My mother and I just listened to The Gay Parade by of Montreal inside of a blue Mazda SUV. I felt a tide feeling homesick for space in me. Then I came back to now to find you here. We were driving over the U.S. of A. for almost one hour as the day grew away.
My name is Geoge Jones. I was born on the side of a mountain in Wales. Let me tell y'all a funny little tale:
Well, it begins as no tales do, as I grabbed up my special hat that I usually wear to go out and do somethings very important to a few people I know of....
I have a wet hat that I love to wear om my hair and my head. I love the wet coolness and the damp and the feelings of watery trickles and drips on me...
Because my Parent's created me, I want to create wet hats for every person to feel the wondrous beautiful feelings like I feel.
Some are red, some are beanies or bowlers, some are bluish or white or dark or visors.
So on December 5th, 2013, at 10:15, I arrived at the Train Station. I had also recently heard of the TV show Wakefield, which did exist.
I was to meet my friend Nome. -
------------------------------------------------------ 10 Days Earlier:
"Nome! Let's make Wet Hats for EVERYone!"
Nome: "Nah, I don't like that." Nome was often very transgressive and aloof, like a dead cat under an elevated train.
"But I see how cool the future could-- Oo, look at that hairy bird over there... No, up on the hill. What a weird..." I trailed off but I promise it could be good.
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------------------------------------------------------ 10 Days Later:
"My mother's name was Delia," said Geoge Jones, belonging himself to the middle distance, as if to no one.
"Yeah, I already knew," said Nome. They were each other's only friends they'd ever have, but they were pretty close, as people go, for men. They were still kinda young, too..
The third train departed, they had been waiting over 10 minutes. Neither could really remember why they'd come to this location at this time. It was very pretty, green and bright. People were dressed like players on a stage.
"Just over that mountain range, we will find our wet hat manufacturing partners.."
"I do not believe you."
They stared seriously interestedly at each other's faces for over 10 seconds.
"You silly little kremlin," said Nome.
-- "I saw her on the train!!" interrupted Payter, who was a grammar school chum of theirs, a dozen metres away at an open train car door. Most of the station goers peered in Payter's direction, wondering, Why the commotion?...
"I wonder if mosquito's like vanilla lattes...." asked Nome, so they set off..
P.S.
My mother and I saw Lamb, starring Noomi, today, at the Arbor, with one other person in the theater.
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