Pop Open the Communal Oven

Sally associates qualities to things around her pretty immediately without trying , like with the dish soap nearby. She knows its dish soap and she doesn’t think about that because she only takes in the quality. What she looks at most is the color. She loves colors. The color of the dish soap is fantasy purple , associated with something synthetic and pretty , like a unicorn. The only thing they associate , really , is the synthetical detail. The unicorn came along in writing. The color does not exist in a natural forest or the ocean , that I know of. Although , it is imaginable that that purple could possibly be on a shell that is shining in the sun , if you saw that shell after it had eroded some and dried out , maybe . . . after some of the calcium had peeled off.

I watched a seagull and wondered if it had been to the beach before. We are still in the New Year , of course , and last night was silly and amazing. Red lights could have been nothing but I still remember things that could have been nothing but I still remember things that could have been easily forgotten. People at the beach have feelings , too , but they aren’t colored well. Amazing reincarnations picked out the sand and taught it how to lay around. I will never forget which size bump was in the road to the beer cooler that two emotivities stood in like green apples for my oatmeal. Fairness can’t always be selected even if I’m watching. It’s too bad the air can move. Those swimmers might like to try painting. Constructive criticism wins the most against pretending free will leads to the ocean ! They fell down when I painted them blue. Im not supposed to use blue because it makes them colder. At least they got to rejoice the painful way and not even get stung by a jelly. Perhaps they will rejoice better later when they have eaten fiery cheetos. They should know better than to touch the ocean in March.

Eating unicorn flesh may make me sick , and I was at the beach today. The way I felt then would be entirely different after an imaginary purple meal. I would just hope for a better body with less opportunity to retain bacteria long term.

Sim : “ Did you even notice any birds in the midst of the chaos at the beach ? “

Sally : “ I thought I left you at the beach. I’m shocked at your voice and I don’t know what you said. I have sand in my ears. “

Sims : “ Mobs of people showed up at one time but you thought outside the box. “

Sally : “ I knew I was worth as much as a bird. Would you have liked to feed a bird some bread ? “

Sim : “ Sure thing. You’re better than the birds you saw because you have feelings. Do you know what qualities the birds have , quite immediately ? “

Sally : “ No , birds are real “

Sim : “ Birds have no logical way of judging the world and their surnames aren’t known , but even with the imagination , they are still too far away to touch. Touching is believing , but be careful what you touch. “

Sally : “ I think it’s time to eat the unicorn now , too. “