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and party, and hightail it fro m there straight to the airport in whic h
I would camp out until they got me on a flight to Israel .
There is little I can do to nullify my confrontational nature, but
good luck brings out the best in me and the way I felt at that
mo ment pretty much like being granted to stare or gape stupidly
at the treasures of the dia mond mine in the caverns of Interna l
expansion uniquely. Perhaps an explanation is in place, I wrote
elsewhere about escape into a cavern network, the caverns o f
Internal Expansion being the place where I do the rigmarole o f
self-introspection. I took the bus back to the Elephant dungeon and
started packing my bags, quietly and very discreetly. Suddenly,
most frighteningly, the Elephant son is knocking at the door to
present me with holiday dainties (meshloach manos) sorts o f
gratitude (location strategy?). I feigned reticence to allow hi s
entrance because of suffering fro m the dishonor and pain fro m the
blows to my head by the savage hog the night previous. I also gave
him the impression I would be resting here the next couple o f
hours.
Dusk was descending on Safrascity when I packed out of there
with all my belongings and headed stealthily to the Purim
celebration around the corner, "under the umbrella of protection "
my father had blessed that would always guard and shelter me. The
Elephant son had left a pack of goodies by my door and I smashed
them under my heel to put them on notice that I might have be come
angered enough to inform on them (they certainly wouldn't want
it known about the elderly drunk they were keeping hostage ). I
could have done that had I not considered the maltreatment o f
society would be worse for him than his present situation. I simply
encouraged him to believe he could do better for himself, but
established society can be very cruel and it's quite likely he'd bee n
in worse situations. This writing is testimony to my eagerness to
encourage deliberation on the part of humanity to develop geriatric
cultural institutions for the poor.
Rolling happily down the stream, I made in time for the Purim
party and was elated when queen Esther (darling Cindy from the
harmonious Chabad house) made her appearance and took a close
up digital shot of me, an expression of friendliness a rarity to my
alone being. I now had a hold on her heart and seized the mo ment
to share my top secret; I've mustered the gumption to head out for
the airport and happy to have had the opportunity to part company
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