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| Well, No (Reprise) |
There must be something forgotten. Because there was always something to forget.
eggs for the toast
bread for the toast
milk for the
butter for the toast
jelly for the toast
potatoes
Yes there must be something forgotten. Because there was always an empty place or two in the basket. There was always an absent smell, a missing jar. But Johnny could never remember. Until he got home to find that nothing could be made. The one item he forgot always ended up being the ingredient needed to complete whatever it needed to be completed.
Oh, well. There was always tomorrow.
Johnny Ramone sits on the bench on Sunday after grocery shopping, sets down his basket with an empty space, and waits. Something unusual always happens on Sundays. On the Sundays that he goes grocery shopping, when he sits. So he waits for it to begin.
Did you notice that?
Well, no, but I couldn't see very well.
She walked into the middle of the road and shot the bird. Just shot it and walked away. A kind of simple human trot. I didn't know that was even possible, but I think I just saw it happen.
Are your glasses on?
Well, no...
Then you didn't see a thing.
Are you kidding? I just saw her shoot that damn bird! That is very well something. Are you listening, Joey?
Well, no, I am not listening. In fact, you aren't even listening. We are just speaking, she is just walking, and everyone on this planet is just - breathing.
So you saw it then?
No. I didn't see "it."
You just said she is just walking. Weren't you referring to the her that shot the bird?
Well, no, I was referring to the her that didn't shoot the bird.
So you saw it then?
No I saw nothing Cam.
"I was referring to the her that didn't shoot the bird." Obviously, the bird was shot, you saw it, look! Look, it's lying there now, just beside the sidewalk along Arby’s, where the sewer hole is cracked. And she is still walking away, not even a thumb large in the distance. You did see it.
I saw nothing. You saw nothing without glasses on.
You don't wear glasses. And you saw it; I know you did, because I am listening to the words coming out of your mouth clearly. You must not be listening to me. Are you now, even? Joey. Joey. Seriously.
Go put on your glasses. Then we will talk about the dead bird.
Johnny Ramone gets up in the dusk of the fleeting Sunday, remembers his last ingredient like he always does, and heads home. He forgets one item. This always happens, forgetting one item. But it never really mattered, because Johnny Ramone can’t cook. He just likes to witness unusual things happening on Sunday, during the time that he sits.
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Posted by karleyjayde on 2009-10-16 12:05:51 | Rating: | Views: 9
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