Sunday, June 2, 2013

Doubting His Way To The Opium Den

Doubting his way to The Opium Den, there can be nothing for it, then, that Joke would be left stumbling bereft of all, before some dark door. Was there another choice, I asked, was there another choice? Here he was, sprawled out, and, as it were, all handed over like some parcel assigned there for delivery. All of this had transpired and yet nothing at all had come to light, nothing, not so much as a distant glimmer and all that was revealed was this vivid glimpse of mortality, nothing more, nothing less, and yet...yes, there was an and yet, and yet the upshot, so to speak, was quite simply to busy oneself with whatever fancy gave the looked for bestowal. Something like that, or not like that...Simple as that....
So it would seem that the very venture was at once the....
his voice trailed off, and...my voice..
trails off.....

Upshot: So Joke At Last Allowed Himself To Bolt Into A World

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