Linus lost his blanket - stolen;
Gone.
Unfindable blue blanket;
Unfindable forever.
Linus has lonely hands, awakward hands;
Nothing to cling to;
No default;
Nothing, this kind of Nothing, is contagious - spreading
Arms swing wrong;
Legs walk wrong.
Linus can't see what's there.
No, he can see, but what is It?
Every single Thing...
A differently shaped It.
When all is an It, familiar vocabulary fails;
New vocabulary hides.
Linus has gone mute.
5 comments:
He can't go mute!
He has to read the scripture at the rehearsal for the Christmas pageant!
And reassure Charlie Brown that he has found a sincere tree!
This is a disaster!
Blanket police! Blanket police!
I'm using up all my exclamation points
Peace be with the moderator and all those who read this message.
The time has come.
I am here to bring judgment to the living and the dead. The harvest is ripe.
Pass this on to all fellow believers.
The Faithful Witness
Duke
Where'd you find that?
I birthed it.
He can't go mute!
He has to read the scripture at the rehearsal for the Christmas pageant!
And reassure Charlie Brown that he has found a sincere tree!
This is a disaster!
Blanket police! Blanket police!
I'm using up all my exclamation points
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