If a parachute school was to open
next to my house just after midnight
[which is when I would have had a few]
I'm sure I'd be up for lessons,
bravery coming from the existential
nature of its appearance rather than the
booze, and after a suitable period of
tuition, freefalls would be my first
choice of action because that's where all the
excitement seems to be, and then I'd go for
precision landing - perhaps between the
two green sheds in the back garden
trying to avoid the car that is my only real
possession of apparent status.
An interesting vision-you parachuting into your garden. Quite surreal but quirky! Tx
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