Scribbledehobbledehoyden: The Magpie's Eye: Page 119

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June 11, 2009


I watched two hours of television and then went outside.  The cat came and sat upon my legs, outstretched from a resin chair to a metal bayou chair.  His paws are warm as warm.
By contrast with the TV, the outside world is quiet and still.  A jet loudly passes overhead for far more time than seems necessary.  Trucks.  A honk so brief it must be robotic.  Another jet.  A defiant yakyakyak of maybe laughter.  Cars.  Jet.  Repeat is necessary for verisimilitude.

I can hear, I think, the surf of insect noises, though it has to compete with the ringing in my ears.

The sky is the dullest of oranges.

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