who had more fun
he untethered his sense of reality thought impossible : Im possible
an if possible anything was possible
he
loved to animate the inanimate
it
was huge fun
walking down the streetbook in hand he looked up out of its pages after the weekly pickup trash receptacles were
scattered at the sides of the road
the street didnt have curbs he lived in the colony district onehundred year old hellstrips werent wise to incorporate on rolling
treed hills
the receptacles were on wheels green organic recycle blue plastic and paper recycle gray-like-death trash and as he
walked up on them one or several at a time they shook quietly subtly quaked softly like dogs who anticipate being stroked
or having their heads patted
he smiled widely at their greetings
he acknowledged them Hey boys! and encouraged by his invocationhis attention they
vocalised the best they could greeted him with hollow THUMPs staccatoed then languishing perhapshe thought I better bone up on Morse code
they made their sounds by banging
their backs with their hingedhanging lids otherwise hanging from them like useless dicks at hollow thighs
HEY BOYS! he cried again elated by their greeting he adored conversing with the
inanimate they were exceptional listeners Now please tell me your spent rather than emptied THUMP
THUMPTHUMP THUMP THUMPS followed choruses Good very good Then listen up gang a challenge Ill pay good money to any of you if next time
youre stuffed to the gills and rolled down to the street that you regurgitatehurl your contents onto it
shower it asif a violent orgasm an ejaculation
the CLATTER
was music to his ears
he
could scarcely wait until next week
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