he is happy being a scone - eaten at tea by an unnaturally bovine lady queen or if it is a situation to flee and seek his fortune in other lands among the corsairs and brunching munching sharks of the high seas. . . .
a mix of fact, complete fiction, poetry, hearsay, things that are yet to be said, truth destined for lonely myth and the subjective observations of a lover of all things absurd.
what is going on here?
life is crazy. so am i. this is my version of things as I see them. it is not a 'true' account - you will find no objective presentation of actual events. it is a little bit of true life and a little bit of imagined and some 'wish i would have' tossed in and all mixed up together.
who is this?
- sarabelum
- Bloomington, IN, United States
- A stranger told me the other night "You are really special, seriously, come on, you really are. . ." Am I?