Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.

He wakes up. He chews on his soul. He spits it out into the bowl. His lip swells. It is bleeding. Blisters swelling on his lips. His beard down to his knees. He sits on a mountain. Then he plugs in his ipod. He listens to Shel Silverstein reading poetry to the Dalai Lama. Johnny Cash comes round for tea. A slide is set up from the top of the mountain down all the way down to a tiny little lake at the base. It is cool and fresh and is for drinking only so when they all slide in the water is dirtied and rendered spiritually and medically unuseable. Everyone gets sick but they do not die. Then they are healed. Then the cat litter is taken out and is spread across the mountain and all of the ice and the snow melts and poisoned with cat litter renders the area unliveable but he goes back to the city because his holiday is over and he can get back to the regular monotony of his life. He forgets about the damage he has caused because he will go somewhere else for his next holiday. He goes to sleep.

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The Sleepcoat League

Armchair anthropologist, sometime scribe, freelance philosopher, amateur artist, part-time poet, musical maven, alliteration aficionado.

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