The big broken word
Three generations of French men, the youngest raised in the States, noticed a Big broken word lying on the pavement. From inside the big word came a glow.
The oldest man looked inside the big word. Then, he stood up, turned to his offspring and said, “It looks weird sitting here like that.”
The son of the oldest man took a look inside as well. Then, he looked closely at the outside of the word. “The inside looks far more meaningful than the outside,” he said.
The youngest man, the one that grew up in the States, looked inside too and oddly said, “Whoever left it here is surely dead now.”
It was at this time that a young girl climbed inside the big word, zipped it shut, and yelled from the inside, “I AM NOW THIS WORD!”
And the three men laughed while protecting their penises and thought it cute.
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5 Responses to “The big broken word”
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S.W. May
Jesus, that’s strange. One cannot help but notice here that among your tags, you’ve got “penises” listed, which in collaboration with the sore Peter business from a few days ago strikes me as penetrating. Speaking of which, this girl who climbs inside the word and zips it up recalls to me — rather obliquely and, I admit, rather fondly, in retrospect — a girl I used to run around with back in high school named Lia, who, one memorable autumn evening after school, panicked when she realized how late in the day it was and recklessly proceeded to zip my penis up in my fly and then yelled (from inside her trailer): “Fuck me gently with a chainsaw, Ray. My mother will be home any second now.”
Sorry, slightly confused. Is the strangness found in my postings or the fact that You noticed a connection and felt penetrated? Either way, what I think you are suggesting is that sex sells. As to your story: how very “Heathers” of Lia. I hope you have made a full recovery. Flattered you came back.
No need to be sorry. In fact, I’m the one to apologize — for my lack of clarity. I meant the strangeness of your posting, which I liked for its strangeness.
Nicely done on the “Heathers” reference.
No Ray, Let Me apologize again. I knew what you meant. I just wanted to turn it around and put the penis back in your mouth. Hey! I’ve heard you have been commenting on E.A.Marlow’s post. I’m dating her so lay off! Don’t make me post something about veganism on here, you beaf eater! Them are fightin’ words!
She really appreciates your kind words too, thanks!
Dating her! My God, some guys really know how to get the women. If it’s any consolation to you, Sore Peter, I was merely commenting on her literature and meant nothing untoward. I found her website, incidentally, via yours.
It may interest you to know that I serve a lot of beefeater as well — it’s one of the most popular dry gins going, as a matter of fact, and (paradoxically enough) it’s entirely vegan. That, I hope, will ease the sting.
Thanks so much for your hilarious reply. I’m sincere when I say that it made me laugh out loud, and I guess it’s true what my mother used to say: Everyone’s a fucking comedian. Please tell Ms. E.A.Marlow that for her love of literature, I bless her, wish her life. Tell her that my Yeats quote didn’t quite come off as I’d intended, a fact I realized only too late. Tell her finally that the size of her talent — like yours — is exceeded only by the size of the penis you put back in my mouth.