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- From: gooley@netcom.com (Mark. Gooley)
- Newsgroups: alt.non.sequitur,talk.bizarre
- Subject: polyurethane faces: the food of love and micturition, said Elvis
- Message-ID: <1993Jan25.191306.24620@netcom.com>
- Date: 25 Jan 93 19:13:06 GMT
- Followup-To: alt.fan.gooley,alt.pets.chia
- Organization: Dostoyevskian Characters, plc
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- After she left the bathroom, leaving the toilet unflushed, her feces
- collected themselves together, climbed out, and changed into an exact
- duplicate of her. The duplicate admired her naked body in the mirror, sat
- on the toilet seat, defecated, and left the bathroom, again not flushing
- the toilet. The feces repeated the process, and so on, until there were
- fifteen copies in her apartment, not including the original, whom they
- overpowered, butchered, and started to fix for dinner.
- They had trouble finding enough clothes to fit them all: much of
- what she owned was in her dirty-clothes bag, and they soon ran out of bras
- and shoes. One of them went shopping for clothes and makeup, taking her
- car, while the others watched television, fixed dinner, or engaged in
- lesbian orgies that were essentially autoerotic. When the old woman next
- door knocked on the door to complain about the noise, they let her in and
- converted her to a costume which one of them put on, putting the excess
- flesh into the stewpot.
- By repeated defecations they reproduced, and made costumes out of
- everyone in the building. Soon everyone in the city was one of them in
- disguise, and the plague spread throughout the world. Within a year there
- were no other people in the world, and one May fifteenth everyone dismasked
- to reveal several billion identical young women, who ate the costumes and
- began defecating, reproducing their kind. The population grew exponentially,
- and somewhere Thomas Malthus smiled as the women began to kill each other
- for food.
- I was getting bored with this, so I put on my purse costume and
- teleported to a department store and waited to be purchased. A predatory
- shopgirl, fingernails red with dried gore from a customer she had savaged,
- saw through my disguise and sauteed me in camel fat until I became transparent
- and fit only for artists who work in asphalt. After a harrowing escape to
- Harrow, where the older boys tried to bugger me until I changed them into
- attractive lesbians, I became Sir Alec MacEnema, K. C. B., Bart. & Homer.
- I invaded the Channel Islands by channeling Coco Chanel, and the Arizona
- National Guard named me their Woman of the Year despite my gender. Out of
- shame they sent thuggish plastic surgeons to do gender-reassignment surgery
- on me, but they made delicious blender pastries and gave me severe diarrhea.
- A nice woman with big gray eyes and dull brown hair (her hair had
- an IQ of only 75 compared to her 149) fell asleep in my arms, and I realized
- that I was dreaming. I awoke as a hairy-nosed wombat.
-
- Mark.
- gooley@netcom.com
-