Some of the first let's-recycle-an-old-phrase "tea parties" were organized by not organizing, veritable impromptu performance art. "Metal tea's just fine for me," a musician clacked through a throat so parched someone wetted a loofah and patted it to her lips. What had been a carefully orchestrated help people get home safely was shuffled into hunt and capture...even debt is a sin. People at state lines in work circuits and routine travel shuddered and rearranged business strategies and long-term plans.
The Chinese were quick to benefit from surveillance and trapping, isolating floundering Americans in fish bowls.
Someone meatcleaved a one centimeter slab of bologna for the lunch rollup du jour. "Honey, did you see this in this, excuse me," one man shook a dosing man's leg, "What is this?" One of the man's eyes was slurred. Droopy from being tailed and chased through a rocky, gone-to-seed field. He cocked them open snarling Don't touch me, one opened extra wide, the other telling of health and hard to hide. "Did, they, do this to you?" The man shook some sort of typed magazine in the air. He himself taking on a tremble at what he'd been reading.
"Honey. Honey. Look at me," said the man's wife. He reluctantly did so. "Now give me the literature. And point to what's upset you so." He crumpled the booklet. Real slowly he backed away from her, from the others in the room. Nooo. Nooo. No. This can not be happening here. In this home. In OUR HOME.
Another man with pistol and dagger in tall boots, revealed, secured two slabs of the meat and a fry pan size hard tack "biscuit". He started to yawn but stifled it and said, "This is that part. No one is immune. There's a total breakdown of trust."
Avenging academics one man ducked low and said while a woman almost mounted him cheerleading-style, so that when the Professor turned around fully, eye-ing the pair like the last two pins in a bowling game, she was able to ask the woman, "Were you talking to me?"
Rows and rows of butterflies stapled to index cards were spread out on all the tables in the Naturalist's place. Privately owned and operated. The pair chanted a GO TEAM, GO and locked arms in a sidestep, stage left, stage right, center, and bow. "I hate it when they staple my specimins." The professor shook her head tragedy ever so slowly.
"Do butterflies have eyes?"
"If so, are they viscous?"
"You two better see me in my office if this is about sabbatical or leave or just need a break so I don't kahboom."
"Which campus?"
"Concerning which degree? The campus."
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