Infinite Void
BEYOND THE RIM…
…that last step. The edge beckons, which to choose? On one hand, it could be, but if not, the other might. And when it’s last light receeds at the point of least resistance, you’ll know in the depths of your very being. Then what will you do Chuck-O? When the piercing gaze of truth harkens the rutted road to ruin and abomination, over the hill and far away she’ll come. At a pace more suited to enraged ferrets tearing at the remaining bits of flesh sagging from the limp torso of road-kill. Again we ask; For this we seek further.
Don’t drink the water!!! Check all cans for signs of tampering!! Be sure to wipe only with moist towelets from SEALED packaging! And whatever you do, be sure to put the seat down after you finish…
Steeling Myself for the worst, I dropped my fear and plunged into the icy waters which had seemed so far away mere moments before… no longer just a figment of some besotted imagination, but that of cold reality.
SEEMED LIKE A GOOD TIME FOR A COLD BEER… UNFORTUNATELY, IT WAS WHISKEY RIVER.
