The train was trundling down the track at a high rate of speed... towards (the mistaken switching) it was not meant to switch tracks.. but it did....... holy shit...... what a billowing plume of cloud composed of dirt and dust... why it penetrated into the passenger cabin even...
By some chance, the train did not derail just a tremendous jarring...... it was a small miracle maybe a big one even.
'Grand Productions' it seems.......
He looked over at the clock why it was exactly 7:32........ according to Mankind.
and it was time for complimentary Cancer brought to you by a Waring Nation.........
He grabbed his notebook before he woke up from his dream......
'Privacy of the WORD' he scrawled....
He read........... further
'Why! be fruitful and multiply' it said.........
He thought to himself yes.... but 'Man does nothing more than sleep'
other than that .. seeing his own photograph in the new papers obituary column... he thought
'Sarcasm and Cynism only in his waking hours' Why perhaps a fitting Epitaph even!
Then he thought of 'MasterPieces'
and recognizing we are all sick ... just to varying degrees.... of lesser or greater and according to whom.. of course.......
and the pages were stuck together and he could not get them apart... he spit on his fingers and finally did get them separated only to find they were blank.
but one last thing he remembers well was peering down into the toilet bowl ...
and remarking........ Now there is a Masterpiece.
Pieces of the whole pie.......
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