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This Is Not At All How I Feel About It

Many apologies. In all the years of our correspondence, I
do not recall broaching this subject, which has been many.
And this particular topic is uncannily important, especially
with regard to our ‘relationship.’ So it is with all due respect
that I respond in this way. Because this is what we do. The
answer is not when will I become my old self; that’ll never
happen. But sometimes never is a blesséd thing. When I took
the Hippo Oath, I never thought was a hypocrite. Maybe the
Greeks were all Geminis, I dunno (I certainly don’t remember
any screwing that occurred Halloween). “I wasn’t on hand for 

that particular heartbreak,” he says nostalgically, without even
utilizing his pretty hands to make the point. Amused by this, 

Art begins to sing La Isla Bonita while the rest of the knights
are brashly serving all of their grunts dinner (shining armor,
indeed!). Then the henchmen agree upon specifically
what to do about history. The agreement, stacked as it
were, rock upon rock (as I recall, it was mostly slate,
done in the classic style so predominant in those less
volatile but much more tawdry times), was thread
throughout about seven triptychs. “What do you mean, 

what is there to do about all of this history?” Jenna asked 

the by then vanished (vanishéd) capitan while astral

projecting herself into a different parlor, one which housed
all the same strange people that were milling about the pre
vious parlor, except this newer group looked a lot more
exhausted. I agreed as I twitched back and forth amongst
extreme clarity, warped juxtaposition (again, in the nature 

of that particular era), a perverted cynicism pulsing through

this  very oddly-whetted comedy which, while watching, I 

could but squeeze out a rare and very dry chuckle.