[may i have your attention please(?),]

- may i have your attention please(?), ol' ecology jean, yours truly, hast rescued a rather existential item from the perilous pits of plastic! behold!   the hacky sack lives!           imp from the perilous pits of plastic came you, o my little lost hacky sack(!) ... beaten faded skin and  bruised purple livid smallredstringaneurysm  from  airsicknessstress in sad synthetic elastic, you glide through the air in our manifested physical rhythm of   smack snap ka chish  ka chish... sailing}}}  elapse-- pass-- slip--            with ever moving, with ever failing, grace.         failing because we,       the faithful fixed upon the ground with invisible strings,     failing because we fail you. --and we jump pass and play it,  we laugh crack and sail it...   into the midday sun  where the beams of light are unbroken   c a u s i n g     nefarious fits of missing antic tricks rush>>>   & he's caught the sack between neck and shoulder, the standing wait to see what improvisations of hackation he will paint before us...  in amusing discourse comes this descant   & the ditty continues... snap  snap    >>>    play it!  >>>  dro[p]...  >>>    maneuver,  in all  non chalant concentration but he is focus  \\  in straining his condescension                                and Achilles'  tendon merely the writer, the wanderer, is a miffy old eccentric. standing to help form the circle, the circle of hackysackation. -i found a dying hacky sack in a trash can for plastic bottles. "imp" was the first utterance it made. the kid who '..strains his condescension and Achilles tendon..' is a fren .. Mr. Nathan Seamon --he's a hacky sack playin' show off.. -not that i mind. Written December 14th, 2001 © on Dec 14 2001 01:28 PM PST   10 • 14