Tea and A Turtle
Tea and A Turtle
A Story About Mad Cow
The following events have been blamed on society.
Somewhere off of the coast of Newfoundland bobs a synthetic island, a tiny man-made floating fortress held together by coat hangers and constructed of old bicycle tires and computer monitors. The man who built and lives on this island, G. Proper, is not your ordinary man. G. Proper has mad cow disease.
To understand G. Proper's lot in life, we will first need to go back a couple years. G. Proper grew up in Steinbach, Manitoba, a town nowhere near his current location. Steinbach is a crooked town really, a town that instead of convenience stores has a church on every street corner, a town gripped by religion but yet is cemented in the auto sale industry, the very bane of human existence. Condemnation is widespread and guilt is an everyday event in this fortified pillar of organized religion where everybody is a carsalesman from Monday to Saturday and a preacher on Sunday.
Now, G. Proper did not enjoy his town of birth. He dreamed of grander cities and grander people. As soon as he was old enough he did all he could to propel himself as far away from Steinbach as possible. This reckless, youthful urgency for escape and adventure was what would destroy him in the end.
The day after high school ended G. Proper stole a car. This was not like him, he had never stolen anything in his life. It was something, however, that he felt he needed to do. Something exciting to kickstart his adventure. The car belonged to his next door neighbor.
To be continued.
A Story About Mad Cow
The following events have been blamed on society.
Somewhere off of the coast of Newfoundland bobs a synthetic island, a tiny man-made floating fortress held together by coat hangers and constructed of old bicycle tires and computer monitors. The man who built and lives on this island, G. Proper, is not your ordinary man. G. Proper has mad cow disease.
To understand G. Proper's lot in life, we will first need to go back a couple years. G. Proper grew up in Steinbach, Manitoba, a town nowhere near his current location. Steinbach is a crooked town really, a town that instead of convenience stores has a church on every street corner, a town gripped by religion but yet is cemented in the auto sale industry, the very bane of human existence. Condemnation is widespread and guilt is an everyday event in this fortified pillar of organized religion where everybody is a carsalesman from Monday to Saturday and a preacher on Sunday.
Now, G. Proper did not enjoy his town of birth. He dreamed of grander cities and grander people. As soon as he was old enough he did all he could to propel himself as far away from Steinbach as possible. This reckless, youthful urgency for escape and adventure was what would destroy him in the end.
The day after high school ended G. Proper stole a car. This was not like him, he had never stolen anything in his life. It was something, however, that he felt he needed to do. Something exciting to kickstart his adventure. The car belonged to his next door neighbor.
To be continued.
posted by James at 1:46 AM
2 Books were burned:
To be continued?! I was just getting into it.
I started writing the continuation of this but it's gotten far too complex. Honestly, we have to get G. Prosper Himself from Steinbach to a fucking island made of computer monitors floating somewhere in the Atlantic. That's going to be a story and a half, boys and girls.
Throw one on the pile
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