The wily words of Wilbur the wasted wambat.

The years, the days, the hours,
the minutes, the seconds, the milliseconds,
the...the...all the wasted moments
of life spent dreaming someone
else's dreams-

only to wake up and find there are no hearthfires
burning, no soft sounds
of breakfast cooking.

Waking up to find loneliness greeting you,
wanting a minute, or an hour
of your time.

Were it we could find solace
after the flood,
but Noah cooked the pigeon
and Moses drank the wine.

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Moses is a historical fiction written by Alexander Graham Bell upon his coronation to the throne of Mediacrity. No, no my boy, we didn't spell that one wrong, we only just now created the word. But as we were saying, the need arises when the time of day must be dispelled. Call a priest; I think I have a second trapped in the bathroom and she's hungry.

Back to Moses. Now, I suppose some of you will find it offensive if I tell lies about the great Moses, but I will. I am. Moses was born in the third year of the first period of the last age of Men-before-the-modern-era (they didn't have internet) and lived to be 991 years of age. At that time, he could still circumcise a small male child and bless the honey wine at the same time.

The only reason he gave up the ghost was an increasing sense of ennui waiting for the chosen One to appear and take over for him. Little did he know as he was descending the seven deadly ladders of utter death, his replacement was coming along quite nicely. Alas, there are no happy endings in the Old Testament. This one ends the same way: hellfire and damnation, the end of the world, flooding, booze, etc.

But back to the replacement. He was coming along nicely, but was still something of a vague notion in the author's (not god's mind you) head that he had not quite materialized on the page yet. Be patient, dear reader. The end is nigh. With the end so far away and the beginning so near, let us give thanks to all new beginnings and a jolly cheer to all endings. The end.

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Wait a minute! Is that it? Is that the end of the fucking story?! Tell me about the fucking golf shoes!!!

RRR