It is 4 in the morning. The tv is on but the sound is low. The fan blows on level three keeping it nice and cool in my room."Click click click click" then "tap tap tap tap" on the window by my feet. I think it is the tv, but it is something far worse than any fictious program. What is tapping on the outside of my window is desperation. She is dressed with the stench of her past that has now threatened the spring-time of her new forms and shapes; colors and draperies. Yes, she is form-fitted and ready to pursue one of her last momentary lapses of consciousness; this one is item number B14732. Tonights episode is "The love triangle, so now what?"
I get to hear how she has once again betrayed her true love by opening her legs up to another woman. I tell her,"Now listen, you need to think about the bigger picture that hangs on the wall of infinity." She quits her bitching for a second, loads up her right arm as if to hit something, and then proceeds to kick me in the balls as hard as I have ever been kicked before. I fell gasping for air. I could see the light and hear the music. It was truely magnificent and I was prepared. Anything was better than the pain I had at that moment in time.
She yelled,"Oooh, hey, are you ok?" How could I speak, I was a dead man. She fell to her knees as I started turning blue. She kept saying,"stay with me, breathe, breathe!" I finally caught some air and began to breathe. I needed to check and see if I could still pee so I walked slowly and with great pain to the side of the building nearby to see if there was still a jingle to my jangle. There was no success and my life was forever changed and all because I said she needed to look at the infinitive picture or something like that.
I still hear the sound of her foot impacting with great force some things that are very near and dear to me. I still hear the tapping noises in my sleep.To this day if I hear anything that resembles those sounds, I will fall to the ground like a freshly cut tree in the forest.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
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