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nothing is any good you know unless you share it so Tom has brought back the bar: the Elvis impersonator who almost played las vegas, the hair dresser come future race car driver, a sufi and a seer. the seer tells me she hit a cat the cat was still alive so she ran it over again and again, "and that's when god talked to me." "was that before or after you ran over the cat the second time?" i asked. "She talks to me every day," the angry divorced seer tells me. is god talking, now? now, elvis joins in, "what if camus and nietche met. what would they think about the cat?" "nah, who cares," the race car driver- hair dresser, says, snorts another line, "what if they started a rock and roll band." the Sufi wonders, "who would play what?" "nietche on drums!" tom interjects with a smile. "yes, and camus, a gibson semi hollow." "vocals???" "god!" exclaims the seer. "right on," i say, everyone smiles and the seer is looking better and better after every beer. sometimes the dead travel the road to nowhere with a smile and i've got to get up at 7a.m. i'm a college educated toy store clerk it's closing time at the circus
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Apr 17, 2023
Apr 17, 2023 at 3:56 PM UTC
closing time at the circus
nothing is any good you know unless you share it so Tom has brought back the bar: the Elvis impersonator who almost played las vegas, the hair dresser come future race car driver, a sufi and a seer. the seer tells me she hit a cat the cat was still alive so she ran it over again and again, "and that's when god talked to me." "was that before or after you ran over the cat the second time?" i asked. "She talks to me every day," the angry divorced seer tells me. is god talking, now? now, elvis joins in, "what if camus and nietche met. what would they think about the cat?" "nah, who cares," the race car driver- hair dresser, says, snorts another line, "what if they started a rock and roll band." the Sufi wonders, "who would play what?" "nietche on drums!" tom interjects with a smile. "yes, and camus, a gibson semi hollow." "vocals???" "god!" exclaims the seer. "right on," i say, everyone smiles and the seer is looking better and better after every beer. sometimes the dead travel the road to nowhere with a smile and i've got to get up at 7a.m. i'm a college educated toy store clerk it's closing time at the circus
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Apr 17, 2023
Apr 17, 2023 at 3:56 PM UTC
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