Watermelons at Thanksgiving

noma_cancrum_oris_case_plosI’m swinging through the trees in my snakeskin cowboy boots. My loin cloth falls away onto the bass player’s head. He continues to harmonize. The traffic gets so heavy, people leave their cars and walk in a trance melting into the pavement. It can’t be helped. It happens all over. Soon all people melt into the pavement and the earth is saved from destruction. But nobody knows about it.

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