Monday, July 27, 2020

mmcmxcviii

Fireball (a codespondence)

you’re wearing sainthood so well!

     and you’re lookin’ pretty smooth
     yourself.

but i don’t feel silky.  like, at all.

     you mean like a marshmallow?

hey. that’s a peanut butter cup to you,
mister.

     well aren’t you the persnickety
     whippersnapper all of a sudden.

that is correct, sir.

     no worries, then.

there never are any, sir.

     like a thicc marshmallow smoothie
     that no matter how hard you suck
     you can’t even get a taste for like
     30 minutes.

that’s right.  you’re no dummy.

     but ... my marshmallow has
     the memory of a goldfish.

i guess that’s relatable.

     let’s be real, though.  you’re
     absolutely right.  30 minutes
     is just not enough.

you …

     it needs to be unsuckable
     for at least an hour and a half.

you are so totally …

     i am just an icon smoothie!

you’re so s&m!

     whoopsie!  but i was singing.

it
s not exactly.... hmp.  i bet you
own an actual leather whip that’s
twice as tall as you!

     at present, i am not so sure.

kapow!

     snap!


but that’s not really the point,
is it?

     splash dunk!

sizzle-izzle!

     ka-chonk!


why don’t we take this whoopsie
kapow sizzle
into the…

     anyway, are we finished now?

but we’re on fire!

     i may never have been in on
     the joke, anyway.  in fact,
     maybe …

aw come on!  that doesn’t mean
that we need to be unsuckable
for an hour and a half!

     maybe …

or what am i not getting?

     maybe the joke’s always been
     on me.

well.

     i mean …

i still love jaden’s new song, though.

     sigh.  but i can only think of willow.

excuse me?  i’m still having a funny attack
over here.

     maybe there wasn’t a joke after all.

well aren’t you just a hot slice of scruff ...

     stuck in a smoothie generation, no less.

who thinks he’s the butt of every joke.

     don’t i know it!

and there are a lot of joke butts out there.

     let’s be real.
     in reality …

in reality, we are all just stuck inside of an
excruciatingly long, tedious novel about
the one who gets the spotlight …

     vs. the one who doesn’t.
     you’re ever the
     broken record, bub.

you know, sometimes you really get me.

     uh huh.

didn’t you suggest a …

     kapow!

uh huh.

     now you’re talking.  i mean.
     well.  you always talk.

uh huh.

     but that will always be my favorite
     hit!  who’s got the handcuffs?!

what, it’s the apocalypse already?

     not sure.  but i definitely
     know where you can get a
     pair of ’em.

and i’m sure it’s a basement bargain,
to boot!


[rimshot. darkness. apocalypse.]

dang