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Jaime Fradera
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since 2000-11-25

Posts 843
Where no tyranny is tolerable

0 posted 2008-03-02 03:05 PM

Midnitesun is here to visit me.
I tell her has she heard the joke
about politicians and the flu vaccine,
that they (the politicians) have priority to get it,
because of all the handshaking they have to do,
and all the slapping backs and kissing babies.
(even if that means
infecting healthy babies with the flu)
Maybe we should protect
the politicians from the babies?
My kitchen is so dirty, so filthy,
that a spontaneous chemical reaction starts.
A fine, white powder
is falling from the ceiling.
Midnitesun tells me:
Go to the hospital at once.
because It might be chemical poisoning.
They might have to decontaminate me.
She doesn't want me to die
from chemical poisoning off my kitchen ceiling.
so go to the hospital just in case.
I go to the hospital,
but instead of washing off the toxic substance,
they just scrape a little for analysis.
It consists of nasty little organisms,
living in what might be sand or dust.

Midnitesun morphs into a scientist who makes strange chemicals.
She comes to me and says something like:
Eg est der Midnitesun.
But now she has to leave.
I ask her if she is flying home.
She says no,
because that would attract too much attention.
She will have to go to the airport like everybody else
She says that she has forty dollars.
I tell her that won't be enough,
that she will need at least sixty now
for the taxi fare to the new airport.
So she changes her mind and flies away.

What's that? ...
It's a bird! ...
It's a plane! ...
It's ... It's ... ... ... ..

Alison