We

We

All

Smell

Like

Vanity

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Moscow Mule -Original Short Story 

My mental clarity wavers often. I allude to nothing.
“Hey, Marty! You want another Moscow Mule?” Sloan asked me. Her cleavage shimmered under the light.

“No thanks. What I would like is a date with you, sweet thing.” I replied.

“Oh please!” You wouldn’t even know what to do with me, Marty!”

Sloan wiped clean the table next to mine. She winked at me while doing it. She always winked at customers.
“I’m pretty sure I can think of a couple things to do with you.” I chewed on a breadstick and pretended to be interested in the basketball game on T.V. 
“You’re so nasty, Marty!”

Sloan smiled then walked back towards the bar.
Interesting thoughts invaded my consciousness. I tried to think of something else but found it difficult.

The memory of my pet turtle, Spartacus, flashed before me for some reason. I was eight years old when he ran away to join the circus. 

He didn’t really join the circus. That’s just what I told myself to cheer myself up. Though, he was a pretty clever turtle. 
“Hey, buddy!” You don’t wanna’ mess with Sloan. She’s a wild succubus.” An overweight bearded guy commented from the booth behind me.

“Oh really? I figured as much. I’m not looking for anything serious.” I replied then bit into a lime wedge.
A group of inebriated basketball fans cheered loudly at the sight of their team winning.
“Today’s your lucky day, Marty! My shift just ended. So, what do you say we go back to my place?” Sloan grabbed my hand and gently squeezed.

“If we must, we must.” I slapped her buttocks as we walked out into the parking lot.
My mental clarity wavered again. I then awoke from my alcohol induced fantasy. That was the last time I had a Moscow Mule.

Nationality 

In and out 

Out 

In

Side(s)

Is there

A

Substitution 

For

Consciousness 

???

Sentience 

Is 

Not

Absolute 

Not

Guaranteed 

By any

Stretch 

Of

An unknown 

Unused 

Unstretched 

Imagination 

Nation 

Salvation 

Our

Current 

Nationality 

Offers 

No one 

Any kind of

Lasting 

Compassion 

(passion)

We spit

On

One another 

Then 

Call it

Patriotism 

Pride 

We hurl insults

To invoke 

The

First 

Amendment 

And

Justify 

The

Second 

Amendment 

Why?

Why?

(Why not?)

Why not

Try

To

Get along 

With

Each other 

While we

Still 

Inhale the

Same

Oxygen 

And

Drink the

Same

Contaminated 

Water (!)

Why not?

Must

We

All

Be blind 

On

The

Inside 

And

Outside 

!!!

Must we?

If there is

A substitution 

For consciousness 

Why don’t we

Take it? (Kill it)

No Answer (Gut)

Pill formed 

Gut 

Misinformed 

Gender 

Stereotypes 

Devour 

Dated 

Rituals 

Tragic 

Narcissistic 

Traditions 

Such as

This

This

This

Monolithic 

Void

We call

“Normal”

(Am I philosophical?)

Where’s the answer?

Pills are 

No answer