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- ...presents... Boredom and Innocence
- by Obscure Images
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- >>> a cDc publication.......1991 <<<
- -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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- The sky was a brilliant blue, and there were no clouds in the sky, at
- least that is what Jim gathered from the brief opening of his eyes on that
- morning. It was a premature awakening, mostly because he had forgotten to
- close the shades on the window the night before. There was a sort of half-
- awake cursing coming from under the blankets where Jim tried vainly to get back
- to sleep in the searing sunlight.
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- There was no hope, of course. The devil sun ripped through the blankets
- and eyelids, making it impossible for him to return to the land of his
- dreaming. Jim settled into the inevitability of his awakening and rose
- from the waterbed, fully opening his eyes at the same time. There they were,
- like a god damned plague. The newly founded blurry spots that flew across his
- field of vision whenever his eyes were opened. The eye doctor, a real fucking
- quack if the truth must be told, told him that these "floaters" were caused by
- the vitreous humor in the eye detaching itself from the retina in a little
- spot, hence the blurring in those spots. The doctor said that they were
- permanent, and happen to everyone eventually, although to the extremely
- near-sighted they happened at a much younger age. Life is a bitch sometimes,
- and Jim was more than inclined to agree.
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- The world was a place of confusion to Jim these days, nothing seemed to be
- the way they used to be. His eye was fucking up on him, his body seemed to be
- going to the shitter, and he was living in a new place where there were no
- friendly faces to be found outside his house. At least there was the
- television to keep him company through the long days. The television was a
- good friend, at least up until the fucking floaters started getting in the way
- and fucking things up all the way.
-
- This day would turn out to be different than the previous ones, for better
- or worse one couldn't really tell until a far later date. After showering and
- dressing in his best clothes, he went downstairs to where his mother was
- vacuuming the floor. He said hello, she responded in kind, and that was the
- full scope of the conversation. He went to the closet and pulled out the good
- wool overcoat, and headed for the door. Stopping momentarily at the desk, he
- grabbed a leather folder full of examples of his art, and then walked outside.
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- There he was, in the place he hated more than anything, outside in the
- bright morning sun. There was no place that could be worse than that. Jim put
- on his sunglasses and climbed into his car. The car followed the road at some
- less than urgent promptings from Jim. It finally rolled to a stop outside a
- graphic arts studio. Jim exited the vehicle and went into the studio.
-
- The robot dance that was to follow is only important in a vague sense.
- To tell the whole story of the next 20 minutes would be monotonous and hardly
- worth reading. Let it suffice to be said that there were a lot of heads
- nodding, a lot of nervous stutters, a few tense moments, and at the end a smile
- and a handshake. There was a victory in the air, although from the emotions in
- the head of the robot named Jim, you really couldn't tell if the result was
- desired. Back in the car, Jim thought for a moment before the panic set in and
- he drove back home to be safely in front of the television set.
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