Today’s temperature will be noisy. I took it up with the subcommittee. Oh, their tenderness. You don’t know me and I don’t know you, but I’m sure sex won’t cure it. Wait, I know the maracas are in here, somewhere. It’s a dangerous business. Science would have us believe the weather will take the world by storm, but I have no idea why Mt. Everest is getting taller. Thursday, I made a fleeting appearance at the Bureau of Missing Persons. They told me to come back on Saturday, when they’d be closed. I refused to leave my fingerprints as a down payment. Sure, I like to drink in the afternoon, especially somewhere dark and useless. It’s great for brain function, although there’s no work quite like clockwork. Say, what’s this? I don’t know for sure, but I’m told a cat has nine of them.
Appears in Cloudbank, July 2021.