I put the letter inside the envelope and the stamp upon the envelope
and the address as well unto the return address thereof, mail without
end, amen.

But...

At the other end of the city, a secret meeting.  Are they plotting to
destroy the universe?

The city at night, the nighty at night, the city at city, op cit,
loc cit, non sequitur, ad infinitum.

Down toward Green Street there was a fruit market.  They sold apples,
bananas, pears, peaches, plums, grapes, nectarines, cumquats, kiwis,
grapefruit, pomegranates.  Natural sugar, natural high, don't drop
dead or know the reason why.  Fruit is the healthy alternative.
But money is the wealthy alternative.

The postal receptacle was in the center of the park.  The queue
stretched clear out to Morton Avenue.  Lots of people must've written
letters that night.

A city was sighted, a city was cited.  Mark that remark.

At the very top of the Burton Building lives a dog.

This is a portrait of our city.  Please don't cry.

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I have a vague memory of having written the above.

I have lost even that vague memory and am thinking of disowning it.

I feel an urge to apologize.

Whoa, even "I" have never been that drukn!!

And I have no memory of entering this tiem either.

I have no memory of having read this item.

I have no memory whatsoever of this item.

I have no memory.

I'll sell ya some, cheap.

Everybody forgets about this item but nobody does anything about it.

I think we need to *educate* the people who claim they have forgotten.  IT
is only through knowledge that the people can be moved to action.

F'rinstance, what about that dog at the top of the building?  Anyone have
any insight on this?

At the top of the Burton Building it is.

And what of said dog?  What bearing has he on the sad tale of the city?

Oh, now I remember this item.  Sorry.

What's that about a dog with a bear's tail?

I should not have told you of the dog.  For dogs are not allowed in
the Burton Building.

Maybe it was a bear with a dog's tail?

Someone bare?  With a dog's tale?

A bear tale?

yessum.

I am looking for reliable gargoyles, not dogs, any ideas?

You're looking for "really a bull" gargoyles?  All I've got are a
winged simp and a winged lion.

Yes, but at the very top of the Dental Building lives a chair.
Or once lived.
Until it was evicted.
Now it lives in the garbage pit at the far end of a forgotten alley.

Such is the tragedy of modern life, the meaninglessness of existence, and poor
garbage disposal facilites.

Forgotten alley? How'd it become forgotten? Last time I checked, the girl
scouts had killed it. And yet we don't morn the poor dead alley? What a pity.

We should have a funeral.
Put flowers on it's grave, perhaps.
But where do you get a pit that big?

Miles...not such a bad name, is it? Shane's better, tho'. (You know, this is
all Lynn's fault...and Dean's, who we need to write) I like it. You should
keep it. Weird stuff (junk) will happen to you.

Oh, it already does.  Just you wait - it tends to spread...

"Well, I guess that now that I've thrown in my lot with you, I can expect
weird things to happen to me too."

Well, it's onward and downward to the mailroom ofor me.

Definitely Lynn's fault.

"Don't look now, but while you were philosophizing, Oscar escaped."

And no, you're not Romeo. Shut up and sit down.

This scene.. all of it.. will soon turn into a funky, psychedelic 
Godzilla look-a-like movie.  And I shall be the star.  And I shall 
conquer.  For I am the monster that shall eat Ann Arbor.

If dogs are not allowed in Burton Tower, then the dog must still be atop: he
cannot climb down.  So his letter must still be unmailed.

yum yum delicious doggy.

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