Under the Diving Board

„hurry up! bring the holy water or I’ll scratch myself out of existence“ sincerely your gentle strangler... ...that’s the end of this ecstatic story about the seasick captain about the Laplace’s demon caught in a bigot whirlpool THE END in black capital letters a true descent into vanity but there are still bills to pay and pills to take while you still don’t want to get old vanishing with the rising vapors of dotted tea-pot each day mourning over the Laika’s last journey in a dampness of the cold bakery and the weakness is getting stronger by the creaky roadside hut where the fearful sand witch dwells cursing the dolphins and their mothers with her osseous lexicon and sapphire ravines in her eyes but hey, we’re still sinking still orbiting the godhead and that’s all