Friday, August 31, 2012

"couple skulls, jug"

Naw, naw, tweren't that sort, tweren't a toothloosener at all.

So what was it?

Twere a shrug, still is. Known what it tweren't more than what twas, that makes sense.

Aye, surely does.

Apophatic, 'tis. Liken it to that line of thinking about the divine.

The ideal word, certes. What else was it not, sides a toothloosener?

Tweren't a seambender. They's known, aye?

More'n care to admit, alas.

Tweren't an illplaced spade, neither.

Never had that particular trouble.

'Tis awful. Awful.

Surely. Hateful in its clumsiness.

Certes. Lessee. Tweren't a seepage. Tweren't wormcrawl. Tweren't replotting.

Venture something?

Can't. Said tweren't, not twas.

Misheard. Statement, not inquiry.

Pray venture forth, then.

Epiphany.

Tweren't.

Theophany.

Certes tweren't. Ventured a far piece, now.

Aye. Twas too close to absurdity's bosom. Pardon.

Given, long as the bottle comes hither.

Gladly. 'Tis an hour ripe for mulling, after all.

Thankee. A lifetime?

Less there's a reckoning before.

Hold, hold, there--