A New Normal
For One and For All
Right.
Right.
Just make sure the jar’s not labeled “Abby.”
Normal seems good.
Yes, there is. There’s a town named Normal. Their baseball team, the Corn Belters, a mascot named Corny have they. I’ll spit out that piece for sure and we can start over again from there using that.
Remind me you do of the Yoda-named character. Character named Yoda. Is there anything, anyone, anywhere you’d like to forgive, reprieve, leave alone, let start over?
Heretics them call not would I. Lunatics.
I never thought this place would be done in by heretics.
Sadly, I never believed we’d have any such luck.
I always thought the place, the ruling inhabitants, the top of the ‘developed-brains’ pyramid, would one day self destruct.
Characters don’t exist to delineate that, my son.
How long ago was it when we created this one?
It will be a shame to say good-bye to the innocent creatures.
Of them all, which is the most disconcerting feature?
No, I’m not. It tastes far too much like dust.
Aren’t you going to eat the crust?
No, if I’m being honest, I think it tastes like ass.
Aren’t you going to eat the grass?
I really enjoy the middle molten lava…
Which part would you most likely eat with a cup of java?
I do, and it breaks my heart what has happened to this place.
Do you remember this spot when it was just empty space?
I wouldn’t use the word regret just yet.
Do you have—or do you think we should have—any regrets?
Read up on this. Then you will understand.
About the Creator
Canute Limarider
I’m a cyclist, bassist, writer, poet, songwriter and retired USAF pilot. My logbook's permanently closed, but day by day I’m still working on the rest.
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