About Nothing

A cow drifting down a river on a rudderless raft. Moo, says the cow because the grass on the bank spins slowly out of sight when the raft turns.

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Observe a too long stumble into oblivion, failing to be about sex or anything else at all. A meandering something, almost longing for the grass on the bank, if the longing mattered.

Girl interrupted, her melancholy existence of self-administered booze, drugs, fat, flour, and predigested videos about the bank by the river. A monotony disturbed by a pan sex party that the great god Pan would not be caught dead at. The trying to titillate without titillation, without desire.

An aimless life tolerated in safety. The confusing doorman out front of the city apartment checking her perchance risqué Target shirt, daring to not wear a bra in public. Children told to play nice, to share, say please and thank you, or the authority will send you home. Moo says the girl.

Some illusion of post diversion, mutual masturbation and medication without risk with another cow from another raft. Not quite interested in life, or sex on the shore. Just waiting for life to happen. No desires, no plans, no excitement, nothing. Moo say the cows, the abattoir awaits to free them. If only they could write and tell their story.