The Craziest Story You’ve Ever Read.

I know it was a certain brand of baby oil. Why wouldn’t it be? Enough of us took up the room with our own bodily space, but to each his own I guess. They all sat in a circle in the chairs while the music twirled and wrenched across the deepest blue. Far away, angels heard their screams and came to the rescue. It was the most beautiful piano solo I’ve ever heard. Every note since the existence of sound had come from this machine’s appendages. The movements were swift and delicate. If she didn’t continue to bring the same ones back over and over, you’re in for some serious trouble. Hollow doorsteps and meandering with scents all trouble-dipping and cracker-slapping with every beautiful step taken down the vanquished land of Heoratial. All the inhabitants felt as if they were a part of something bigger…they felt as if, collectively, they become one of the dawn of every new day and they were instantly awoken to a place unbeknownst to even the most keen observer. The liquidity of the whole situation saturated my being with a thick pureness meant only for the intimates and predecessors. I think I’d like an entire round extra than the acquired summation. Play it hard, Randy. Play it loud. Everyone knew him for that deep, rich sound that was essentially Pluto’s reincarnated earth burger. Oh it all started to make so much sense. The multitude of stray objects encompassing our beings hit them even harder than we thought possible. His language was unique. Rather, others knew it as a dialect. The funnels were long and occupied a vast space known only in this place as Wonder. He slapped all the geometricals back to a place they’d much rather be. Short of gasoline, the free radicals walked maliciously like they had been to far better regions. Round and round they went for what seems like an eternity. “I’m going, I’m going”, he stated. He made his move quickly. A large mixture of canines and money slipped through this grandiose cluster of fortified unsearchitude. It ended about 30 seconds after that, but not enough people were paying attention anymore. It had a bit of a hollow sound I guess. Everyone else saw him as a dirty little boy, but everyone else knew he just wanted to see the rest of the children on a one to one basis. Their coos and caws made the rest of us feel a bit inadequate inside. He probably wouldn’t have wanted to eat your soul more than anything else. I love the way he worded things. This little bugget is just a brief history of lantisms:

 

“Hey there, bugger. You look like you miss your father. Scream at them a little louder. Maybe they’ll hear you this time. Slip into it backwards and realize the truth. Everything in reverse is better for you than VITAMINS or internal lesions.”

 

This wasn’t the best part either. It felt a bit more intense in my right ear than in the left. I guess I would’ve faded away soon enough anyway. There was more juxtaposition in his left toenail than Rank initially had in his entire body. Maybe screaming was necessary. Maybe he could tell me the extent of his fears. Maybe he thought he knew enough about himself anyway that it really didn’t matter. Keep all of this in mind, for today is a mystical experience. If I could only explain to you the whiz-whaps and wurple-ratchets associated with his rambling. It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. I wanted no more of this. I realized something else of that he spoke of highly. It’s a rare occasion, but very worth it in the end:

 

“It’s not any easier to scrape a toothpick across guitar strings than it is to procrastinate your bubbling energy that flowed through every inch of his body. It was high pitched in a way he had never heard. He didn’t know his body was capable of such incredible feats. It fills me, like the belly of a German vegetarian. They were raised on potatoes. Eating meat wasn’t the worst part for any of them. It was trying to get their friends to do the same thing. The ones that grew up on potatoes. It was a revolution for every one of them. They had a few steps earlier, repositioned themselves in a place that would be felt throughout humanity. Not only was this a revolution, he saw it every day. After he wakes up, he feels different…very different. None of it felt right. Our friends weren’t any different than yours. Although he would frequently wave his gun around in obscene directions, it became very clear that he would end up one of those 50s scat men that thought they would eventually take over the world. He jumped a gap so far, he conjectured if his foot had even so much as grazed the edge, he wouldn’t be here today to tell this amazing story. AT least he was on the right track.”

 

These things made me feel very different. Really, it did feel right for the most part. Glowing ducks aren’t commonplace, at least they didn’t used to be. He always pulled out his didgeridoo at the most inopportune times. The birds chirped and the waves crashed, but he honestly felt as though he was doing a service. He was mistaken. A sort of tribal feeling he used to get predicted all of this many years before the events were to take place.

 

“…And I come to say here that all of you will know that on this very day, a new law will be passed that allows anyone of the respection sheet must follow orders or face the consequences.”

 

.moses.

~ by mosesport on January 7, 2008.