The eagle perched on top a telephone pole. The knowledge spread out like cheese on the bread of discontent. A series of drunken attempts to put the key in the keyhole resulted in the extinction of two major animal groups. Sponges that soak up smoke. The terrible taste of morning wisdom. Mixed with coffee and biscuit powder the night fell asleep on our watch again. Running wild, running naked through the isles of Walmart. The hunt is on. The parking lot filled with smoldering smudge pots. The suit of shellacked croutons, a hat of meager intentions. The lawn thin with gone gropes. Scary stares from withered masks. Cross your heart and vomit false facts. Be the antler in the beam of the nothing. Strange animals round the corner before coming into view. Trance masks, wallow in your velvet carskits. Funnel vision, the eclipse of all meaningful tasks. I am having my skull redecorated. Brutal murders over possession of casks of drinkable water. Houses shot and stabbed out of life over a rumor they had steaks. Someone should wake the night up, it's getting reality wrinkled. All that long morning the children giggled as they flew clear kites, and set off muted firecrackers. Another church is burning, surrounded by singing children. The age of innocence has returned.