RAINBOW CLOWN NEWS

Old Genius Jars, I’ll tell you a think or two about that old so n so, was the thing Munz was telling his daughter Lindsay, and meanwhile the cable car was falling from the wire, falling down into the ravines of the alps, the green and pleasant ravines of dying often, and the moon dangling its trans fat moon glum beams of light upon the falling cable car dropping like stones was an uptight point of view. Lindsay wasn’t paying attention to any of this, was reading the novel by Edward V, was thinking that it was a good sort of novel, was enjoying the type of thing that it was. It was certainly a novel type of thing, she was thinking. And while all of this was going on, that cable car, it was really falling faster now, down to those ravines of extreme bad endings with blood covering the white cauldrons of snowscape plantations, high altitude death wishes so cold you can barely take photographs afterwards, during the whole dreary aftermath of the thing, when they check the teeth to see who it was who was in the cable car in its glorious pre death period.

The daughter of Genius Jars was thousands of miles away and would not have cared what any old man had said about her magnificent father if she had known. She was on a beach. It was an enjoyable time.