here were birds like lizards flying through this place resembling an underground train station- a nun holding a loaf of bread out from her stomach- possibly somewhere in New York city- pictures on cement walls of goofy in an army bunker with planes swooping down upon zillions of hens dressed in flowered skirts-I'm in a box car now- headed west-it's cold & jars filled with what appear to be baby fetus's surround me- the sun isn't exactly the sun anymore- it appears to be a crystal ball shaped as an hour glass-& morsels of gray sandy matter dribble down -turning a turquoise color inside what seems to be a mini city of half blown up buildings at the bottom of a green valley with grazing sheep- some of them with human feet and cattle prodded signs stapled onto their almost shaved skin- 'hordy gums' it seems to read-a man dressed in his own skin has stopped the movement in the boxed car- screeching metal against rusted chrome echoes into my ears-he hands me an envelope- motions for me to move on out-I open the envelope- a butterfly made out of eyeballs flies up towards the hour glass- I walk along this velvety like surface with no shoes-little Chinese men with hats on keep walking around looking down-picking up fragments of a map-they are speaking in tongues with scared women peering through upper windows made from yeast-the windows -gooey- fermented-shadows-in them-long hairs sprout from my fingernails-when a mutant like flying rabbit comes from nowhere-clinging against my back-it whispers-"the eyeballs want u to move quicker" then its off-& I'm on this roller coaster with my dead friend-it's the middle of the night-& no one else is riding with us-you are trying to mumble things to me-but your lips are gone as we circle around upside down-what is it I try and ask-then the roller coaster becomes an ancient dinosaur with airplane wings-we are flying above now at the speed of light-entering some new realm-when- I am shot like a cannon into a gigantic soft hand-looking up-it's a monstrous king Kong ape thing that's holding me-it has a tear in its eye-but its smiling-very gentle with me-it flings me up higher to another level-& I land on a bed the size of eternity with plastic women -who have red faces-they are sensual-touching me everywhere-rubbing some sort of ointment on my legs and torso-one of them slaps me-& a spring shoots me up into a small unemployment room-where sadly faces -older- sit- all with a number on their shirts-a midget with a bull horn sits behind some bullet proof glassed window- he stands " number 34567!" he yells- a man with a purple bra on stands up and walks towards the glass-my hands are cuffed to metal chair-nobody seems to notice me-it goes on and on-the midget calling out numbers- people getting up that have no emotion- they head towards the glass door- disappearing behind it-I can see that eyeballed butterfly behind the midget, its swirling around-doing something to the numbers-handing them all machine guns-and army outfits-there is a poster behind the midget-next to another hour glass-goofy is turning the hour glass to it's other end-that nun with the bread comes up and slaps the midget in the face-he evaporates into thin air-I notice I don't have a number on my shirt-then they all start pointing at me-pulling pieces of bread from their pockets-throwing these chunks of soggy bread at my head-the nun pulls a grenade out of her mouth -they are laughing like lunatics at me-a little girl with a sheep's head walks up to me as I scream-"want a loli pop?" she asks, pulling out this ak47 and pointing at my head, then she says..
"Just kidding, it's mine." I'm back in the box car headed west now& the fetus's in the jars are all having conversations telepathically among themselves-I look at my shirt-but now I'm dressed in army fatigue-with a huge number embedded on me- a machine gun strapped around my melting shoulders& what looks like a map of New York city crammed into one of my pockets. "Hordy Gums!" one of the jars yells-then everything freaks out-& the jars break open-with tiny babies crawling towards me with lizard like tails& laughter like echoed bombs falling onto distant cities in the night.
This story Copyright 2001 Nicholas Morgan.
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