He rose from and his slumber and screamed, "Heroes!!! Where are they? Our Presidents are liars and male models with the greasy charm of used car salesmen. Our fish are fornicators! Our women are daffodils."
Marvin realized he was talking in his half-sleep again. He often woke to discover he was stumbling through odd reveries. Sometimes he even thought he was posting Blog entries! What sane person would waste time on the Internet?
So Marvin knew he was dreaming. Heroes? Who thought about them since they found Buddha dead in any alley filled with pimps and talking barracuda?
Marvin knew he was dreaming again and decided to just wake... and when he did, he immediately went back to sleep. Reality was easily more horrifying than any demon dredged from the depths of his darkest dreams.
Confusion is king and pretension rules in the real world. Marvin often remembered Wilde's thought: "Those who look beneath the surface do so at their peril." Marvin was always astonished by how often Wilde was superficial... and profound.
But Marvin had no time for nonsense. Night, all!
Copyright (c) 2009 YOGA PUNGUIN for Boopi's Millions, Inc. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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