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today... it is the day.... of the offering... from the sea arises a beast of unknowable anatomy whose presence in this world reminds us mortals that nature cares not for our little lives it cares not for our dramas, our stories, the meaning with which we infuse and enrich the day nature hungers the beast, ever truthful, stands astride the city as a man stands astride a chicken coop, and looks for a choice human pullet, rich in thigh meat his gaze scans the fearful crowd, the 'offered', myself among them in a fearful moment, the godlike creature locks his gaze to mine:  an eternity hangs in the air as it makes a choice... it rumbles closer... my breath catches in my throat, viscous like honey.... then it sees......... the hat frowning, it bellows in a tone more felt than heard: 'MY ANACONDA DONT WANT NONE' - and with a swift action, a nearby callipygian stockbroker is swept up and swallowed, barely a scream escaping the cavernous mix-a-maw the beast nods slowly, chewing, then turns, leaves, grants us another week of respite grisly fortune upon me, I doff my cap and look at the embroidery upon it 'there has been blood spilled today', I say solemnly, 'but not mine.' I remove the hasty plaster of black electric tape spatched onto the letter 'D' 'thank you, hat' - back upon my head it goes - 'thank you' |
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