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"Believe me..." the birds floats inches from the floor. I decide that the dust is forcing her upward. "Not all that is understood is necessary. I eat bug-worms and drink the river. I fly skyward and shit as I do. I trust the Lord. I trust into sexual positions at the request of the gander. I am relieved to find that not all of my children live. Some die... they must feed the bug- worms... I eat. I will not die. The Lord has gifted my body with a regenerating cellular structure. Even my neural fibers copy and reproduce. The gift has blessed me with a wonderful insight into events and foreshadowing." The goose smiles and takes my stare all in stride.
"Mother goose... a foreboding request does not strike me as a situation that one would reach for... in these time..." The bird cuts me off.
"In these times???" Her wings flutter and the dust scatters. "Fuck these time!!!" She flies up and into the glare of the sun. A voice comes from nowhere. "Time..." The goose seems to grow and change pattern. Waves of golden rings travel from a center point.
I feel my heart slow... my breathing shallow. As if driving on a long road in the dead of night, I melt to the tiled floor. I take only small, short breaths. I have the relaxation of a giant infauna. The muscles that control my eye movement take a random independent manor. Soon I am blinded in total darkness. I cannot feel my lungs gathering air. I cannot feel anything. As I search my body for some form of input, I arrive at my ears. A soft static permeate my infaunal state. My full concentration focuses on this soft static. Bringing myself into this slight hiss. Voices. Of course... voices permeate the drive. Billions of different... murmur and converse.
Next step:
Try and focus on one particular voice and/or conversation
Well... it goes to say, that this was easier said than done. No matter how I tried, I could in no way insulate and comprehend one voice (or group of voices). As my concentration blazed, sounds ran behind one another leaving me with nothing. Inaudible Thoughts? In my mind I tried to visualize what was going on. I saw people, as far as I could see, doing everything (and I mean most everything) that people can do. They were standing around talking and laughing, seriously debating serious topics, running around playing tag (your it), talking to themselves as they remembered embarrassing events, fighting and killing and making love. They were doing everything... except, being quiet. Everyone was making noise somehow. Then, I saw my old friend, Jackson, from first grade, step to the front of the immense gathering. His red unkept hair outlined his chubby face. He was the fattest kid in Mrs. Robinson's class. Still six years old and still wearing the striped shirt that made him look that much fatter, he dug deep into his pocket and presented a handful of green grasshoppers. I counted six insects. They all moved around, but none left his hand.
"You know Mrs. Robinson doesn't believe you," Jackson said with an evil smile. "She knows that it was you who showed your weenie in class... not David. In fact... I heard her talking to your Mom on the phone. They are both going to have a talk with you after school. You're in a lot of trouble."
"You know that I didn't do it Jackson... it was David... you know it was," I lied.
"I may be your friend, but I know what I saw... you showed everyone your weenie."
I looked over to find Mrs. Robinson emerging from the mob of people behind Jackson. She had a stern look on her face and was walking my way. I looked up at her as she snagged my forearm in her fist. She snapped me over several feet to a wall with a doorway. We entered the door. Mrs. Robinson spun around, slammed the door, and stuck her black finger right in my face.
"Mrs. Robinson!! I promise... I didn't do it. Really... It was David and Timmy. I promise, Mrs. Robinson... I didn't do anything!!" I frantically blurted out.
The woman's hand swung up and suddenly came down across my face. The blow knocked me to the floor. Mrs. Robinson jumped down to the floor and came within an inch of my face.
"Listen here, you little turd. I know good and well that you're lying. You no good little piece of shit... I'll kick your ass... I'll yank that little pecker right off, if you don't tell me the truth." The teacher's fist came down hard from above and landed on my nose. Pain shot through my face. When I opened my eyes after the blow, I saw Mrs. Robinson's black finger, once again, right in my face. This time there was a large grasshopper staring at me from the tip of her erect digit.
Immediately, I felt the teacher's other hand grab hold of my jaw, tightly. I could not believe her strength, as she forced my mouth open. Mrs. Robinson smiled as she dropped the grasshopper into my mouth and snapped it shut. I could feel the insect squirming for its life. A strong, bitter taste shot across my tongue.
Finally:
Sudden breath... the spell is over. I can feel... I can see.
The goose is propped and inert... eating her breakfast. She has modified to a bright orange glow. Propelling stringent. Rocking inerrant. I rise to my knees, wiping the mucus from my face.
"Strict rebel, and driven terror are not things of the present. They are not things of the past. They are merely things. I strike a position, for the gander. However, the gander does not seen. If you believe, then you are the gander. Mount my position if you dare." The bird turns her back end towards me and looks over to me with a half eaten bug in her beak.
"Um... I'm going to be late for work. I've really got to go. It must be eight o'clock by now," I state as I stand.
"Very well," the goose slides into her usual reclining position.
(c) 1996 Chris Fitts tofg
I once worked for a large American company. One day I got an assignment that called for me to travel to Paris. I had never been over seas before, so I was very excited. When the time came for me to leave, I kissed my wife and children good-bye. I caught the plane and flew to Paris. I arrived at about ten o'clock on Tuesday night. I got to my hotel and went to bed. It took me a long time to fall asleep because of the time change and I was excited about being in a different country.
The next morning I got up and ate breakfast at a small café. I had an appointment at ten o'clock. I was to meet with several executives to discuss a new product that my company was thinking of marketing there. I had about two hours, so I thought I would do some sight seeing. I began to walk down the streets of Paris. They were very crowded. I looked at the wonderful Parisian architecture and the various people walking the streets with me. Then, far ahead of me, I saw something strange. I could only get quick glances in when the people between us would separate. After a few glances I decided that, yes... there was indeed a nude woman ahead of me in the crowd. I could not believe that a nude woman would be in the middle of a crowded street. I began to speed up to see if I was correct. As I got closer and closer, I found that I was right... the woman was nude
She was about five foot two with brown hair. She may have been in her late twenties. She did not have anything on. No clothes, no shoes, not even a piece of jewelry to cover the smallest part of her body. I looked around at the other people walking around me. They all seemed not to notice the strange event. I was about six feet from the woman. I decided that I would follow this woman and find out what was going on. After all, I was in a different country. Maybe this was a usual occurrence in the streets of Paris.
I followed the woman for about thirty minutes. She just kept walking and walking. Finally, she turned and entered the door of an old broken down building. I walked over to the door and peeked inside. It was dark, so I entered. I heard music coming from far down the hall in front of me. My body began to feel strange. I had never felt anything like it before. It was sort of a pain, but I enjoyed it. I did not know what was happening. I saw, in the distance, a dim light. The light came from the same direction as the music. I continued walking. Finally I came to a door. I slowly opened it and peeked inside. There was a large room on the other side of the door. I saw the nude woman that I had followed. She was standing at the end of a line of sixteen other nude women. I entered the room. All of the women were looking at me. Suddenly, I felt the desire to take off all my clothes. I did. I looked down at my naked body and saw that I was no longer a man... but I had changed into a woman. I walked over and stood in the line, as the eighteenth woman. Then I watched the brown haired woman leave the room.
(c) 1988 Chris Fitts tofg
I walked to my home. Things were nippy this evening and I only had short sleeves and pants to shield me from the cool breeze. The bug continued singing, as he made his bed for the night. "From the forest to the sea... this girl's always there for me... and I'm not stating a lie!! This is the most beautiful muffin. The most tastiest muffin. And she's by my side tonight..." I made it to the door and looked in my window. My place was small. I only had a small couch that I used for a bed. I walked inside.
I opened up the food box and pulled out that night's food. The small printing on the side said, "Brown Flowers." I tore open the bag and the dusty dirt colored flakes fell on my cluttered table. I picked one flake up and popped it in my mouth. "Brown Flowers," I thought.
Suddenly there was a quick change. Silence fell around my head. The bug had quit singing. I could feel him moving around. I stepped over to the mirror and watched as the roach tore his many legs from where he had buried them in my scalp. This did not hurt, because this variety of roach urinates as it digs to provide a local anesthetic. However, I did begin to get pissed off. I had made all my plans for the rest of the evening around this "singing" bug. Now that he had shut up... he was of no use to me anymore. The roach finally ripped his last leg out of my head and jumped to the table and began rooting around the brown flakes. It was the flakes. The stupid bug had abandoned me for my supper. I would not stand for this. I stomped over to the table and picked the bug from the "Brown Flowers." The large roach realized his mistake as I tossed him out the door. I heard him start singing as he pulled his wings out to keep from hitting the ground. Thoughtlessly, I closed the door and returned to the table where I sat and began to replan the evening's events.
(c) 1995 Chris Fitts tofg
She will glisten all during the day tomorrow, so list your reasons," the Golfman answered. I asked the Golfman if he wished to go upstairs into the heart. He told me he thought it was a good idea. We rose and moved to the stairs when two voices came from the open window. The voices were of the Golfman's two friends, Squirrel and Bird. We stopped and turned.
"We have a question, Golfman," said Squirrel, "we both hoped you could answer it, so we came in from the fields."
"I will try," said the Golfman.
The Squirrel continued, "Everyday, below the tree that is our home, a boy comes to sit. He has come for a long time, but several days ago he stopped and no one comes to sit below our home. Our question is: Why?"
The Golfman looked to the floor and cut a line in the dirt below. "The boy is on a pilgrimage to learn his turn. He will not return unless he chooses to. So back to the fields," the Golfman answered. Squirrel and Bird left the window for the fields. I asked the Golfman if he still wished to go upstairs to the heart, but he said it was getting late and he had to start for home. I walked with the Golfman to the door and waved goodbye to my friend as he walked down the path.
I walked back into the kitchen and ate the candy that I offered the Golfman. I really should have know better than to offer candy to the Golfman. I walked over to the window and shut it. I looked out to the sun setting over the trees and the fields. I thought it was time for me to go upstairs to the heart alone. I walked to the stairs and as I was about to begin, I heard a knock at the door. I walked to the door and opened it. The Golfman was standing outside, smiling. I could not remember the last time I had seen my friend the Golfman smile.
"The last of my time was to listen to the mind of a kicking sound. May I steam my last place as I will be leaving soon?" the Golfman asked, still smiling. I let him in. We walked to the kitchen where he erased the line he had made in the dirt earlier. The Golfman said he really must hurry home for it was late. I walked him to the door and waved good-bye once more. I walked to the stairs and stepped up into the heart alone.
(c) 1987 Chris Fitts tofg
Joe, this time it better work. It will John. It's costing eight million dollars to make this robot, by the way, is the robot going to be as strong as twenty men? Yep and maybe stronger... by the way, what are we making this robot for? We're making it for the police. There we go, it's finished. Let's try it out. Flip the switch and it will come on. It works! Now let's send it out on it's first mission.
Joe, turn on the crime computer. OK, "click - beeeep beep." What will be the robot's first case? "Click click" here comes the card. What does it say Joe? It says that in California there are some strange earthquakes going on.
Open the door and fly to California. (OK) "click" zoom open the door. "Zoom" the robot flew off into the sky. Now let's get back to control the robot. All right, he's about over California now. Let's land him.
When the robot landed, some people saw it and got scared and ran away. As the robot walked through town he scared a whole bunch of people.
It took a few minutes for the robot to get to the police station and it walked in and startled the police, suddenly a tape recording came on and went like this. "This robot was made to find out what's making the strange earthquakes. If needed phone 895-3895." All right call them. Yes sir. We've got them on the telephone. Hello this is John. Hey this is Josh the police officer, we've got your robot and you'd better make your robot look like a person because he scares all the people. OK, I'll be down there in half and hour. OK bye.
In a couple of minutes they were on their way and in thirty minutes they were there. We're here now and where's the robot. There it is "Come Here". Do you have the plastic skin? Yes, now turn it off. OK it's off. All right help me put the skin on. There we've got the skin on. Now lets put the face on. There, we're finished. Well bye and start working on the case. OK bye. Now lets start on the case, all right now here's a letter that was written before one of the earthquakes and it said this, By the time you read this letter, the Earthquake in California would have already happened. But we got the letter before the earthquake so we knew about it, but we couldn't get all the people out of California.
(c) 1973 Chris Fitts tofg (eight years old)