Tuesday, October 13, 2009

BANANAS AU GRATIN.

Like never before.


The pilot has turned off the No Antisemitism Sign and you are now free to stagger about the aircraft, all red-faced and whatnot. Intercontinental or plain old incontinent, it hardly matters these days. Maybe if we had a rapper named Warmio the earth would cool, instead. I'd even settle for Lukewarmio, if the earth would enter a period of Glacial Mediocrity, as a result. If your possessions -- dig it -- are not in perfectly great shape, then the U.S. Mint Police will be paying you a visit. They have a new para-military commando unit known as the Mint Condition Police, the funds for which were diverted from The Legislation to Nowhere and The Finest Types of People to Nowhere and The Sensible Slacks to Nowhere. No, you cannot spell that "commandoe" with an "e" but you can be a Veep who fades away like an old soldier, in these, the Incorporated States of America, Limited. To whit, the athlete could spell neither "buttocks" nor "manicure" though his future would -- uncannily! -- involve both. The French, O, the French. They have added Serum to their fromages, and as a result, have pioneered Treu Cheese. "Eat and Confess" is their motto; it's a perfect snack before visiting the Precinct, like, forever. There is no more cracker for your whiz and there is no more succulent for your concubi. The lyrics do not go "Bananas: Endless / Endless: Bananas." Yes they do.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Dude. Where hsve you been? gina

Anonymous said...

Freedom Bananas ain't nothin' to f*@! with...

-- Tepidio

DAN / DANIEL GUTSTEIN said...

GINA! Duuuuude. I've been HERE. Bananas: Endless. Like that. --------------------------------------------------------BA

DAN / DANIEL GUTSTEIN said...

Now a plantain -- that's a whole other legume. With some beans. In the Mission District and a big old egg. Yup yup. You can **&^ with that. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------BA

Heather Fuller said...

Still the perfect fruit - 4.5 years later. I ask myself, what have I done lately to glorify the Main Dish? That's one deliciously wound-up prose poem.

DAN / DANIEL GUTSTEIN said...

i say bananas you say "slippy peel". i say bananas you say "funny face." i say bananas you say "roughage . . . of a sort."

this will conclude the associated banana quiz but one thing's for sure, i say bananas you don't say "au gratin" or do you?

if you iz what you eat, then if you eat a banana perhaps you can do the splits. i say banana you say "looney tunes." treu treu.

thx as always for the kind words.

-----------b.a.