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Bullet With Butterfly Wings
inspired by-Robert Walker "find coffee House" 1971
George always did lean a bit to the chronically insane side of the street, so when he went insane no one thought that much of it. but what was strange was the way he went insane, George was known to get up in the morning and wander over to the pond where he would talk to the ducks and molest the local children, this morning was no different, it just happened that george seemed to believe that when he went to the park he was actually at the local coffee shop, (hence the way he told the children off for there being there) so george went to his little coffee shop (or park) and discovered something very wrong, there was no waiters, there wasnt even any coffee, all there was was ducks and children feeding the ducks, predictably this realisation in george that for many years he was actually going to a duck pond and not the local coffee house was not taken lightly, fist he went into denial, believing he had made a wrong turn at the road, but soon the truth hit him, and he was devastated, he stumbled around grabbing little children by the shoulders and incoherently stumbling out "find coffee house" he was even willing to pay the children for their services in helping him to ‘find coffee house’ but to no avail, he could not find the coffee house and his friends that he had talked to there for the last stack of years were all gone, poor old George broke down into a cliched shivering mass at the edge of the pond and began to weep. now old george never weeps, he doesnt even cry, let alone weep, so the fact that this was now occuring was a large thing indeed, but not quite as large as what was to occur next, all the ducks, whom George had talked to over the years suddenly begun transforming into the people George had thought they were. this was, obviously, a rather large shock to good ol’ george, as ducks begun to turn into his friends and started to talk to him in a completely coherent and intelligent manner. George didnt know what to do so he jumped up out of himself and begun to run, he ran and ran and ran, without the restrictions of his physical form he found it very easy to run very long distances very quickly, and soon discovered his new found ability to fly. and he began to do just that, fly, flying away from the falsehoods he left behind on the ground, from the ducks, from the coffee house and from the pile of money, now swarming with ravenous children, flying away from everything new and old alike, he could finally become himself, do what he wanted, and so he sat himself in mid air and conjured up some old friends and some furniture and they all begun having tea and coffee high above the town, this was the happiest George had ever been, far above the world, as the paramedics gathered up his quivering heap, the happiest he had been talking to his best friends and admiring the worlds beauty, as they raised him onto the stretcher and then lowered him into the ambulance, the happiest he had ever been floating about in absolute freedom, as they revived him then put him into a straight jacket "for his own protection", the happiest he had ever been, as they locked him up in a padded cell due to his incessant gibbering, and there he died,
the happiest he had ever been.
inspired by-Robert Walker "find coffee House" 1971
George always did lean a bit to the chronically insane side of the street, so when he went insane no one thought that much of it. but what was strange was the way he went insane, George was known to get up in the morning and wander over to the pond where he would talk to the ducks and molest the local children, this morning was no different, it just happened that george seemed to believe that when he went to the park he was actually at the local coffee shop, (hence the way he told the children off for there being there) so george went to his little coffee shop (or park) and discovered something very wrong, there was no waiters, there wasnt even any coffee, all there was was ducks and children feeding the ducks, predictably this realisation in george that for many years he was actually going to a duck pond and not the local coffee house was not taken lightly, fist he went into denial, believing he had made a wrong turn at the road, but soon the truth hit him, and he was devastated, he stumbled around grabbing little children by the shoulders and incoherently stumbling out "find coffee house" he was even willing to pay the children for their services in helping him to ‘find coffee house’ but to no avail, he could not find the coffee house and his friends that he had talked to there for the last stack of years were all gone, poor old George broke down into a cliched shivering mass at the edge of the pond and began to weep. now old george never weeps, he doesnt even cry, let alone weep, so the fact that this was now occuring was a large thing indeed, but not quite as large as what was to occur next, all the ducks, whom George had talked to over the years suddenly begun transforming into the people George had thought they were. this was, obviously, a rather large shock to good ol’ george, as ducks begun to turn into his friends and started to talk to him in a completely coherent and intelligent manner. George didnt know what to do so he jumped up out of himself and begun to run, he ran and ran and ran, without the restrictions of his physical form he found it very easy to run very long distances very quickly, and soon discovered his new found ability to fly. and he began to do just that, fly, flying away from the falsehoods he left behind on the ground, from the ducks, from the coffee house and from the pile of money, now swarming with ravenous children, flying away from everything new and old alike, he could finally become himself, do what he wanted, and so he sat himself in mid air and conjured up some old friends and some furniture and they all begun having tea and coffee high above the town, this was the happiest George had ever been, far above the world, as the paramedics gathered up his quivering heap, the happiest he had been talking to his best friends and admiring the worlds beauty, as they raised him onto the stretcher and then lowered him into the ambulance, the happiest he had ever been floating about in absolute freedom, as they revived him then put him into a straight jacket "for his own protection", the happiest he had ever been, as they locked him up in a padded cell due to his incessant gibbering, and there he died,
the happiest he had ever been.