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January 29, 2006

THE DAY MY PET ROCK DIED....

I wondered and wondered...where could I best bury my beloved rock. Should I wait for the new dump in the south or should I find a special place atop the pyramid in Ordot....oh, sleep on it, I thought!

A friend of mine used to tell me that if ever I had a problem that before I did anything on anything that was of any importance that 'I should sleep on it', well, today, my pet rock died, and I had to decide where to place its remains. I 'slept' on it, just as I was told. During the sleep, I had this dream, that I could find this once cool place with water at the bottom of the pyramid of trash by the villages of Chalan Pago and Ordot...but in the dream, I could only see dead catfish and dead shrimp and dead plants that had once flourished. I then climbed to the top of the pyramid to place my beloved pet but could find no place there so I fled to the new dump site in the south where I discovered a clan of people gathered, chanting chants of praise for this saviour in the laughing house known to the people of the kingdom of Gum who buys land and sells it cheap to migrants who come seeking the good life. They said for me to keep my pet in its velvet case awhile because it would not be placed in the south, their saviour promised this southern clan that he would do all in his power to never have the white man cause a dump to be placed near where he owned(oops, was that in the dream?) property. The chief of the clan who called all the morning talking stick shows was sure that this man would keep his word. He and others like him, known as the grassroots clan, would support this thinking man saviour to be again a member of the laughing kingdom and at that time, a new place would be created and at that time, I would be able to find a resting place for my beloved pet rock, and the saviour and his partners, probably the same ones that he has in the northern part of the kingdom of Gum would be saved from having a dump placed near their property where they could sell it to people who could build their shacks and their very own water wells and septic tanks.
The dream is clear....of course our friend the former doctor/slum lord doesn't want the dump in the south....he's probably got property somewhere next to/close to it....I'm sure someone who's in the media can get that information quicker/better/faster for you than I can....
Go for it, Samantha, I'm sure the folks at Land Management would love to help you out.....so far, you've been on target.

Posted by auntiecharo at January 29, 2006 11:03 PM

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