Cool Andrew ♂, Day 33: The Path

Of all the suns and moons ever rotated around that big blue heaven come cover up our little mud ball slung out through inky blackness of night the way a little child might curl their toes to the creeping critters of a slunk-over badum badum badum rattling off the bones of the bed I have never been witness to so glorious a day as this one some 24 hours come out knocking and fighting that bald-head dozer your father knew who got him one good punch in the gut and lay that man out flatter than a sheet almighty lord, so Violet and myself stood our ground some good ought miles down the road from it when I swear voices calling off from some other distant mountain top were hollering back the echo of itself to tempt us both on even though we had either dropped so low off the grid that neither could read the weather signals beep beep bloop to some distant place and the voice kept calling Git ‘em outta ther n’ folluh yu too good lerkin’ vesssles like yerselves n’ move to tha’ di-stant lan off there all moon bouncy with the cloud strewn uppers I saw the face of Celebi come blue eyed right to my very level and kiss with a good earnest passion my forehead that the stain won’t ever wash away not that I can see, but things are quite alright because me and Violet came off dashing towards that floating little thing while she all the time keeps on this panting and woozing and waving and waxing away off behind me but I’ve got some mission to keep trucking at such a mere speck on the horizon and soon her woozing gets quieter as my own gets loader and I can’t quite tell what could have happened to the girl to keep her off so far along, even then, couldn’t matter much with my grasp right before me touching out to grab a feeler like a Rattata’s whisker longer and sheener giving off some great-good shine to it humming happily Laddadidadididiay and bumping this way and that so I couldn’t keep a single stretch gaze affixed to it, then I come grounded at my feet as the Poking starts to wear down and realize this ain’t the good land breathers of Cerulean anymore and some grass you think you thought you saw was taller than you ever think you thought you saw it, so I come up on this big ‘ole banner flush to either side of ground stuck poles breath falling from my person in 50lb grain sacks to either side whoo whoo whoo Pokémon-athon.

I think I’ll do that then.