This is the 999 post that I've done on steemit...
THE DIFFERENCE IS ZERO
The difference is zero until you fall out of the sky; and then you’ll break your leg or something and call home to say you’re delayed.
No I won’t; I’ll talk about the eagles that ride up so high. I’ll talk about the dawn of creation until my throat breaks. I’ll even talk until there’s nothing left to talk about.
Then all I have left to say to you is that, we will not be getting married next Saturday.
Your conclusion doesn’t make me relax that much where our love is all around us and we’ve found us at last where we belong.
My heart goes out to you both said the typist at her job listening in.
A crackle on the radio began to announce where we were all heading and waltzed into another tune as some tried to understand it; but no understanding of it came beyond the hunger where the difference was zero as we were all croaking into our tea.
This was so unusual to me that I dived in deeper to see if there was anymore, but came up potatoes later in the stew.
Oh.
Just lately I don’t understand you in any way, and I’m beginning to think things.
What kind of things?
I’m thinking crazy things.
It is time to see a doctor then.
No it is not.
Yes it is.
I’m leaving.
There’s the door.
Are you throwing me out?
That was never on my mind.
Then what was on your mind?
Maybe I need a change of perspective.
Yeah, maybe you do.
Is this where we kiss now?
Oh, sorry, I’m going to have to ask you to give me a moment, will you?
Of course; I’ll go make a sandwich.
Make me one with mustard and pickles and onion, and all the extras, will you?
I have to ask you, what is the difference of zero?
The difference is zero.
Thank you for clearing that up for me.
You’re welcome.
KICKING OUT TIME
The very next day, down in the dark gloom and over at the other end of town, where the devil was heaping coal onto his cart, an electric drill could be heard drilling to freedom that sounded exactly like a 4 hundred pound tarantula with the body of a professor in front of the microphone and chanting: we will find you wherever you hide.
I was singing in the choir at the time and had a toothache that reminded me of the dentist so that I just had to fade right out of there and teach myself whatever I would realise as I disappeared.
But I wasn’t sure if I really cared to be so disappeared, so as a back-up I convinced myself that I really was in love and had a dream like the old east coast bullfrogs had before they all croaked; and sang it to myself all night long to make myself feel better.
Later, when the movie was over I thought: oh boy, it’s a mustard dream I’m having; so I hurriedly began turning it all off and making my way to my bed.
Climbing up the stairs I found myself growing older by the moment, and so I breathed a little faster to help me make it.
And then, in my bed, laughing myself to sleep I found the end
I can say nothing more than this, ladies and gentlemen, about this reality where we’re nothing more than this and dreaming no more than our eyes can see of our soul roots.
And so I must say: adios for now; and who knows, but there may be another book coming out soon, so never despair.
Amen.
Who said that?
I said that.
Have a nice day.
Image from me, but it may also be on pixabay, I've done so many I forget now...