NINE: THE ROAD TO SURGERY WAR

To find the road to surgery war, you follow the surgery war road signs. To find the signs to surgery war road, you follow the signs that point to the signs. To find the signs that point to the signs you follow the signs that point to the pointing. To find the signs that point to the pointing, the best way to find them is just ask the question, just ask someone, just ask someone, just ask someone or some two or too.

Cyclops asks a little bit, Cyclops asks a lot in fact. He asks the audience every time, should I go left, should I go right, should I go back or strain in forward, but the audience doesn’t care or comment, it just want to watch the smash up.

The road is the road to surgery war, the road is the road both straight and curving, the road has its whiskers and even its face, and when you forget it, there still is a trace.

The road has an ode that is all about road, and if you plant seeds there, you say you have sowed, and if it is bended, it might just be bowed, and if you must carry, you call it a load, and if one is pushing, you call it a goad, and if you are jumping you might be a toad, so take this here road, you follow the road.

Cyclops with his name for code, his feet for mode, his body for load, he takes to the road, and sings it its ode. He sings the road song, and he sings sight and wrong.

How many roads

Must I walk to walk this road

How many roads

Could there be

The answer my friend

Is far too many roads

The answer is far too many roads.

And the road was bad, and the road was many, and the road was twists, and the road was other old-fashioned dances, and the road was dinner, but there was no sustenance, and the road was quite itself, as far away as the furthest dream of middle night.

And he thought so much of Dingy Bahsome, and he thought of the she who was guiding him to flee, and he thought of the her who made him want so pure, and he thought of the image that made him want to go to surgery war.

She was light the light in the road night and he danced in his mind, and he danced with her picture, and they were brain partners and she took him by the Cyclops hand down this road.

It got darker and much worse, and then he heard the bombing, and then he heard the scalpels, and he wanted to go back, he wanted to just turn and turn around, he wanted to turn turn turn for he could smell the burn burn burn, the small the big the loud the stench the rumble the bumble the bee the scree of burning flesh, and cut and blood, and he wanted to walk backwards, but he told himself forwards, and it was Dingy Bahsome that kept him in the war direction, the thought of her, the bought of her, the shape of her, the inside ape of her, and he stayed his course, he kept to the road.

It was dark, it was mangy, it was dungy it was tony, but still he slogged his walk walk walk, and to keep himself aroused and impressed, he made a brain inside talk talk talk. And to keep his spirits, and to keep it up, and to keep his brain in tact, he made a dinner commencement speech. And the thing that he repeated, and the story that he told, was the advice he got from Scrunchyface, no matter if it was young or old. And this advice, which he said to himself on the road and in his brain, was as simple as a simple, was just words but just enough, and he said it to himself, and he said it over and over again like marching footsteps, “The best of all possible you is in somebody else’s shoes.”