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I“I am telling you for the last time sir
that this is not a pipe!”
“Then what am I suppose to do with it?” with careful disgust he took the
thing out of his mouth and with unwelcome aggression threw it upon the
floor where it smacked into evaporating pieces of a forsaken history that
has become too torn to be buried and forgotten. How was he supposed to get
on with his life now? If only he had brought his revolver then he could
just shoot his brains out, which on the other hand seemed so messed up and
as he came to think of it: more than likely his revolver was not a weapon
at all! (For instance, to bring certain clarification; he always was
greatly confused about the words pistol and piston; concerning which his
therapist had told him it was a Jungian slip.) There was just no way he
could believe it! Now what was he going to do with all that tobacco? No
way he was going to chew it and become like one of those garage owners out
there in the middle of nowhere with disgustingly browned teeth.
It was a messed up reality! It really was! All of this required some real
careful thought and deliberation; yes: one must think in a situation like
this … you know with the brain and not with that element partaking of
Freudian libido. Hang in there! Just hang! Everything will be ok!
“Will you shut up?” with passionate annoyance he spoke to that guy
standing next to him in the shimmering bleakness.
“I was only trying to help, you see … I bought this book the other day
about the appearance of things, turns out these things happen! What you
must realize …” his slurred speech got lost in the swelling rupture of a
tumultuous voice announcing that now it was time for the great Strombini
to take the stage. Finally he would come and take that grand stage to show
his imaginary tricks of this illusion:
A B R A C A D B R A
Now that is something; purely amazing …
rabbits out of hats, we all have seen that, so cliché! But a cockroach!
Now that is truly magnificent! If there was one thing he always wanted to
see, it had to be for someone to be sawed in half and to witness all the
entrails hanging out of the body and then just as you are about the scream
bloody murder that poor sod gets put together again: becomes a whole
again. Makes you wonder what that person might have experienced, what the
memories might be like...
Ach … the world that is our oyster; such a weird and wonderful place
really, who knows what might happen and when … The strangest he ever had
heard was about this married couple who shortly after dinner initiated the
act of sex. The man began to pump the woman! Funny noises erupted from her
mouth but then that was usual during intercourse not (amplified coitus for
string orchestra and voices). Now get this: after coming (tadpole
disposition) he noticed a slight stiffness and obstruction during the
fading finale of removing his manhood; anyway, after some moments of
morbid curiosity and the embarrassment of flashing lights; the sad reality
of it all was that a little seed had gotten stuck between her teeth during
dinner and as they were doing the in-out thing (some call it binary
language games, others upheld the law that sex is divine communication
using Morse signals) the seed had come loose and what he thought were
noises of pleasure was actually the sound of her chocking. Love and death
they are close are they not? Odd really, would you not say so?
Slowly he walked out of the plumbing store: they had no pipe and no plums.
What is this world getting to? Odd so very odd! And then suddenly he felt
as if he had missed something!
(c) 2007 Steven van Neste
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