The Unnamed adventures of Roger Weaver

The Unnamed adventures of Roger Weaver

Chapter 5

     The Story The Authors
"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!
Philip
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)."
Carolyn
"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.
Lanark
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
............
binda23/jeremygluck


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