Captain Ahab was chasing Moby Dick across the seas. Queequeg thought the captain shouldn't have set a course for Madras (where they worship Vishnu), but Ahab was adamant. He wanted that whale, and he would go to far flung places to catch him. The whale's longevity was limited. The captain was even prepared to chase Moby to landlocked Qatar, Jack Sparrow style, except the ship was too bloated for a portage.
That's all I got becuase I have to go to a meeting.
She waited patiently for the go-train, rubbeing her bloated stomach, recalling the madras curry she had consumed, inevitably evoking memories of cardboard-like marzipan she used to chew as an impish 5-and-a-half year old at the Narayna Vishnu School of Bollywood Performance Art (Muskrat Lane Campus, Qatar.) As the only WASP student at the school, she sometimes felt overwhelmed by the cultural fusion that surrounded her. Today, however, as she had sampled the far-flung concoction, she was grateful for her hippie parents and the education they bestowed upon her. She ran her tongue along the inside of her mouth, trying to remove the terrible flavour of what was once potatoes and peas. As the lights of the go train approached, she longed for what she once considered trappings of her western existence: Yosemite BBQ sauce and peanutbutter. “Good Evening Quequeg,” she uluated as she jumped on board her regular train – her regular greeting to her regular conductor, noticing for the first time in eight years that he wore a nametag. “Nelson” she read aloud. “Is that a full or half nelson?” “Not sure, my dear,” he said, smiling warmly, “but I do know that I’m only a semi-conductor.” She returned his smile, marveling at the longevity of their unspoken friendship. And at the effectiveness of the benzodiazepine she had just taken. She settled in for the long ride home.
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Captain Ahab was chasing Moby Dick across the seas. Queequeg thought the captain shouldn't have set a course for Madras (where they worship Vishnu), but Ahab was adamant. He wanted that whale, and he would go to far flung places to catch him. The whale's longevity was limited. The captain was even prepared to chase Moby to landlocked Qatar, Jack Sparrow style, except the ship was too bloated for a portage.
That's all I got becuase I have to go to a meeting.
She waited patiently for the go-train, rubbeing her bloated stomach, recalling the madras curry she had consumed, inevitably evoking memories of cardboard-like marzipan she used to chew as an impish 5-and-a-half year old at the Narayna Vishnu School of Bollywood Performance Art (Muskrat Lane Campus, Qatar.) As the only WASP student at the school, she sometimes felt overwhelmed by the cultural fusion that surrounded her. Today, however, as she had sampled the far-flung concoction, she was grateful for her hippie parents and the education they bestowed upon her. She ran her tongue along the inside of her mouth, trying to remove the terrible flavour of what was once potatoes and peas. As the lights of the go train approached, she longed for what she once considered trappings of her western existence: Yosemite BBQ sauce and peanutbutter. “Good Evening Quequeg,” she uluated as she jumped on board her regular train – her regular greeting to her regular conductor, noticing for the first time in eight years that he wore a nametag. “Nelson” she read aloud. “Is that a full or half nelson?” “Not sure, my dear,” he said, smiling warmly, “but I do know that I’m only a semi-conductor.” She returned his smile, marveling at the longevity of their unspoken friendship. And at the effectiveness of the benzodiazepine she had just taken. She settled in for the long ride home.
Excellent work!
I'll have to work on this and get back to you with it.
School you know.
Scarlett & Viaggiatore
PS - serious about the 5 bucks.
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