Post by theundergrad on Aug 27, 2007 20:11:47 GMT -5
MARYGOLD
Marigold did not know a lot. While she sat in the train station she realized this. So up she stood to go check the time, location and number of the train which she patiently awaited.
She received her information with a smile from the old man in a white beard who stood behind the information desk. His eyes googled at her. It may be appropriate to introduce the reader to the fact that Marigold was on a wild mushroom trip, one of those catastrophic periods of unsettling awareness.
Forgetting the information immediately, Marigold returned to her seat at the bench which overlooked the tracks. She was outdoors at this time for the station was very small, located only a few paces from Fallowfield bus station, Barrhaven, Canada; a wonderful little spot for doing absolutely nothing. It was because of the absolutely nothing bit that a) Marigold had taken shrooms and b) Marigold had bought a train ticket to New Zealand.
Now for those of you who do not know, New Zealand in composed of two islands separated only by a small channel. It is in the south east or south west portion of our globe depending on how you look at it. In fact, depending on how you look at it, it could be in the north east or north west, wherever you look at it from it is most defiantly not in the very center and it was very far away from Fallowfield train station. For example, let us say it was 6:40pm in Barrhaven Canada on a Wednesday, it would be 10:41am on a Thursday in Christchurch New Zealand.
This very Christchurch is the town Marigold was headed for. Crossing the ocean would of course pose problems for a train but Marigold had hoped the mushrooms would sort all those difficult details out. She had only $500 in her pocket which was actually $5 and it wasn’t in her pocket anymore since she had left it in front of the bathroom mirror where she had been counting it over and over to make sure that it was indeed $500. What money she had bought her train ticket with we will not bother the reader by telling, it is a long story of considerable confusion which includes Marigold and a strange conversation with the giant one eyed salesman.
Having forgotten the time of the train’s arrival, Marigold let go of that faint anxiety which settles down on any person waiting for the arrival of a transportation device. Instead she became fascinated by a perplexing ladybug which had landed on her sleeve. The lady bug danced and danced, and at the end of its solo it performed a duet with another ladybug which joined in, finally they bowed and left the stage and Marigold clapped and laughed with glee. The other ‘soon to be’ passengers moved away from her.
Marigold was a very pretty girl, dirty blond hair, bright eyes that some would have compared to beaches, with their brilliant blue rings and sandy middles around the pupil. She was having a wonderful time in her paradise when all of a sudden she heard the train bells ringing and as they rang they turned into high pitched tones and then into an electronic buzz and then Jennifer woke up to her alarm clock and to find that she was in Christchurch New Zealand, and it was 10:41am on a Thursday. She shook off the dream and got up; Barrhaven Canada was far away.
the funny thing here, is that this isn't poetry! HA! LOSER!
Marigold did not know a lot. While she sat in the train station she realized this. So up she stood to go check the time, location and number of the train which she patiently awaited.
She received her information with a smile from the old man in a white beard who stood behind the information desk. His eyes googled at her. It may be appropriate to introduce the reader to the fact that Marigold was on a wild mushroom trip, one of those catastrophic periods of unsettling awareness.
Forgetting the information immediately, Marigold returned to her seat at the bench which overlooked the tracks. She was outdoors at this time for the station was very small, located only a few paces from Fallowfield bus station, Barrhaven, Canada; a wonderful little spot for doing absolutely nothing. It was because of the absolutely nothing bit that a) Marigold had taken shrooms and b) Marigold had bought a train ticket to New Zealand.
Now for those of you who do not know, New Zealand in composed of two islands separated only by a small channel. It is in the south east or south west portion of our globe depending on how you look at it. In fact, depending on how you look at it, it could be in the north east or north west, wherever you look at it from it is most defiantly not in the very center and it was very far away from Fallowfield train station. For example, let us say it was 6:40pm in Barrhaven Canada on a Wednesday, it would be 10:41am on a Thursday in Christchurch New Zealand.
This very Christchurch is the town Marigold was headed for. Crossing the ocean would of course pose problems for a train but Marigold had hoped the mushrooms would sort all those difficult details out. She had only $500 in her pocket which was actually $5 and it wasn’t in her pocket anymore since she had left it in front of the bathroom mirror where she had been counting it over and over to make sure that it was indeed $500. What money she had bought her train ticket with we will not bother the reader by telling, it is a long story of considerable confusion which includes Marigold and a strange conversation with the giant one eyed salesman.
Having forgotten the time of the train’s arrival, Marigold let go of that faint anxiety which settles down on any person waiting for the arrival of a transportation device. Instead she became fascinated by a perplexing ladybug which had landed on her sleeve. The lady bug danced and danced, and at the end of its solo it performed a duet with another ladybug which joined in, finally they bowed and left the stage and Marigold clapped and laughed with glee. The other ‘soon to be’ passengers moved away from her.
Marigold was a very pretty girl, dirty blond hair, bright eyes that some would have compared to beaches, with their brilliant blue rings and sandy middles around the pupil. She was having a wonderful time in her paradise when all of a sudden she heard the train bells ringing and as they rang they turned into high pitched tones and then into an electronic buzz and then Jennifer woke up to her alarm clock and to find that she was in Christchurch New Zealand, and it was 10:41am on a Thursday. She shook off the dream and got up; Barrhaven Canada was far away.
the funny thing here, is that this isn't poetry! HA! LOSER!