March 12, 2005
the man who culd talk to umbarelas
i usd to knoawe a guy who discoavard taht he culd tlak to ombarellas. it came on all of a suden on a riany day. he was walkin dwon teh streat an he herd them talklin to ech othar an yelin at the ppl carying em: 'watch out u bunghoal dont wack me inta taht fat guy!' etc.
so he strated tlakin to em an getin theyre storeis. he siad mosly they we're resignd to there fate but a few here an theire yerrned for fredom an wuld stop at nothign to acheive it. life is brief an harsh for umberalas but they share a certain austere cameradery. aftar bad windstroms tehy wept for they're falen brothers.
ultimatly my frenid disapered. his boddy was nevar found.
they musta figurd he knew too much.
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Not all umbrellas are nice.
Mine lives in a cupboard, jostling for the other useless stuff and praying for rain.