the coconut-wielder & peeved audiencion reign blows upon what was you

concepts of lessons & choices & proper decision-making occur to you as light & dark pulsate

you hear music; angelic

back of the line; heavenly

"must have been the glass house" you say, thinking it clever, to the lineneighbor

they speak an unknown language back to you

you nod your head, whispering to yourself about rocks & sticks & stones

​​​​​​​"this is nuts" you say, looking up the line a few

a person appears next to you in line

"that's gonna be a Darwin award," giggles the rudeman end & so it begins once more