He’d been in jail, beyond the pale lurching pale, barely surviving the pale hours… Alex had gratefully eaten jailhouse baloney, (amorously?)
The jailer’s wife served the baloney she’d fried herself on a hot plate.
No one in all New Orleans but the prisoners ate this poorly.
By the river, Alex’s dawdling is tormented by unpleasant fantasy.
Down by the river, this rodent, scurrying, this kid with the mike, who could swim, and wiggle, loves the light, the flute, the realm of fast breaks, a possum on the make, never fakes, testing waters with his big toe, his big big big big toe, into a big river, the mighty Mississippi.
“Let the sun evaporate river water” –God decreed exuberantly without hubris.
Yep. It is called evaporation. It is a natural process.
We assume there were natural processes in the Garden of Eden.
Spam of Human Affection 
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