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Winfrey Daye's
Hideout-- f The home of There
is so little to think about here at the fishin hole, you could just drift off
and splash around in nothingness, just like the fish. This is the kind of
place where everybody can make a big splash and not even worry that no one else
sees into the significance of it. Sure beats corectin spelin and gramer and stuff
from a bunch of Ghost Writer Plagiarists...they don't even know what they're
missin, ignorin the fishin hole...it would even inspire them to write something
real for a change. This place always makes me feel like thinkin...I don't know
so much about writin but I guess that's why a lot of people write anyway--just
cause it helps them think. I guess that's why I like the X family so
much. That's pretty much all they do is think. Or maybe I should say
they just know. That's all they do is sit all day long and KNOW. I
bet if they was like us and you walked up to them on a street and asked them
what they was doin, they'd say, "I'M KNOWING." They don't even
really have to think. The Head Ed is kinda like that (some say he's
related to them--a kinda crossbreed like we write about in The Cereal
Squire). They say he can't read. I say he don't need to read!
He already knows it all--why read?
A quieter way to go might be to head over to Wild Grains to do some contemplative reading...just follow that bum down there past the old Eszterházy Place...but please don't step on the grass!
(The splash part by Pat Magin, sky and all other oils by WB) |