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The only place where you can dream
Living here is not what it seems
--Iron Maiden, Strange World I just want to walk right out of this world 'cause everybody has a poison heart. --The Ramones
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“Do you believe that a prank can ruin a life?” Ketil
inquired of his companions as they walked down the shadowed corridor of the
House of Lost Dreams.
“Apologies fer hedgin’ on yer query, old currant bun, but I’ve
noticed that this portion of the old Dream Drum continually looks very much the
same, although what it branches off to varies in its rotten scariness,” Little
John observed as he took a chomp from a rotten hunk of haunch.
“Pranks are an unfamiliar concept to me,” Yitzy imparted
telepathically. The gigantic creature held a lantern in one great claw as he
slid silently along the floor of the malevolent structure. “My race never
engaged in frivolity. I do not mind Robin’s tendency to do so. Do you fellows
recall the time when he said: ‘Yitzy, old boy, I’m gonna bury you!’ in a grumbling
voice, and as I was wondering what I had done to inspire his wrath, he
presented me with a bowl of berries.”
“This is not a prank, Yitzy, it is a jest,” Ketil countered.
“While it is true that some pranks are harmless, such as short-sheeting a bed
or putting what is knowed as a whoopie cushion on someone’s seat so it sounds
as if they has farted loudly, I has finded in my time that many pranks is cruel
in their intent and some has dire consequences that lasts a lifetime and
beyond. Such a prank was depicted in the story Carrie, which was writed by the
author Stephen King.”
“Oi, there was this cinema in Crouch End that used ter have
a late showing of movies that had been out fer a spell,” Little John revealed. “Me
and Rob went and saw Carrie there one night after we found ten quid just layin’
about on the ground.”
“Did you sneak in your own entrails for a snack, or did you
purchase popcorn?” the ghost quipped.
“Well, yer see, the proprietor was one of them fish
folk, an’ he was sympathetic ter the dietary needs of ghoul-kind,” Little John
said. “Seemed ter ‘ave a limitless supply of molderin’ meat-stuffs in ‘is
larder, an’ ‘e gave us a rusty bucketful of stale popcorn smothered in rancid
butter and ‘uman fat. Rob and me had a foine time watchin’ the film, but we did
feel right sad fer the young twist 'n' twirl what ‘ad a bucket of pig blood poured over ‘er
dome by them arseholes who didn’t have nothin’ better to do than behave shite
ter a poor lass what had a rough lot in life already.”
“Yah, this is the sort of prank of which I mean,” Ketil
acknowledged. “Now, as so often is the case in a story such as Carrie, the arseholes
what fucked with her paid for their shite behavior. But the accounting team of
the Cosmos does not work so smooth in the real world. There was fuckers what near to
got me killed all for a stupid joke because they do not like a fellow who is
strange, especially when they is jealous that his father is holded in high
regard for his position. I shall tell you of this incident, beginning with a poem which I shall now recite to you.”
cruel jest the match
a spark that leaves life in ruin
joke far from funny
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The form of this piece is a long fictional Haibun. A Haibun is a form of Japanese poetry where a piece of prose is followed by a Haiku or Senryu.
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There is no calm at the eye of this hurricane
I attempt to be stoic
while confronting the fiasco
Of fools who think it is their duty to command in patronizing voices
That I oughtn’t to overeat
When I am sitting at the table
Minding my own business while having a cup of gelato
I am not given to overeating or veisalgia these days
I do not enjoy the feeling of having overdone things
But despite my tendency to moderation, which is no-one’s
business but my own
People who don’t even know me take it upon themselves
To be throwing their derision in my direction
Because I dare to exist in public while fat
And even to eat where I can be seen sometimes
I try to stand sturdy like an ilex
I try to bear up under the heat like irons in a fire
I try to add a ferrule of positive thinking to my arsenal of
weapons
But I can feel the whirlwind of self-loathing brewing in my
psyche
Turning my soul indigo in the face of disdain known all too
well
There will be no waterfall of tears
I learned long ago not to cry
But the desire to destroy myself surfaces in my soul
The need to vomit up all I eat rises in my gullet
The self-loathing starts to consume me, and I wish I could
eat myself from within
Nibble myself down bit by bit until I disappear
I once wanted to be pretty
Now I just want to be invisible
I can rail about the fact that my body betrayed me
My endocrine system went awry
Fat is what I am
Regardless of what I eat or how little
Though I damn well should not have to feel beholden to
explain such things
And nor should anybody else
When you see a fat person that you don’t know
You can say hello with a genuine smile in your voice
Just like you would say to someone you wanted to fuck
Now, wasn’t that easy?
No need to moralize anyone’s body or food intake or appearance
No need to make anybody feel
As if they should eat themselves until they waste away
~cie~
369 words
prompts used
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