FANWORTH’S DREAM
January 31, 2016
Fanworth’s dream was to be delicately placed in a mental institution and there to be tended by a modest number of dead-eyed strangers. To this end, wearing fiercely orange tights, he drenched himself head to toe in butter fat and sang nonsense in falsetto outside City Hall. Sure enough, he was removed from the scene and deposited for observation in Specific Hospital. He suffered only minimal damage in transit. After his broken limbs and wounds had been ignored, by and by he was sent on a garbage scow to the State Depository for the Terminally Confused. There he was gifted with a padded private cell and a box of bran. He settled in, content, his dream fulfilled.
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