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Jersey Devil
I pushed some boxes up against the side of the shed and climbed over them, onto the roof. I crawled as far as I could over the side. I tried, but I couldn't crawl over the edge; my face sort of smooshed up against the air as if against Bifrost's sneeze guard. I sat back and looked out over the bay, the smudged, blurry purple cityscape lurching out of the grey fog. Some butterflies flew around my head for a few moments, then wandered off. I looked at the reflection of the cityscape in the bay. Couldn't you have left us with a better bitmap than this? I sighed, got off the roof and went to look for pumpkins. --- Where am I now? I appear to be walking along the top of a fence exactly one pixel thick; I'm amazed that I haven't been sliced in two. The pigeon sounds are coming from outside. The whispering of butterfly wings is coming from inside. Maybe I have been sliced in two. Woo woo. How pomo is that. --- I'm pushing a box around a corner, over to something else i can climb up on, when I stop and listen. I press my ear against the rough stone flags. I can hear the little buggers bouncing around in there. I scrape some moss off the wet stones and continue pushing the box. --- Woo! Nice view from up here. I seem to be, uh, sort of stuck at the top of this flagpole, here... if nothing else i have the world's best view of the town hall clock. |
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