Dead body

From Plastic Tub

The dead body just sat there. A weight on top of the world. No past, no future; just a dead constant present - one of the lucky ones.

The dead body was an AA member since Stimes' day. The dead body knew Dutch, Dutch did not know the dead body. AA was the connection - but there was no link - and the dead body enjoyed the new found life as a dead body. It's not such a bad job after all but the foie gras reeks.

The dead body used to sing children's songs for a living. Spaghetti Worm was a popular tune among 3 year olds and earned the dead body honors among peers. The dead body could reflect on this and smile. But the dead body was not the dead body - rather some Accidental Associationalism mind bender - the dead weight of the world is upon us. There may be no forgiving this time around.

Dutch probed further back in time and remembered a favorite poem he used to sing in choir school:

Lo and behold the Father of Righteous Wrongdoings Answers our darkest Prayers

Lo and behold the Mother of Wrongful Righteousness Pardons our gravest goodness