BAD MILK

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 BAD MILK

BAD MILK

        The weather was hot but this was hotter.

        Their 15-year old daughter Cilicia taunted me, “Bad milk makes bad cheese.”

        Cilicia had always taunted me with that in my foster-home bedroom.  I was eleven.  This time I had just fucked her.

        My real Dad was in the Sticks County Salvation Army rehab.  He went crazy on crack.  I had seen Dad stealing money from Mom’s purse and I ratted on him.  He yelled and threatened me.  I fell down to the floor crying like a pussy.  Mom stood over me and Dad hit her.

        Dad couldn’t see me anymore and then they took me away from Mom because she let this shit happen.  They called her a co-dependent enabler.

        They put me in this foster home.  Mr. and Mrs. Giveashit (Gavochette) were religious but OK.  Mr. Giveashit was always exhausted and…

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WAITING FOR THE NEXT MOMENT

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Look around

It is all a flux of chemicals upon the face of the earth

Like acne

Everything arises and demises

Nature is vain

Changing her attire every moment

For whom?

For what mirror?

For awhile we spin

Like the red spot on Jupiter 

Then we land on the dark side of the moon

Did we have to invent explanations?

How diabolical

Curiosity drove the cat beneath your wheels

If you give up explanations then what do you give up?

Gambling

God doesn’t play dice

He hands the dice to us and takes our bets

The house always wins

The house designs the odds in its own favor

No dice, pal

We are here for sorrow

Then what can we make of sorrow?

Compassion

It too leads to sorrow, you learn

But in compassion we become greater than any deranged god corrupted by ultimate power

And so we are sentenced…

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THE WORRY DOLLS, (1) “Run, Rosalinda, Run”

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  THE WORRY DOLLS

By ASH and OUT ON A LIMB

There is a legend amongst the highland Indian villages of Guatemala.

If you have a problem, then share it with a Worry Doll.

Before going to bed, tell one worry to each doll, then place them beneath your pillow.

While you sleep the dolls will take your worries away.

Chapter 1 – “Run, Rosalinda, Run”

 

        The man, the woman, and the young girl fled in the abandoned warehouse, up the dark stairwell, clutching each other’s hands.  At the top of the stairs, the man slung the woman and the young girl past himself into the dim hallway.  He turned and knelt with his automatic rifle, taking aim down the throat of the stairwell.  A hard rain began to boil on the roof.

        The woman cowered against the far end of the hallway near the open window. …

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THE POPE FUCKERS

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THE POPE FUCKERS

        My name tag is called Michelle Cook.  Friends who know me call me “Heidi” because I still hide the fact that I’m lesbian.

I’m here in Lhasa, China, for the annual World Unity Council (WUC) presentations.  I work for the Global Water And Power Administration (GWAPA).  We control the clean water and the fusion power distribution for the entire globe.  Well, almost.  I’m the Director of Consistency.  I’m supposed to present our annual proposals.

Lhasa was once thought to mean “place of the gods” but we now know it meant “goat’s place.”

I’m saying this to the girl next to me at the bar, “It is 2084.  Israel was destroyed over a half-century ago.  Jesus is still a no-show.  The Vatican abdicated to a monastery somewhere in the Himalayas.  And the world didn’t go to any Hell.  In fact it is better off.”

I down…

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BULL SWAN

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BULL SWAN

        William “Bull” Swan was awakened in his bed by his pit bull Shiva who lapped his face with her big flat tongue.  It was Friday 5:30 AM and Shiva, who had been cuddled in the crook of Bull’s arm, knew it was time for her bed-mate to arise.

        Bull groaned, “OK, OK,” and he threw back the thin comforter and it enveloped Shiva’s head.  Bull sat up on the edge of the bed.  He felt his jaw.  He had shaved yesterday morning.  He pinched the collar of his V-shirt and stretched it up to his nose and sniffed.  He had only worn the V-shirt one day.

        He felt there was no need to shave and shower this morning.  Even if it was a kind of a special day.

        Shiva pushed her head between Bull’s arm and chest.  Bull put Shiva’s big head in…

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THE ANGELIC POSITION AND THE MANNER OF SERPENTS

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        In Third Heaven where the River of Milk meets the Land of Honey grows the Tree of Knowledge.

Eve gently hoes the soil around the roots of the Tree of Knowledge.  Adam waters the Tree of Knowledge with wine.

Hidden behind the Unburnt Bush is Azrael, the Archangel of Death.  He spies upon Eve and Adam.

Azrael is startled suddenly as the Serpent appears beside him.

Azrael warns the Serpent, “I’ve told you for aeons not to do that!”

The Serpent asks Azrael, “Business slow?  Why are you watching those two miscreants?”

Azrael looks back at Eve and Adam and asks the Serpent, “Why does Big Joe need day-laborers like them to tend the Tree of Knowledge?”

The Serpent asks Azrael, “Where is Big Joe anyway?”

Azrael replies, “It’s the Seventh Day. He has a time-share in First Heaven with Lucifer.  You can imagine the gossip about that!”

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THE BIG STICKY

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THE BIG STICKY

        It was three weeks before Christmas.  She was hugging me so tightly.  Oh, I felt good.  I said to her, “I have a sack of goodies for you and I’m coming down your chimney.  Right….NOW!”

        Mrs. Santina Klaus giggled and, Oh, I felt so good and then she gasped and then I awoke and my pajamas crotch was wet and sticky.  I was eight years old.  I was horrified.  I thought I had peed in my bed.

        With dutiful humiliation I got out of bed and I walked into my parents’ bedroom and confessed, “I peed in my bed.”

        My mom sat up on her arm and gestured for me to approach.  She examined my pajamas crotch and touched it.  She then turned to my dad and mumbled something.  I thought I heard my dad say something about ‘The Big Sticky’.  My…

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