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- From: gooley@netcom.com (Mark. Gooley)
- Newsgroups: alt.non.sequitur,talk.bizarre
- Subject: is it germane? Jackson or Greer? and what of that wombat woman?
- Message-ID: <1993Jan21.161246.2957@netcom.com>
- Date: 21 Jan 93 16:12:46 GMT
- Followup-To: alt.fan.gooley
- Organization: Dostoyevskian Characters, plc
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- She cut open her belly with a utility knife provided by the phone
- company, and removed from her large intestine a package of microwave popcorn.
- I thanked her for it, and she smiled through her agony, the blood spoiling
- her skirt and shoes. I left her to die and climbed sixty-three flights of
- stairs and fancy to get to the nearest microwave oven, a great hulking
- beast and Hogan of one, made from a Soviet radar installation sold to us
- cheap by the Latvian government. As I ascended, the popcorn explained to
- me its religious and philosophical beliefs. It claimed to be a polytheist,
- but especially devoted to the Goddess of Microwaveable Foods, Debiboon.
- It believed in communal property and cheese, and was spouting Marxist theory
- when I popped it into the oven and turned on the power. In twenty seconds
- the bag and its contents were smoldering and African-American -- sorry, I
- mean black -- but I ate the entire charred mess anyhow.
- That night I dreamt that I was a midget playing the xylophone and
- a Munchkin in an Italian remake of "The Wizard of Oz," with Clint Eastwood
- as a mysterious drifter who gets Emerald City painted red and shoots the
- Wizard dead with bullets made of ravioli frozen in liquid nitrogen as he
- says, "Proceed to construct a day for me," in Hungarian. In the morning I
- woke to find a young woman in bed next to me, acting as if she were my wife;
- the bedroom was strange and when I looked at my own body it was different
- from the one I was used to. She pushed the bleached-blonde hair from her
- face and entirely off her scalp; a slot opened in her forehead and she
- said mechnically, "Please insert...twenty...dollars for continued service,"
- over and over again. I ran in terror and my Boxer shorts (Boxer Rebellion
- surplus) from the room, from the house, from the suburban housing development
- (designed by the housing-developmentally disabled), all the way to downtown.
- At a "New You" franchise I became a Belgian businessman, and within two days
- as was with my loving wife and nymphomanical incestuous teenaged daughter
- in our home in a small town near Antwerp.
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- Mark.
- gooley@netcom.com
-