She flashed her baby-blues
She flashed her baby-blues and said, "I know, I know, I used to
be famous...you almost remember me, don't you?" You lean closer,
brush back the teased hair billowing out of her neon orange head scarf
and looked deeply at her painted face. "You do look familiar,
but you are so old! I am sure that I was not even listening to music
when you were singing! Besides, what is a CD? It looks like an
environmentally processed cow patty. I saw one once in the Zooseum.
It had no smell, little color and was flat as a pancake (My
significant older said that), whatever that was/is" She smiled
(at least it should not have been a grimace, as I had nano-brushed
moments earlier) and reached out a thin white hand with fingers tipped
in glowing orange. "Dahlin," she slurred, "I was the
best of the best (sounded more like bust) and still am! Give us a
little kiss..." I had heard of that word, but could not place
it's meaning. I think it had to do with some sort of money or means
of exchange in the old days. Anyway, I did not have such a thing and
so just logged the encounter on my VMP3.6.6.5.5.4.4.3.3.2.1
intra-orbital inplant and moved on, still hoping to find the resting
place of that infamous pioneer of the 20th century, Sir Michael
Jackson. Did you know that he was knighted by King Charles III? Yep,
he had something to do with the two Princes adopting 23 boys and girls
from East LA; surviving children of the gang guys who were banished to
use their urban survival skills on the streets of Bagdadisbad, trying
to root out the Talibaddies and the Highalmighties who ruled the
streets over there. Anyway, I know he done been did in round here and
I'm determined to find his boney behind (it having been mounted at eye
level as an example to those who have their head up that place, just
like he ended up!
