Church of the Tri-Lobéd Luminous Green Brain, pt. 2
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Hookéd Sucker-Tube
"I walked. And when I got tired, I stopped. But I didn't want to sit down ... obviously. I looked around. In front of me there was this scary-looking door. I mean, it looked like a hole-in-the-wall door, a door to a crack house or something. There was a panel next to it that looked like this: +----+----+----+----+----+ | oO | oO | oO | oO | oO | +----+----+----+----+----+ | Oo | Oo | Oo | Oo | Oo | +----+----+----+----+----+"I didn't know what to do. "At that point a burring clown came around the corner. I mean that: he was really burring — he had a thick Scots accent and was talking to himself. It sounded like he was saying 'A wee bit o' ... wee bit o' ... psyCHOTic bear ... wee ... tubes ... wee, wee, wee,' but I may be wrong about that part. "My first impulse was to clutch my separated ass-cheek even closer to the butt-crater it had made when it first fell away, because I'd heard rumors about Scottish clowns. Then I noticed that his makeup was smeared and his big cottony orange wig all askew, and to top it all off there was a chunk of brain the size of a pork tenderloin coming out of his right ear! No wonder he was muttering to himself. It made my experience with ass-secession™ seem ... well, unimportant to say the least. "So this burring clown pressed the buttons on the scary door in a peculiar sequence I didn't quite catch, since it savored of non-Euclidean geometries and rugose, partly squamous entities beyond the wall of sleep. The door opened, and the clown went inside." And you braved the cold fetor that blasted out of the open door? Press NEXT for the next installment. |