Michael Malone - Weebly

"I have no idea, but help yourself, I'll be right back."
Tracy was going to punish Evelyn just a little bit for
being so secretive about not coming to England with her
and Beanie. "Louie, shall we?"
"With you, doll. Nice ah meet yah," he said to Mrs.
Troyes and winked. She floated into Tracy's house.
As they climbed to the top of the town burial
ground, Mrs. Canopy and Mr. Daytona saw a young
couple in white photographing Victory over Death,
Louie's abstract expressionist rendering from rendered
Buicks. He didn't like it anymore. "That's a piece of
junk," he told the admirers, but they, moving away,
shook their heads in affable disagreement. "That's not
art." He confessed to his benefactress that he'd been
wrong in what he'd said to her on Wednesday.
Hab did have something going for him on the
pipeline. It was time to stop messing in the minimal and
the personal and the farcical Marxical. They'd all gone
wrong, back the last ten years, jumping off the
bandwagon and then barfing on it. All that pop and op
and color field and do your body like dumb old Porko
Fulawhiski sticking a knife in himself for a couple of