It is yet another sweaty, madness inducing heat-fueled
September noon. I sit in my porch back to the entrance of
the house, typing machine in 1 hand, a lemonade pitcher
with 4 drops of LSD in the other.
and yet though all they've done, they were not allowed'
back to the land of Yore...'
PIECE of TRASH!" I yell, tear out the paper from the"
typing machine and throw it into the burning barrel.

It could be yet another September day, accompanied with
heat induced hallucinations, tape recordings of me
rumbling, and the smell of gasoline. It could still be
saved. We can fight for the freedom of words, the
.cancellation of backspace. The cannibalization of language
,The futility of attempt. Everything must go, so to speak
sanity included.

But alas, today is not another day, through the melting
teapot I see my friend Rodney lying on his face though no
recollection of him coming over enters my think hole. "You
sleeping, Rodney?", I ask while kicking him once in the
back, considering going for a second time.

YEAH I'M UP WHAT'S UP MAN!" Rodney sits up and yells"
incoherently.
".What in god's green name you be doing here, lord and sir"
I reply through clenched teeth, contemplating throwing out
of my house this unholy burning blob of Jihad.

Rodney is from the Middle East, or maybe he is just from
Iowa, I could never seem to remember or be conscious when
he is to ask again.
I think ye demon hast destroyed all human sync we could be"
sharing"
Worry not. It is because of the leap year, I have not"
placed you under a spell."
Wait just a minute" I yell while looking for my pistol on"
the table "How could you possibly know I'm thinking you're
demonized?"
,Well, for one, you've been rambling about it all night"
not willing to explain yourself, maybe you want to cut back
on the lemonade, chum."
Still not quite convinced I cock and load the pistol and
hold it to his head.
"
Reconsider your words sir; I can crush you like an ant."
,Crush you might but I am not the reason for your problems"
you won't solve this like that" Rodney answers coolly.
All doubts - evaporated I return to typing, and Rodney
takes a swag from his own lemonade pitcher.
These September days could sweat ivory off Ganesh" Rodney"
.mumbles and goes back to sleep