5.06.2009

Part 401k


In which Marilyn, in a rare quiet moment, reflects on all that has been lost and the little that has been gained in the absurd and endless conflict between Apollonians and Dionysian, and how she had never wanted to be involved in the first place. With a grim and weary smile, she wonders how long she can confront the fray and the mountain of problems that are none of her making, and still operate in the fragmented disorientation of a non-linear multiverse, with its Howdy drops and wormholes, its glittering nothings and towering green Martians, its clear and constant dangers, its anomalies and paradoxes, its lost tribes and extinct species, its strings and complex membranes, idiot authorities and absence of orgasm, and its vast quadrants of damaged Earth realities, all plunging to the random and insectoid oblivion of the Nineteen Ways. Marilyn sighs deeply. Why does she even have to know about all this? Why is she even aware of the Nineteen Ways? She reaches for the Nembutal.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Caught me! Thanks for your excellent writing style. Marilyn has always been a perfect image of this country... more than they would have ever even realized. "...absence of orgasm...", an orphan, a sex symbol that was barren...
Have you ever seen the curious movie, "Insignificance"? A wry, tragic and beautiful aside. Thanks!