III. The Party
Trixie says we're having a party. I'm like just for me? No she says you polymorph a party not a bad dream. Although a wake would be a dream she could enjoy but I don't want to be. Deader than my Great X3 grandfather leader of the tree. She wants to have a party invite people Slingshot knows. Especially Handsome Blonde Philosopher. The one he wrote about. I don't think she understands. That was 1970. He's got to be one hundred three or more likely history. She says Okay it's not a problem and wants to invite the ghost just wandered in while Sling was "sleeping" put the smile on him. They can talk Blonde and Ghost say something for awhile. Sling someday gets over it. But, Oh no, she wants Ms. Sexton too. Who has been away a long, long time I wonder. No! Not true. She couldn't be Ms Ghost as well. Or we might have a dime. Two nickels rubbbed together making heaven. A small dime. Alright I'll ask him but not say Ms. Sexton will be there. He's still kicking himself he didn't track her down. Get her in her office. Make her beg to have him in her seminar. Come on witch! Do me! Oh! Anne Sexton rejected me in person. Called security. I think I'm in the afterlife with angels. I know his little game. But I can't say because he'll go away. And miss seeing Blonde. My poster child for stubborn love. He still believes in hetero despite past wives. That's dumb or gay, whatever. He so slow a sloth could beat him in a race. We should have one at the party name him on his cage. David Slingshot six toed cat. He's overweight as well. Oh she's getting up now. The sun is coming out again. I must prepare her something. Scrape a couple pancakes off the hot and mate her. Check dear body. Game over. She doesn't care for you until it's after Friday. Sunday's coming soon.
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