“Oh Sergei, do you think we’ll ever escape this festering plain, this landscape of ennui and emptiness, so that we can share our love as it was meant to be shared?”
“Mmphmh…mghmm…”
“What Sergei? I can’t hear you through my containment suit?”
“Mgnnnnn! Mgnnnn!”
“Oh, I love you too Sergei. Fishheads. We’ll have fishheads! And bathe our radiation sores together!”
“Gnnn!!! Gnnnn!”
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beautiful picture? of life thirty years from now.
is that one of the great lakes in the background? wait.., no, i think i’ve just eaten over my weekly quota of fish from lake ontario.
mary matalin gisher