MEAT ME

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MEAT ME

Tried to remember but my feelings get old for sure

Tried to recall but it’s gone

Lucky stars in your eyes

I’m walking the cow

 

I really don’t know how I came here

I really don’t know why I’m staying here

I’m walking the cow

 

Tried to point my finger but the wind keeps blowin’ me

around

In circles, in circles

Lucky stars in your eyes

I’m walking the cow

 

I really don’t know what I have to fear

I really don’t know why I have to care

I’m walking the cow

Lucky stars in your eyes…

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Walking The Cow – Daniel Johnston

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Chapter 1 – Hope Trail

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        Young Rebecca Wica spent this summer at her uncle and aunt’s ranch in Hope Trail, Massachusetts.  It was Rebecca’s first experience outside the cozy confines of her physician father and…

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MATOU, MINETTE, MINOU

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 MATOU, MINETTE, MINOU

        Morning twilight uncovers the hamlet of Selsbourg, France.  In an alleyway a white tomcat slinks up to a narrow window in a basement apartment.  A white dove alights beside him.  The tomcat and the dove both peer into the window.  There is light.  The faces of two elderly women appear from inside, animated with delight.  The narrow window is pushed open and the tomcat and the dove enter the basement apartment.

        Once inside the little apartment the tomcat stands on his hind legs and becomes six feet tall.  He now wears black satin pajama bottoms and a black satin pajama shirt that is unbuttoned rakishly.  The white dove perches on his shoulder.

        The two elderly women giggle like children.  They both wear fleece pajamas and sit down…

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GET LUCKY

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GET LUCKY

        The young black man strode up to a checkout counter in the local Target discount retailer.  There were twenty checkout counter aisles but only four were open and all the lines were long and progressing slowly.  He had arrived at the checkout line empty-handed but he quickly grabbed a soda and some chips from the impulse-item racks.  He stood behind the tall slender young Asian-American woman.

        The young man studied the woman’s shapely bare legs, her short cut-off stylishly-tattered jeans, her bare pale midriff, her clingy lace-trimmed tank-top, and her avant-garde bob hair style.

        He slowly shook his head and licked his lips.

        Then, the couple ahead of the woman excused themselves and backed their full cart out to move to another line.  The young man and the young woman stood side-by-side to let them pass.  The man stared at her face and smiled…

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THE SPIRIT OF AMOS GODFREY

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THE SPIRIT OF AMOS GODFREY

 

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

–          Excerpt from Strange Fruit by Abel Meeropol

 

  1. The Four Black Horsemen

 

        In my life I was called Amos Godfrey.  I have existed alone in this “ghost town” as you call it for 133 years; Wind River, Kansas.  I am the one who single-handedly made it a “ghost town”.  I was righteous but I took vengeance into my own hands and I knew it and this is my fate.

        I was the son of a freed slave.  My father had been educated by his guilty Master.  Me and my three sons, Yonah, Micha, and Zechariah, were working our way west from South Carolina.  I…

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CHAPEL OF THE SACRED MIRRORS

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CHAPEL OF THE SACRED MIRRORS

        You live because something else dies.

        I stood outside the Chapel Street Arco AM/PM Mini Market Gas Station funneling down my two-for-$1.69 hot dogs drenched in mustard and cloaked in green relish and capped with sliced jalapeño peppers.  A tear of relish fell upon my coat, “Dammit,” and I raised it up with my fingertip and I ate it.

        It would have gone good with sips of Napoleon Brandy on a cold night like that one.  I already felt like Napoleon marching back from Moscow in defeat.

        Hong “Buddy” Gildong was my companion that night.  Short, stout, Korean.  I called Buddy “Buddha” for a joke.  He was always smiling.  I think it was congenital.

        I asked Buddha, “Did you know that ‘brandy’ is from a Dutch name meaning ‘burnt wine’.”

        Buddha said, “That’s why I prefer burnt juniper berries.”

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LUCKY HAPPY ENDINGS

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LUCKY HAPPY ENDINGS

        I am Ken Wu.  You have read about me.  I am chief scientist at ImmunoGen.  We develop targeted anticancer therapeutics.  I helped to develop our proprietary Targeted Antibody Payload (TAB) technology.  We have several products awaiting approval.

        I have learned that I have an incurable brain tumor.  Should I laugh or should I cry?

        I am twenty-three years old.  I never stopped working hard.  I have no wife.  I have no girlfriend.  My mother frets.  But I have so many plans, so many plans.

        When men speak of the future, the gods laugh.

        I fainted in the laboratory this afternoon.  That is how I come to know that I have a brain tumor.  I am not allowed to work in my own laboratory until I am cured.

        It is incurable I am told.

        Shed no tears until seeing the…

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CHERRY BLAZE

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CHERRY BLAZE

        The end of the world?  Somewhere, always, there is a person whose world is ending.

        Grant Blume was only twelve years old.  The girl of his apocalypse was Cherry Blaise.  She was fourteen years old.  They were neighbors.

        Grant Blume was at that age where he had deduced that all adults were phonies and lied to each other and that he was never going to be like that.

        One Summer Monday Grant was working in Cherry’s backyard for her step-father, Mr. Geftakys, who Grant would continue to assume was Cherry’s father, until a few hours later.  Mr. Robert Geftakys was the Youth Pastor at the church which Grant’s family attended, The House of Praise.

        At Bible Study that Sunday, the day before, Mr. Geftakys had said to Grant, “Grant, God has moved me to ask you for your help.  And I’ll compensate you…

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