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Just a Little Infinite Jest for the Swamis
was all hopelessly obscure to the observer. The fight had been
going on for some time. The saint was gone and the new priest
had ordered a sneaky break-in. Tapes were confiscated and then
the senior monk on the property had been quarantined. But this
had happened oh, so long ago. It was just a bedbug myth. The
Memorial day crowds were now out in full force. So were the
ghostly swamis in their long orange robes.
telling you, they knew it was coming, " said the elder
man in the faded overalls. " Knew what? " The observer
asked in a deceivingly involved manner. " They knew it
was coming and did nothing. It's just like Pearl Harbor all
over again. " The observer leaned into the conversation
and continued asking questions with this green dry look. "
Who knew? " The elder man shouted out, " the big boys.
Who else? " It was great to be such a really fouled-up
21st century son of a bitch. Someone who could then empathize
with all those sons of bitches from the recently passed century.
crowds were still milling around the grey spectacular property.
It was a cold day. But the sun was out anyway; and those who
came only for the free food would never be disappointed. Of
course, those who came to pray would do so too. " Why did
yuh bring me here to this stink'n place? " A child-like
and handsome man was now whining to his girl-friend. "Jesus,
how's this gonna help my stock portfolios. I mean, really? "
The girl-friend was ignoring him simply; and reading a Brazilian
book on Shiatsu. It was filled with cheap entertainments; and
had these photos of silly wheel-chaired men.
I'm telling you. THEY KNEW IT WAS COMING and they didn't do
a damn thing about it. Absolutely nothing. " It was just
like a comic strip obliquely featuring Sparky the penguin. "
They were making an oil-pipeline deal with the Taliban and they
just didn't really want to know anything about it. " The
elder man kept complaining. The observer knew they were constantly
being spied upon by the high priest's men. One was a short German
with a thin and squeaky voice who was always listening to Hawaiian
music and just disappearing behind those murky trees. Close
to the men's retreat house. The German had actually participated
in that mysterious break-in so long, long ago. And it seemed
like ancient history with its old, thin and withered lips.
global-brain was still being born as the space shuttles limped
slowly along to those huge lunar gas-stations next to Alabama.
Dust storms were also fiercely hitting up on Jupiter, Pluto,
and Mars. And the Milky Way had been caught squarely in the
act of shredding this very huge and ancient star cluster. It
was such a bad galaxy
. The observer could dimly see those
tell-tale, hungry signs of stellar debris still smeared darkly
against the morning skies. He then knew that Mother had finally
arrived and that she still, hadn't lost her special touch.
Terrors and Synchronicity for a Friday Evening
radio was blaring about something in Afghanistan. No TV was
allowed in the holy house. It was just learning, learning, learning
all day. No riding bicycles, no trips to Marine world USA and
certainly no talking to the neighbors. The Lord had simply forbidden
it. The Rabbi adjusted his hat as he walked downstairs to his
office. These were strange days indeed. All was sheer confusion.
galleon had mysteriously appeared by the bay. It was old and
it was small like a mattress left next to an old windowsill.
Somehow the boat had gone across the blue ocean and simply disappeared
hundreds of years ago. And during that time, there was no internet,
no telephone, certainly no planes and no cars. Just a simple
silence like left-over cigarettes in a dark plastic ashtray.
The Rabbi had a headache. There was nothing in the holy Midrash
about these Spanish galleons appearing out of nowhere. It told
only about these ministering angels and those holy messengers
from the most high. Also that the eventual destruction of the
terribly wicked was most assured.
unknown to most, the bay itself was very shallow. Hydraulic
mining during the gold rush had pushed so much sinister silt
into the freezing underwater valley that it was just thirty
to eighteen feet deep in most places now. Also these man-made
landfills had reduced all the fresh water making it hard for
the bay to just flush itself, get dressed and pull up its green
Do me a favor, Mendel. Close the door. " The Rabbi said
in a hushed tone. A small child's hand pushed it shut. Somewhere
in the universe the radio was now blaring about nuclear war
in India. About these idiots in the Pentagon and about Korea
and Indonesia just getting drunk on moonshine and tenderness.
" Tati! " a muffled voice was crying from the other
side of the thick door. " There's a big marsh-mellow trying
to get into the house. It's on fire too and it's smoking a lot.
What should I do? " The Rabbi lifted his head from his
book with an annoyed jerk and said: " Mendel, go play with
your sister, please. I'm busy. " The muffled voice yelled
" I can't. It's blocking the door
no. That's not quite it.
no. That won't do either.
writer slouched back into his chair. War was in the air and
he had to find an ending soon
Sexy Girl Wanted for Long-term Mutual Debauchery and Pleasure
cars were roaring along the freeway to San Rafael. America was
leading the civilized world in a titanic struggle against unknown
terror. She was steam-boating in the Utah desert. The Feds were
furiously reorganizing with a high-ball in their face in order
to improve collapsing domestic security; and a new cabinet position
was being created now second only to the DOD that would simply
handle all this BS with a steamy baritone kind of voice.
young woman was precariously cradling the cell-phone to her
ear with one hand, as her other hand was furiously dancing with
the steering wheel. " I dunno. I'm just really speechless,
you know. He was really this misleading ass. I mean, couldn't
he have just come up with something really more tactful? "
The voice on the other line was inaudible.
Drooling fools everywhere were parading in the evening. The
speeding cars were getting lost in kitchen vineyards. "
Couldn't he have just had the guts to call me. You know, and
tell me how he really feels about me? It's pathetic. He was
just pretending. I mean
."when these giant stars start
exploding they just show these irregular blasts that create
these gnarly globs of space; and these kinds of supernovas can
then unleash energies that can briefly outshine any galaxy.
driver at the wheel was starting finally to tear. "I mean,
I'm not picky, and I'm open to meeting new people. You know,
I'm not desperate and I'm fun, and I'm really cute. I like singing
in the shower, and hanging out with all kinds of cool friends,
I like hiking, running, and trying out new things. I mean gosh,
why did he behave like such a jerk. I mean I could have taken
him and shown him some monkeys and watermelon juice and you
know, I'm just sexy as hell! "
conferencing was now really booming since nine-eleven. One hundred
and thirty million cell phones were discarded every year in
America. About 65,000 tons! They were also shrinking in size
and weighing only three ounces. They also contained toxic elements
like arsenic, lead and zinc. " I mean did he just want
a blow-job right away or what? " She was crying. The freeway
was getting dark. The buddahs were also just waking up. Serious
issues were being discussed now like transport and border security,
also something obliquely called emergency preparedness and also
serious counter-measures for biological, chemical, and nuclear
attack. Hemingway and Salinger were also really laughing. "
I mean I'm a nice girl. " She pleaded. " aren't I
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