Angel of Odd
Olympics blaring from yon TV, a meal of Chef boy'r'dee, alone for a bottle and a jug of beer.
I ponder, wikapedia, my gaze a blurred, ponder, ponder... click, click, click...
I wander, screen a flashing, blogs of stratofears, begining to end, timelines? What do I read?
Ponder, ponder, ponder.
Another sip, sip,sip. mmmm, elbows slip, ponder, ponder, ponder. click, click, click . Tick, tick, tick.
I hear my clock, a time a passing, a whisper in my right ear.
"Now! see hear! Can't you see that not my one RIGHT good ear. " "I hear a voice?"
An anient voice, one i've never heard of before.
"I'm ear," is what I hear and sir!" " See hear can't you see that i'm partially deaf?
"Hmmmff!" say he. " You drink the drink of moider! "Can't you see this drink you drink will most likely kill you."
A quick sip on my part, "pardon me kind sir!" "you've gone quite mad," "Mad kind Sir, Mad I say,"
"You me, you see, is best for all, you shall see." " Now See Here! " "KInd Sir!" say I.
"Listen!" say he. "For I am the Angel of the Odd" say he. **** of the ood. "Don't you bring that rubbish here kind sir,"
a sniffle as my nose begins to run, "please state your words for me this grandest of grands'" say I. Know this angels eyebrows rose.
Where upon a bottle of the finest wine, one of the most beautifull bottles I'd have ever seen, a colorless liquid seemed to stream, right through the air. As this spirit began to smile, this stream of wine, poured right from this man's hand.
"Here!" "Here!" I raise my glass, this angel so kind. "Now, see here kind sir, this drink is quite good and all, but as you see my glass is quite empty.
I would say hours gone, maybe, minutes no seconds, me and he a staring. " Again, Again! kind sir fill my glass again. " I wince at him that be me and I nod my head once again.
"Gofer it den," he say. a great smash, is what i hear my bottle and my glass an empty pitcher of good beer .
Thus, this and of odd.
His wish and care of me seems to be quite odd.
As I rose to clean this mess left behind by this night, this night. Was it all real or have I lost my mind? This night, have I met my angel of odd. Now I know this angel was trying to tell me something with his antics. Or have I lost my mind. I think I want to meet this angel once again. So yes, to the cupboard I soon went. aaaah! yes here it is. My! So alone you look. So, join me at my table, this bottle seemed to shine. Yes my angel of odd, we shall continue our conversation, once again.
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