Bats

Had a one-on-one with myself. It was rambunctious. I was neatly dressed in semi-formal business casual. It all started when somebody in one of the round cubicles over in section E yelled, I like square eggs and Spam. How about you? I think it was Ms. Nomer, in sub-marketing. She’s the cute one who wears that beguilingly shrewd fragrance. I believe it’s called Just Little Drops of Poison. I think she applies it with a squirt gun. I’ve heard it’s been randomly designed for certain high net-worth individuals who’ve fallen on hard times. As the Marx Brothers observed of the 1871 Paris Commune, Bubblegum is the opiate of the people, but of course, they were way ahead of their time. While I’m on the subject, have I told you about the little movie I made about the whole history of the universe? If you play it in reverse, the part about Antarctica plays upside down and there are no penguins. It’s pretty spooky. In fact, if you watch it from the front row, you can’t tell for certain whether it’s an island covered in ice or an iceberg covered in frosting, but what can you expect from a low-budget documentary? At least its festooned with dreampop shoegaze music and there are no interviews with scholars or experts. If you’d like, your welcome to come over next weekend for a private screening. The overblown rumors about the vampire bats have not been officially substantiated. No, really. See for yourself. I’ll save you a seat.