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Where are you?
Where are you?
By jfarrell
Jim….. Jim….. JIM!!!!
Where are you?
“sorry, was racing my dinosaur through the Martian forest;
Trying to evade the two assassins, after my bounty…..)
Oops! Sorry, was polishing spoons….
Bing! (eyes widen and sparkle)
Big shiny SHINY smile…
With all the noises of a grand-grand-grandfather clock going off…
I raise my head….
SNAP….
And it drops to my chest..
My fontanel slides open,
A million ants emerge and erect a scaffold around my shoulders
And a giant, bright pink crane
Raises my head fully
“yes, sir. What were you saying?”
I mumble, as I stupidly hand you some spoons to polish.
Jim, where are you?
“I’m at work, handing you spoons, aren’t I?”
No! You’re in the laundrette, in your underwear again…. dancing…
I really gotta get more sleep… don’t know what day it is…
Nevermind where I am.
