The Corduroy Mtn. Last Saturday D.C. Porder My best friend vanished into a taxi which was a portal to a different dimension. A python Z-ed across the pavement. I called Christina on a floating intercom and we agreed to wait for the subway for 77 years. My skin wrinkled into the surface of the moon. I puked onto the hood of a flying car at age 96. Christina said, "You should clean that up." Then I died. previous | next Added to The Corduroy Mtn. on January the twenty third in the year two thousand and nine.