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| The Tsunami Boogie |
| 12.02.05 (6:10 pm) [edit] |
(Note: this is the telling of a vision I had several weeks ago, that I now nickname "The Tsunami Boogie".)
The "Big One" finally strikes San Francisco...I and many others survive totally unscathed. But these "many others" are MOSTLY evil themselves, and would just as soon slaughter me, as have me for a neighbor. And now, the tsunami has arrived, about to engulf ALL of us who are not able to make it to high ground quick enough.
So there I am, wading as best I could uphill, through a dense puddle of molasses, right there on Market Street between Noe & Castro, and facing the twin peaks. While all these "others" are racing up the hills, already at least several blocks ahead of me. Do any of them give a damn about me? Do any care to stop a moment to pull me out of this molasses, so I could run like the wind, too? NOPE!
So there I am, slogging, slogging slowly along, while everyone else is way ahead of me by now, I can barely see them bigger than ants...and the great wall of the tsunami is right overhead, just behind me, feels like I could touch it! (I crane my neck and bend back sharply, in order to even SEE the crest.) And then it all comes tumbling down...
when suddenly a magic bubble of protection pops up to spare my happy soul: it surrounds me. Complete with little table (w/teapot and teacup) and rocking chair, whereby I could sit back in leisure to enjoy the spectacle of that tidal wave bearing down on all those perfect idiots who STILL think they're out of harm's path. And some of their last thoughts echo my way in the Bubbling Ether Of Knowing, that is also The Tidal Wave Of Judgment:
A brief chuckle over how I "missed the boat" so to speak (as some of them looked back for the last time).
--fin
ADDENDUM: Add to that little table, a fat doobie and matches...if you please!
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