Came 'round long ago. You said goodbye then, said you had to go. You called me Joe.
Like real surly-like ya know, like a poem without prose like petals sans rose, like so many waves and so many undertows
Undertones
Undergrown
These are four toes
What happened to the 5th?
Nigga.
Who sayeth that?
It's God, baby.
JOEY: You crazy.
GOD: I am God the Almighty.
JOEY: Alrighty.
GOD: You be a man on the wall, of the Sistine chapel reaching for my hand.
JOEY: You crazy when's the last time you've seen that chapel? It's on the ceiling silly.
GOD: It is far away, never beyond my reach but your god has always been beyond your beliefs.
JOEY: Sucka is a fucka.
GOD: You like to suck some cock.
JOEY: Nigga that bitch a ho she sucked it so hot.
GOD: You like that male dick.
JOEY: Do girls have penises?
GOD: They do now a days.
JOEY: No shit.
GOD: And hey my jew I just released the slaves.
JOEY: Where, who?
GOD: Don't you read my book ya fool?
JOEY: Which one?
GOD: I have been fairly prolific.
JOEY: Yeah but God your pages are everywhere, scattered along this huge landscape and I opened one of your books and it was like there on page 2. Abraham or some motherfucker he said to his girl, hey I'm gonna consummate with your slave, 'cause you as dry as a rake.
GOD: You leafing up the wrong tree.
JOEY: The song is long, and I stopped listening to that tune.
You are a funny star, Stella, you got hit by a streetcar named Desire, Brando was on fire, karl Malden was good too, and that Vivian Leigh chick... why can't I get her name right?
GOD: Look her up
JOEY: God, this ain't the 1980s "Look her up" Who looks up these days?
GOD: The slaves.
JOEY: I saw a sailor with burnt toast lips like he was shoveling shit in his mouth, spit accosted, lawyers exclaimed defense defenseless and not acting on behalf of you your lordship
He drifts, he slumbers, somewhere wood is burning for all the wrong reasons, not like in a fire place but a place where the potential for pot and a lot of it...
Drifting... sifting...
GOD: You escape in your dreams that's what's this all about.
Beat.
GOD: You are figuring it out.
INT – Bungalow Villa – Day
WTF's name is hurrying about. He wears his Captain Kirk shirt inside out so the insignia on his breast bone or whatever the fuck you call that region where badges and shit hang
JOEY: You hanged them didn't you?
GOD: Who?
JOEY: You know who I'm talking to.
GOD: I ain't your God Joe, and this ain't your soul.
Beans of dreams stalking staccato into what it seems finding a place where writing takes its place
Head perspiring over tiring it went out... life the flame
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A Sucker for Mania (let me explainia)
FanfictionA manic mind on the run, given to all kinds of fun. A little fan fiction with Back to the Future, Die Hard & Star Trek interludes, but mostly an absurdity with comedy & a tinge of drama. Won't you read me? I'm a novella & easily consumable!
