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Wednesday Psalm: Gras Gras & The Town of Two Circles
The Gras Gras occupied the last remaining satellite villa...
The Gras Gras occupied the last remaining satellite villa, having swallowed up all other satellite villas.
The Gras Gras were the last remaining clan, having swallowed up all other clans.
The Gras Gras ran the ultimate scam, having swallowed up all other scams.
It had been this way for some time.
The Gras Gras, aboard their satellite villa, orbited a desolate planet. They occupied their remaining time with victorious toasts and gluttonous feasts and, in contrast to later feel good tales of karmic comeuppance, they occupied their villa and their space and their place in the cosmos with a harmonious, joyous, and spiritually satiated sense of having served their purpose.
As the oxygen ran out on their satellite villa, the Gras Gras, having swallowed up all the other oxygen, lowered their heads for a final family prayer, the same prayer the Gras Gras had prayed nightly for as long as their had been Gras Gras:
May our happiness inflict misery
May our health cause disease
May our safety unleash violence
May we serve our higher purpose of crushing the spirits and hopes and dreams of others
The Gras Gras raised their glasses in harmonious joy one last time, then lost consciousness.
The Town of Two Circles
An ancient town in B’s southern hemisphere lies on the border of high desert and rain forest. The town is split into two tribes: one native to the high desert, the other native to the rain forest. The town is comprised of two circles, each circle three-quarters within each tribes’ native land. The high desert tribe walks clockwise along their circle in perpetuity, the rain forest tribe does the same in a counterclockwise direction. If either tribe were to stop walking, even for food or sex, the town would no longer exist. This is how it’s always been: a quarter of one’s life is spent in contact with the other tribe. This, it appears, has kept the peace longer than any other town.
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