Slaughterhouse-Five

So-and-So.

Somewhere a dog barked.

“‘I could carve a better man out of a banana.’”

So it goes.

knowing he was about to be kidnapped by a flying saucer.

So it goes.

So it goes.

So it goes.

So it goes.

The hobo could not flow, could not plop. He wasn’t liquid anymore. He was stone. So it goes.