Mountain Stories, Vol. 1

The hillbilly talked to the mountain goat about the inner city android and just how life in general was getting him down. No one ever waits to speak in their turn. They're all gabbing on about nothing, blowing smoke into the depleted o-zone of unrequited attention spans.

Magnetic ice breakers set the conversation adrift full steam ahead. Power ties nixed the event, but it was sunny out so they decided for a rendevouz in the child's mouth.

It was cold and icky the weather was warm and sticky. They met near the wisdom teeth in the back but sweat glands and cooler heads prevailed. A staff infection prevented the accountant from keeping proper books. He was board certified, but the credentials were soaked in saliva. Paper doesn't take kindly to getting wet. It gets all up in a wad so they flushed it down the toilet.

The hillbilly climbed the teeth okay.
The mountain goat handled it effortlessly.
The inner city android kept yammering on about his fancy digital alarm clock.
They all overslept and couldn't avoid persistent perspiration that soiled the blankets considerably.

"Well, you gotta do something to keep the wind awake," he offered.

No one bought it. The wind overslept and missed that all important first day of the rest of its life.