Inkwell: Authors and Artists

    

iling may strain your facial muscles, it can really work like gang
busters in public rel-
  

    
ative-dunking-in-vats of sour chocolate mil-
  

    

lipedes, a little known but surprisingly popular confection, available
from roadside stalls in the deep so-
  

    
x fan hotbeds in and around New En-
  

    

ergy Source conferences, a narrow but broadminded overlap group, often
recognizable by their high powered and noisy tailgate par-
  

    
rots--anywhere from one to as many as thirty of the festively-hued and
plumed birds affixed to their vehicles' rear bum-
  

    

ptious offspring customised superstructure, a local style featuring
redundant mirrors, impractical rollbars and similar pimped out orna-
  

    
te accouterments of what they think of as the VH-1 lif-
  

    

etime ban on trash talking NASCAR Dads' carefully posed photos of
deviant aut-
  

    
horitarian leaders and would-be leaders of various countries, all
dressed in gray or black suits, black leather knee-high boots, and
either German Kaiser helmets or ancient Viking hea-
  

    

rthrugs, carefully wrapped like turbans, held in place by brooches
featuring large cabochon fire op-
  

    
pra glasses.

Later, while their earbuds pumped in electric anthems praising the un-
  

    

derwear worn by the sun, there was an eclipse which revealed with mi-
  

    
cro AND macroscopic clarity, the true essence of that which we
laughingly call "matter", caus-
  

    
tic acid vats at the ready for dipping and dissolving the sun's used
Fruit-Of-The-Loo-
  

    

ny-bin breakfast cereal, eaten without a spoon, I've got my st-
  

    
urgeon-and-seahorse submarine sandwiches to eat for breakfast in Am-
  

    

erica, when I can't find apple pie.  On the other hand, when I crave hot-
  

    
beds of writing and poetic talent to produce new literary works, I'll
skip New York and San Francisco and instead drive up to New Me-
  

    
dia conferences, where collaboration has replaced ind-
  

    
ignation.  We can take our boots off and breathe in the scent of fresh
ba-
  

    
leen collected from the mouths of great humpback wh-
  

    
oppers, the mouthy maltly candy found in all the best empor-
  

    
ia of snacks for a fine afternoon or evening of movie-watching,
whether in a theater or in the comfort of one's ho- 
  

    
g farm while awaiting the arrival of one's favorite fe-