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The captain has computer issues. At work the ship’s IT have blocked all the real good parts of 43 things.
At home I have dial up and I am a pig. A pig with a dirty house. My house needs repair I do them to pass time and stuff. I’ve got a lot of things to do, but I get bored. Most of all I’m confused and I don’t seem to mind it at all.
NOW, STAHND BAHCK MY CHOVE FOLLOR GUERLLMO CHALL WRITE FO CHEW.
There’s a place somewhere that everyone will visit. It’s an old passenger railroad car turned into a restaurant just like the ones in the noir films. This one is colorful, very bright. In front there are lilacs that are, strangely enough, always in bloom. No one wonders why, no one cares to guess because that’s not important to them when they visit. Everything, EVERYTHING is like that here. The strangest things are never questioned just indulged. Oh, and the lights, they are bright and they don’t hurt your eyes to look right at them. In fact they are inviting.
Walk in why don’t ya? Chrome and vinyl chairs, formica table tops and black and white floor tiles. Sit down and a cup of coffee appears that never empties and it’s just the way you like it. Mary is your server. She chews gum, her hair is up in a bun and she flaunts her large bosoms. She stops, looks at you for a short time, smiles and orders for you. Jesus rings the bell and your pancakes are ready. His t-shirt is sweaty and a bit on the dirty side with some rips and tears here and there. God runs the register.
On alternate Sundays Buddha runs the joint. First Mondays of the month a tree, just one tree does everything. It depends how you see God. People who choose not to believe in a higher power go to the self serve window where a large rabbit takes their order. It’s still just as nice. Native Americans see a rock taking orders, a buffalo is the fry cook and water works the cash register.
There are two things that are constant, pancakes your way and Elvis is always in the bathroom.