I took my lunch in the pocket park around the corner from my office, like I did every warm afternoon, but today was especially hot. I’ve always thought that the heat brings out the craziness in people, and in a city like San Francisco, this couldn’t have been more true…
The giant sand worms in the playground were particularly frisky that day. Leaping high out of the pit and raucously devouring innocent children on their way back down to the depths. There’d been public outcry for the city to exterminate them, but I rather liked being reminded of the brutality of the circle of life over lunch.
On this particular afternoon, an old acquaintance of mine, Charlotte, had wandered down to the playground to catch a few rays and watch the sandworms do their thing. “Funny,” she said, “I don’t remember them crawling on the equipment like that.”
The sandworms crawl around on the equipment and start to dance to an imaginary beat. Their heads bob up and down. I watch them until they notice that I am there. Suddenly they stop dancing and just stare at me.
The main sandworm, or what I assume is the main worm, signals to the other with his tail. What is he saying? I ponder. I am terrified. The dance had been mesmerizing and their sudden awareness was unnerving. Without thinking my tail moved in response. Wait… my tail?
My tail? My tail. It had felt numb until now, but… all of a sudden it was moving to a beat of its own. My tail, so clearly a part of me, and yet I had no control over it. No idea what would happen with my tail next. Then, just as I was starting to feel the connection between my tail and my body, it broke off… my tail was no longer a part of me and I was scared what would happen next…
Vestigial, rather in the spirit of a primal animal, crawled along the streets, lovered in primordial lust and the desire to debase the nonsense of ages. In numbers, we were able to diffuse the bombs of negativity and commerce – the foxhole of lost souls and the bear trap of unintended consequences.
The spiral bombs attacked the center of the soul, and separated the spirit from the body it had been entrapped in. Fortified by the newfound freedom, it ascended the heavens like a balloon freed from a child’s hands.
Like a balloon that withers and bursts almost immediately, pronging off a loose nail in the ceiling. The deflated scrotum lands on the kid’s head. “Jesus,” said Mary, “Could you not fix that fuckin’ nail? I’ve got a crying child here!”
“Fix it yourself Mary, I’ve got better things to do.” Jesus stood up and put his hand over the child’s mouth, “and shut this fucking kid up.” As he screamed at the innocent new born child he realized that the devil had taken over, and that he alone would have to overcome the cruel and evil tricks that the angel of darkness had played.
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