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They Don't Have Bathrooms On The Beach
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They Don't Have Bathrooms On The Beach |
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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
They Don't Have Bathrooms On The Beach I am in church listening to some mindless prattle from the pulpit. I am wearing a heavy, rather cumbersome power mask. When it is time I sing into the mask and instead of my teeny, croaky voice, out comes a great, majestic boom. My voice,, through the special mask, resounds and reverberates as if in a vast cathedral, The music is unearthly, shatteringly beautiful, as I once could hear it back in high school. And as I sing, I also THINK the music, producing, only from my voice and projected thoughts, all appropriate harmonies and chords. I am startled, almost frightened by the vividness and noise---- the way it is in dreams. I step outside and decide to have some fun making sounds for broadcast through the mask. I do a number or two, but instead of making music the mask makes a hideous cacophony and roar. I try singing: This Is My Country, but the sound coming from the mask sounds rather like all the dragons of hell. Someone tells me would I stop playing with that thing? Because I'm causing a nuisance or a scene. I climb into a car with someone who will take me home. But after he drives off, I realize I don't know where I am ... the vast expanse of sand, the strong and steady breeze, the tangy, pungent scent of the sea. I must be at a seashore ... but there no ocean beaches in Colorado anymore---- well, not since the Permian, anyway. I come upon a cookout. A man says am I lost and can he help me. I ask him were I am. He says it is Corpus, South Padre Island. He says where am I going and he'll take me. I decide not to tell him I'm trying to get back to Colorado, thinking he would just laugh at me. So I just tell him Houston. He walks away with me south along the beach. Then it dawns on me it is the wrong direction, remembering Houston would b north from here, not south. But he says it doesn't matter: Just walk down toe the South Pole, then round the Earth, keep going, walk north to the North Pole, keep going, then walk south and hit Houston. So if you want to go somewhere, even if you walk the opposite direction, you eventually get there. I tell him I have to go ... go to ... to the ... He says they don't have bathrooms on the beach. It must be so ... since people probably don't go to the beach in the bathroom. after he leaves I decide it wouldn't hurt to just do it in the water. Why not just let nature take care of it. And I think of cristofo Colombo, who knew he could reach the east by sailing west, although he misjudged the girth of the planet, and how much farther he would have to go, even though he thought he was in China when he got here, still ... he had the right idea. My, what a ponderous preponderance you have! |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Jaime, Haven't had that dream. But many like it. An intrigueing read indeed. Thanks for the fun.  If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
quote: Truthfully? That's a good place, Houston! |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
You really gave me a big smile with this one, Jaime. I was just thinking about how I can seemingly go in the wrong direction yet end up exactly where I need to be. Once again, I'm laughing at my directionally distressed/challenged mind, though I managed to end up where I needed to be this afternoon...right here....reading you. THANKS, amigo, for getting me out of the hazy maze I've been trapped in all day! MUAH! |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
had to come back to this one and grin again |
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