I Express Surprise

(The Lost Kafoozalum by Pauline Ashwell)

One of the beautiful things about a delusion is that no chicken got to get 
back in its shell. Therefore a delusion can be a fine thing.

I got lost twenty miles from home practicing emergency turns with no sharp 
edges but a kind of desolation.

Most people I know are angry belligerents. The second worst is also in bed 
picturing how to explain to her parents. I would prefer to think it is 
local art forms cause me to feel miserable.

I express surprise because she gave up thinking him perfect years ago.

I am crossing an open space.

I do not see. I cannot see and I cannot scream and I cannot find anything. 
I do not care for this at all.

I am at least fifty before it occurs to me to bite the hand. I discover it 
is plastic, not alive at all.

I confirm this statement and ask for explanations as though she had 
crashed.

    expert on the rehabilitation of
    arguing
    in whispers
    cargo-carrying, drop-shaped, and I only hope they don't
    offer hope of reconciliation
     
    an outside force seen to be
    impartially hostile

Gosh. Come to think of it you have not come from a planet somewhere.