Flash Fiction
Enough with this lovely dovey My real name is welcome to my refurbished website crap. Some of us have real business to attend to. Some of us, we have stories to weave. Stories that use words. If you click on the link below I will introduce you to the first of an ongoing series I call Flash Fiction. I make no promises other than there will be sentences for you to read.
Johnny ate potato pizza in his friend’s house. his friend wasn’t someone to be trifiled with as his friend had a magnum .45 in his sock drawer. All the socks were dirty and they didn’t eat bananas. Bananas were a source of argument in the household of Johnny’s friend. Johnny’s friend’s name was Jack Rabbit. Jack Rabbit’s mother, Tulula, came from a long line of banana farmers but Jack Rabbits father, Trigger Fish, came from a long line of tamale sellers. The rivalry between the two is documented better by other authors, but let it be said that the feud goes back unto the ends of time. Johnny did not himself mind a banana now and again but he was well aware of the strife and never brought up the subject in the presence of Jack Rabbit. Johnny himself was partial to mangoes. Hawaiian Mangoes. Johnny was a vegetarian, but jack rabbit was only sometimes a vegetarian, only when it mattered. At a club for instance, when talking to a girl with a nose stud and a sutra written in hindi for a tattoo. Jack Rabbit loved dreadlocks on a girl. Johnny himself didn’t mind a girl now and again but could do without them. Girls were a source of drain on money, and money a source of evil, and evil a source of distraction from enlightenment, and enlightenment came from the heart of a woman (at least according to jack rabbit) and so in Johnny’s eyes the whole problem was cyclical and there wasn’t anything more that Johnny hated than a circle. His brother had killed himself by letting all the blood drain from his veins in a warm bathtub after some bastard had sent their father a picture of Johnny’s brother in the act of a circle jerk. Johnny hated the word circumspect, circumnavigated and circumcise. He hated that passage of the seasons, he hated the way the earth turned and he hated the phases of the moon. Johnny was a mathematician; johnny hated Pi. Pi was a number that johnny thought the world could do without, so johnny was on a mission to completely erase the number Pi from the consciousness of the entire world. Without Pi, Johnny supposed, there could be no circles. That’s what this story is about. Johnny’s Quest to erase and remove the number Pi from the life-cycle of the human race. Would Johnny Succeed? Would Circles Cease to Exist? How does one simply off a number, a most magical number, from the physical nature of the world? Johnny had a plan, johnny had an answer to all those questions. Johnny was a Genius. Johnny played guitar.
Johnny wants a brain, johnny wants to
Suck on a coke
Johnny wants a woman, johnny wants
To think of a joke
Johnny’s an American?
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/d/david+bowie/im+afraid+of+americans_20036749.html
:-P
-BM
Bowie is God, but he had no direct influence on this. However subconcious influences are of course possible. Also your handle rocks my internet geek culture world.