Mock Turtle

July 6, 2007:
The pigs have got me. I feel them closing the walls like some crude form of medieval torture. The escape was narrow, but I have my life, my typewriter and a few odd books. Also two pints of brandy that I have no idea what to do with. I don’t drink brandy, but I certainly won’t let them have it. Well, so long to the old trash bin, it wasn’t much of anything anyway. The volcano has expelled me from its hot fires and now I rest with little thought in my skull as to where my adventures will guide me next. No problems and no worries, I have hit the bottom but thanks to my incredibly springy hind quarters, have bounced back and now sit on a cliff somewhere in limbo. For now things are continuing, but in a strange turn of events it is almost freeing. The roof has lifted and above me there are only blue skies. To Hell and back, I feel amongst a rare breed including Dante and Jesus, to make the return from the inferno and live to speak of it. In the words of an old friend I tell you one final epithet: Goodbye, Blue Monday

~ by unhealthymusings on November 1, 2007.