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- From: gooley@netcom.com (Mark. Gooley)
- Subject: delicious sprockets squirm with relief
- Message-ID: <1992Nov19.183038.7859@netcom.com>
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- Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1992 18:30:38 GMT
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- The spirit of carnauba wax filled her veins, and she precipitated
- out of solution and formed the scum of the earth in the secret places of
- the stares of the incredulous crowd. Sigmoid Frund, the great-uncle of
- modern cycle-analysis and S-shaped, brought his colonoscopy instruments
- and played a sonata on them, enchanting her into the form of a slug made
- of motor-oil meringue. With spoons chipped by robotic beavers from human
- skulls, the mob attacked and ate her. I levitated above this sorry scene,
- taking notes for posterity and a newspaper article I was writing about
- Grenoble, wondering about Canberra and eels.
- When the bustle had died down and women no longer enhanced their
- backsides so arsiduously, I plummeted gently to the rubber paving-bricks
- of the circular square, landing in front of the equestrian statue of
- Trigger, Roy and Buck and Mister Rogers' horse, mounted on a stallion and
- gimbals that would never tell Macy's Tanks-giving Day Parade. Unorthodox
- priests, incensed, were censing it with incense, insensible of the
- nonsensicality of the act and of my presence. The words of their chants
- were from songs unpopularized by Elves' Parsley, but the tunes were based
- on debased Ambrosian Chant that sounded ambrosial nevertheless, nevermore.
- A strong hand raised me from the pavement; it was attached to a
- beautiful blonde Amazon from the Amazon, six foot two of hard muscle sheathed
- in soft woman-skin. Her wistful gray eyes had the maternal tenderness of
- a good steak, and I melted into a blob of disgusting jelly, which she
- carefully wrapped in a used garbage-can and ocean liner and sailed into the
- Atlantic. By the third day out, I had pulled myself together into a
- sensitive Alan Alda type, whom she disdained and threw overboard to the
- rare salt-water piranhas that swam in our Finnegans wake.
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- Mark.
- gooley@netcom.com
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