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- From: gooley@netcom.com (Mark. Gooley)
- Subject: toil under isinglass breakfasts who laugh at your new face
- Message-ID: <1993Jan26.180129.122@netcom.com>
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- Organization: Dostoyevskian Characters, plc
- Date: Tue, 26 Jan 1993 18:01:29 GMT
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- Jane reached up her left nostril and found the tip of the dachshund's
- tail. Gently she pulled the dog out of her frontal sinus, a woodchuck in its
- mouth. "How much wood could you chuck," she asked the woodchuck, "if you
- could chuck wood?"
- "Let's have sex," said the woodchuck in a whistling but readily
- comprehensible voice.
- "Okay," said Jane, and with a Ginsu (tm) knife given her by a
- Scottish expert on logic programming she slit the dachshund's belly open
- and removed a female-woodchuck suit. She stapled the wound shut and put
- the costume on, and after they had had sex on the zebra skin next to the
- drill press, they smoked joints: the male woodchuck smoked an elbow and
- the Jane woodchuck an ankle.
- Both woodchucks peeled off their woodchuck costumes with a banana
- peeler, revealing two identical Janes. "There's room in the world for only
- one of us," said the Jane who had been the male woodchuck.
- "Yes," said the original Jane. "Overpopulation is a problem. I
- guess we have to fight to the death?"
- "Afraid so," said the other.
- They began by trying to strangle each other. Next came jars of
- cold cream and peanut butter (swirled together and sold under the name
- "Nuts 'n' Ponds' (tm)" at druggeries in Finland and Bohemia) hurled at
- the head, frozen penises, Stephen King (tm) novels, cans of Potted Meat
- Food Product (tm), dielectric materialism, views on homosexual marriage,
- rubber panties with hermaphroditic and Wurlitzer (tm) organs molded into
- them, and human thigh bones. They grappled with each other and grappling
- hooks, clawed at each other's faces with claws imported from Zimbabwe and
- removed from drunken lions, and nibbled at their own sexuality.
- I dropped everything and by to find the identical women fencing
- with butcher knives and fencing material (barbed wire named Barb that
- ran pantyhose and a suite shop where one could buy hotel suites, musical
- suites, etc.). I separated them with a separator funnel which I had
- concealed in a hollow molar along with my lunch, a change of clothes,
- and a small Italian village where the peasants produced a goat cheese
- flavored with urine and menstrual blood. "Why can't you two just be
- twin sisters?" I asked them.
- The Jane who had been the male woodchuck bit the head off the
- dachshund before answering. "I don't know," she said. "It seems so
- pointless."
- "Will you marry me?" I asked her.
- "No," she said. "Try her," she added and multiplied, gesturing
- towards the other Jane.
- "Sure," she said, and we climbed onto her silken magic carpet,
- flew through the stucco and gelatine wall of her immobile home, and after
- a circumnavigation during which we ate fingernails and birds and bats we
- caught on the wing (those flying fingernails are hard to catch), we landed
- in Reno, where we were married at a chapel by a Kappellmeister. Unfortunately
- we visited a casino and she gambled me away bit by bit, and they used the
- bits to augment showgirls: bone for prettier facial features, muscle for
- firmer limbs, fat for bigger breasts, brains for enough intellignece to
- handle complicated dance routines.
- My consciousness is spread over the brains of 37 young women, and
- on toast. Jane supports herself by telekinetically and telepotentially
- controlling slot machines, changing her shape so that the casino management
- will not evict her for winning regularly, and promoting her own irregularity
- with constipation-inducing drugs, even though I have told her through one
- of the women I somewhat control that she is full of shit for doing so. She
- shows up loyally, in various guises, at shows, and I seek her altered figure
- with up to 37 pairs of womanly eyes -- when their owners let me.
- Showgirls are nice people and none of them have tried to evict the
- splinter of me-consciousness, but I wonder about Machiavelli's right testicle
- sometimes when one of them is having sex.
-
- Mark.
- gooley@netcom.com
-