justfred
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Post by justfred on May 14, 2013 15:28:51 GMT
the dining room (come dance hall) is packed out tonight and chad (with good intentions) is blinding us all with disco lights (less bright than his acne) borrowed from the 70's the chairs are set (in an inward facing circle) and those who can stand dont and the 'captain' is placed (awkwardly) in the middle of the floor and a volunteer (community service) dj is playing songs none of us know and dear old ethel (whose birthday do it is) sits dribbling inanely no one quite knows (including ethel) just how old she really is but judging by her wrinkles (and edwardian dress) i think shes quite old a birthday cake (that none can chew) is waltzed into the room by little julie (the pretty one) whose face melts in the heat of all the candles (or the disco lights) that declare ethel 95 she asks ethel to make a wish (please let me die) and then blows the fire and ethel spits (more on julie than the cake) then promptly wets herself and mad frankie (with compassion) points a finger out and laughs declaring to all (who can hear him) that the birthday girl has pissed herself (again) and i thank god for small mercies that my bladder (and my mind) are mostly owned by me and i look forward (to our next do) with approaching halloween when we can come (dressed as we are) and look the part and pass convincingly (with scary style) as the living dead is it any wonder (with the frights we face) that this place stinks of stale excrement?
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Post by Daphne on May 17, 2013 14:19:25 GMT
This is one of the most touchingly tragic tales I have ever read. The finale is a total corker.
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justfred
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Post by justfred on Aug 13, 2013 14:44:46 GMT
Thank you Daphne, I am touched by your kindness. You know it brings me great comfort to be able to write things here, even though I find it difficult to remember my password.
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