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March 9, 2010 at 12:10 AM
To dream or not to dream, perchance to sleep?
Was this death? Terrified but energized he flew
through the vortex at speed that exceeded velocity
itself until everything went so fast that he seemed
to fly past the galaxies in slow motion. Thinking that he would awaken from a dream or worse not wake, he blinked his eyes and tried to slap himself to make certain this was real, that he still lived.
Then pure darkness and utter silence, “Now I know I am dead.” He thought before the stage lights came up revealing “The Last Supper Times 4″ and it seemed to confirm his fears. He was now seated at a long table laden with steaming delicasies and pitchers of beer and wine surrounded by all of his long gone friends, carousing,making merry and
happy to share the most succulent, pretty, charming, delightful young ladies to share our affection and sport. “Now I know I am dead, and have gone to heaven.” He thought.
His body shook, it was his wife shaking him awake! He was alive!
If he didn’t hurry he would miss the bus that took him to the Tax Dept. to sort out the files and work from 9 to 5.
But when he gets home she makes it all worthwhile,
she makes him laugh and she makes him smile,
and after a hard day of sorting out the files,
she makes it all worthwhile.
Dream, love is only a dream, remember
Life is never as it seems remember, turn around.
March 9, 2010 at 1:05 AM
0.618
March 9, 2010 at 1:25 AM
Is that my score? I was hoping for at least a 0.841.
March 9, 2010 at 2:26 AM
Beware the Ides of March.
Born at midnight Friday March thirteen
ugliest little baby that was even seen
my nose was hooked, my skin was blotched and hairy
the doctors slapped me upside down, I was kind of scary.
They handed me to Momma in a little sack
she gave one look with tears she cried, “I’m giving this one back!”
“Is this some cruel joke? There must be some mistake!”
“If this thing came out of he and me my heart is gonna break!”
With pity for the little wretch she finally said, “Oh, maybe”
I soon became as plump and fair as the Gerber baby.
March 9, 2010 at 6:09 PM
By the way, Roto, I’d rate your story at at least a 1.618. That was some good copy (imagine Andy Griffith saying “That’s a gooood cracker”)
March 9, 2010 at 10:14 PM
Thanks Roto – After a long day of sorting out the files, a story like that makes it all seem worthwhile.