As a Medicinal Starter the Additional Metal
No traditional globe can accurately display Kigathega without distorting all of
the other land masses of the earth into horrible shapes like 1970’s Rock’n’Roll
revivalists packed into European mini-cars.
As a side note, I apologize to my wife for acting so rudely the day she
took me to the mini-car museum.
…
The waffle
talks to me. As a subset of the basement
breakfast batter, it and its pancake brethren are capable of interbreeding, yet
precluded from doing so by taboos of mutual apprehensions of the other’s
primitive nature.
“Both the
word taboo and word tattoo come from the Polynesian language group,” the waffle
tells me.
“If I could
afford a tattoo I’d get one,” I reply.
“But I’d have to come up with an image that I could live with the rest
of my life, something I could identify with without ambiguity or shame.
“Have you
thought about a pretzel?” the waffle suggested.
“One with human facial features?
I’ve always admired pretzels,” he added with a wistful tone, much as I
might sound if I was overheard talking about coyotes or something.
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