lonelessness
At last count, seventy-three gremlins are living in my knapsack. This is disheartening for two reasons. One being that gremlins can be both mysterious and mischievous. They can bring down aeroplanes undetected and have been known to throw horrendous surprise parties for the elderly, often involving hookers and heart attacks, not necessarily in that order. However, it is the other reason which is most irksome to my immediate environment. Namely, my knapsack contains my my precious of all world possessions, my raison d'etre, if you will.... You see, deep in the hollow darkness of my rucksack, certain, by now, to be fondled and cuddled in most unholy ways, is my lovely, flaxen-haired dolly, Bernice de La Fontaine.


