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(*) (*) * (*)~*~(*) HOE E'ZINE RELEASE #897
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~ 0 0 ~* *~ 0 hOGS ~ "Milk and Cookies. A book."
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( 0*~*~*0 ( ) 0*~*~ oF )
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~ 0 0 ~ ~ 0 eNTROPY ~ by Reflecks
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* 0 0 * * 0 * 11-7-99
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(*) (*) ~ (*)~*~(*)
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The factory up the street churned out milk and cookies.
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All of it came in a prepackaged, individually served
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plastic and gold foil wrapped.
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Oh, thats not good "thought he."
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The ampersand.
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He whisked away the idea, clean and simple.
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Eat is all he did lately, he must be under a lot of
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stress, "thought his friends".
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He must be.
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The smell of tuna comes fresh from the sea, wharf
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air wafting high above the piers, through the salty
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crowds and above the peanut auctioneers.
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The boy opens his package of milk and cookies.
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Sanitarily, pasteurizationally, very white milk.
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Do they make this milk from cows, "he thought"?
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Fighting the block, he carefully scripts down
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the beginning of a novel, carefully weaving,
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carefully mingling the characters.
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The basis for an afterschool special, the mere
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idea of which made them queasy in anticipation.
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Perhaps he is depressed.
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A mime practices his act before a full crowd.
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In the meanwhile, the thief makes his way through
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the crowd of full wallets and no suspicion.
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I'm going to be a writer some day "he told his mom."
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He always told his mom things.
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This time, it was true. Become a writer he would.
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He slowly and painfully labored over the words,
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each one coming in rapid succession, forming no
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real idea. Type away he did.
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He hadn't really reached his dreams, he never was
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really happy. Depression caused by lack of
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enthusiasm. He starts writing a book.
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Seizing a brief opportunity, spying an open briefcase,
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he makes his way over. Like an eagle, snatching
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the black leather case.
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He grew up and went to school. He had problems.
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"A" troubled kid. Friends. But not his. His to
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keep, but he didn't want. He found his niche in writing.
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The ending complete, finished. The quilt woven.
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Tangled web made right by the author.
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He puts away the finished book and goes to the beach.
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( *(c) hOGS oF eNTROPY pRESS* HOE #897 ~ WRITTEN BY: REFLECKS ~ 11/7/99 )
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