I can't say why T.B. thinks picnics and books are a good match exactly. At tonight's picnic I decided to address this issue of religious outcomes for myself, so I prayed for an elk bone. A flood of sunlight struck my velvet bed in the park and from the cooler emerged: MY ELK BONE!
I licked the marrow out, but wasn't too keen on the rest (old elk--smells bad--and was previously frozen, T.B. should know better, wasn't she a chef at one time! Sheesh!)
Mingus, the touched by the god of the elk bone
copyright 2008 Christine Saulnier, Mingusandthebitch
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
In The Religious Sky Lay The Omen Of The Elk Bone
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