Chapter 5
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"Anita, whatthefuck are you doing here?" groaned Roger. The
simple act of saying this cause his hangover to plunge mutliple cold
steel spikes through Roger's eyes with triplicate vigor. "I'm on
a mission, baby. It's dangerous down here, even I don't know
just how dangerous... Besides, I thought you said you hated me and
never wanted to see me again, which is what got me into this mess
in the first place... Who the hell are you working for, anyway? Which
side?" "That's you, Rog. Everything always has to come back to you. You probably think I followed you, don't you? It never entered your pea-brain that this might just go way beyond you — " "You always did twist my words around, 'Nita..." "Listen you little shit, while I was in New York I was attacked by vampires. By Liliputians. By Bactrian camels disguised as Dromedaries. By a universal preoccupation with masturbation so inspidid it threatened to take over the world, to corrupt the most chaste and charitable of conversations into a spider's-nest of latent desires and Freudian slips — you don't know the half of it! Got so I couldn't sleep at night..." "Christ on a zweiback, Anita — you too?" They eyed each other then, still suspiciously, but with, for the first time since their reunion, something of that old camaraderie in the face of constant opposition which had kept them together for three and half years... From the corner came the intermittant groans of Boar, the Cat in the Hat, and the two Things as the insistent presence of morning (even in the dank and drear of Boar's cave) began to poke holes in their bourbon-buoyed sleep. A fine lot we must look! thought Roger too himself. A right fine bunch indeed! | |
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Roger suddenly noticed the cliff edge 5 feet away from him and the
lion 5 feet away in the other direction. "Now what do we do?" he
moaned. He immediately heard the cat in the hats answer:
"Remember what I said last night! Get rid of your reserve and fright! That lion is the only way To find a happy end today! There is one other ending: if You run and jump right off the cliff You'll land in great big lava pools, An ending only fit for fools! Get past the lion and you'll see A happy ending (and also me)." | |
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"Is this the sort of company you keep when we're apart. Good
God! It smells like a distillery in here." snapped Anita attempting
to keep a smirk off her lips. A sorry lot they looked indeed. "Ah mus' reekwest, Ma'am, without the leas' 'mount of dis'pect Ah kin mustah in mah cuh-rent po-sishian that you pleaz loah yo voice a speck as theah is others heah who aint feelin' rightly dis-posed at the momen'" said Old Boar in a most pitiful croak. | |
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here i go again time passing falling onwards global great glaring pc screen clicking on other worlds my dreams your dreams i see everything and nothing click and reclick check and recheck exploring daily knocking out my skull and sometimes i afford myself a sense of wonder i pass through time cyberspace curves like sculptured cancer do all things happen at once hold on am i dreaming meet me at the detour listen to the earth music link minds and dance every word i write i try to make a note of love to counter balance the various evil forces in this world reaching telephatic hights in cyberzone i have a childs view my daughter says me with the words tumbling masks wont save me i work my mouth and roll my eyes dreaming wires new wave methods surfing the world sad eyed drifter rainbow angel this machine kills facists look at strangers look at strangers behold i stand at the door and knock frozen by words i pass through and i'm passed by god flashed in my mind downloading heaven on a pc near you illuminating my pillow means more than pension for the last few years ive been an optical illusion perhaps i could break this habit theres a party in my head the worlds invited night cars go by pretty people there is no end to this word game to hell with so much violence so much misunderstanding whoring for the sake of mercenary visions who pumped in the gas orbs of pain expand your eyes to distant moons inject love in to their nerve ends wait for them at the checkouts rebuild the machine looking in to the light words faded between one wall and the other stabbing the shadows ............ |
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