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Cocktails with the Moribund by Charlotte Corday
Current mood:  irritated
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
Recently I took a virtual cruise--something of a thrill for someone whose claim to fame was watching Marat get stabbed in his bath--and the cocktail of the day was called Sunrise/Sunset...
Very nice--but did t it have to have the same swirling pink meandering through its depths as formaldehyde?
You wouldn't want to see those pink cirrus clouds in a painting on velvet would you? And so what if a damn cocktail has orange juice and bitters? I don't need the vitamin C and, as a former French woman, who cares what the English like?
Anyhow, this cocktail might be okay for the living, but those of us who are living- impaired are, frankly, sick of the comparisons and the reminders...
Several former live-ones convened promptly at six in Salon Diederot for the Captain's Grog Chat. "Who did you?" says Marina, a 30 something with perfect skin that has not collapsed even after fifty years. I don't answer, I just sidle sideways, my pelvis clacking like high heels on cement.
Wasn't it enough that I had to watch my diet, my looks and avoid the thorns of deadly UV rays when I was alive?
Do I have to be reminded daily--especially on a virtual cruise--that my organs are nothing but a slovenly black anthill collapsed inside my ribcage?
I do not.
[Sigh.
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And if that ain't enough, go kick some granite. And consider yourself lucky to have feet attached to your anklebones.]
~Guest Blog by Charlotte Corday
7:47 PM
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