a literary experiment in building a better rat race

 

ABOUT

ABOUT ME

If it should come to pass that this is the end of humanity, I”m goin’ down like short-busser on hippie crack in a hall of funhouse mirrors.

1 – LANCE MEET KITTY

On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha, Lance Lear, poet, raconteur, Renaissance man, stood facing the setting sun, thumb in the air, as the 18 wheelers full of toilet paper rolled past, drivers wearing gas masks.

It had been two weeks since Mairka shut down. The CORONAVIRUS, COVID 19, BOOMER REMOVER, had turned the country, and half the world, upside down, and inside out. Welcome to the NEW NORMAL, motherfuckers; the Mad Max meets Monty Python Matrix, where there is no blue pill, not red, pill, just bad brown acid, plenty of it, and plenty more where it came from.

The virus was beating the shit out of the world. The  world was on its knees, and the virus was feeding it shots, like a slobbering, raving, drunken Roberto Duran sticking needles into a Sugar Ray Leonard voodoo doll.

Every time Uncle Sam thought the worst was over, the virus came back, and kicked him in the balls again.

Victims, cured once, relapsed again, and again. Few of them rolled over and let the reaper have them in their asses, but none of them ever fully recovered. The virus was toying with them, stealing their lives little by little, crippling them physically, destroying their will to fight on, no matter how many thoughts and prayers were issued for their salvation.

Everywhere around the world, the people begged for a cure, like a pack of bitches in heat, howling for a slick, stiff, pink dog dick under a full moon. Governments ordered any and every facility with the technology to help the losing cause to convert, and do so. All but one, that is.

The arms industry was exempted from the conscription, first in Mairka, then around the globe. If the world survived, no matter how many humans lived, no matter how beleaguered they were, they would have to be ready to fight wars to preserve all they had left. ‘twas ever thus. So long as the blood of the bankers did not run in the streets, the fuckers would continue to pull the strings of puppet governments, and do everything in their power to make sure it would always be.

Lance Lear had watched it all going to Hell in a shopping cart full of hand sanitizer for exactly thirteen days, before saying, “Fuck it,” and hitting the road. He’d been exposed to the virus hundreds of time. The virus never laid a glove on him. He was immune. He knew not how, or why, and he didn’t give a fuck. He had a book to sell, and like every wordsmith, he had fuck all better to do. If it was to be the end of the world, Lance Lear wanted to go number one, with a bullet, on every best sellers list, before the Reaper ass raped him into submission, choking him out as he did so. If that meant selling them one download at a time, well, he had fuck all better to do.

Lance pulled out a smoke, lit it, and watched with bemusement at the sight he beheld. It couldn’t be real. Could it? It was. Lance laughed, “It’s a girl, my lord, in a flatbed Ford, slowing down to take a look at me.”

Kitty twitched when she saw Lance on the side of the road. A bolt of sexual adrenaline ran through her nubile, 105 pound body, from her pretty little head, all the way down to her pretty little toes, five feet and two inches below.

She stopped, rolled the passenger side window  down halfway, and said, “Where you going?”

“Name’s Lance. But never mind where I’m going. The question is,  where the fuck am I? This ain’t Arizona. Ain’t no fucking corn fields  in Arizona. So, you shouldn’t be here. I’m waiting for the Metallica tour bus. Or Bob Segar. Whatever it says in Revelations. This timeline just went into Dali time. It’s all fucked up. Who the fuck are you? Where the fuck did you come from?”

Kitty burst into laughter. “Good answer! That’s why I bought the truck, when the shit started hitting the fan. I guess you’re the one. Get in. Unless you’re really gonna wait for Lars, or Kirk to come along and suck your dick. In which case, you most definitely ain’t the one, and this plotline is way too fucked up for me.”

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2 – MEOW!

Lance stared hard at Kitty. He wasn’t considering her offer; there was no doubt he was going to get in. He was just awestruck by her sex appeal..

3 – THE BOY WHO WOULD BE KING

Kitty’s phone rang. “Speak of the devil,” she said, killing the music, and hitting the answer icon. “Meow.”

4 – THE WHORE OF BABYLON LIVES

Kitty turned on the radio, and raced back onto the road. The radio settled at the first station it came upon, where Belinda Carlisle was halfway through Heaven is a Place on Earth. This elicited a squeal of laughter from Kitty, who sang along,

5 – PARTY TIME! EXCELLENT!

The streets were mostly barren, but a group of about twenty kids were gathered in a suburban park, as Lance and Kitty approached it. “Another end of the world party. Wanna go?” Lance laughed.

6 – BLACK MAGIC TITTY POWDER

Yes, she could have pulled the shirt over her face from the top, but Kitty’s not that kinda girl. Kitty’s a tart. And an exhibitionist. And a tease. And she’s damn good at it, bless her soul.

7 – NOT THIS TIME, BANKSTERS

The printing presses on the magic money making machines were running, in overdrive, 24/7, all around the world. Although word had not yet gotten out, the banksters were lined up at the end of those presses, drooling, with wheel barrows.

8 – FUNNY MONEY

Does Jeff Bezos want more money in his life? Fuck yeah, he does. Do Warren Buffet, and Elon Musk want more money? Fuck yeah, they do. They can’t get enough of the filthy shit.

9 – A CONSPIRACY TO REMOVE THE PRESIDENT

Kitty laughed, accelerated until she completed the pass, hiked her shirt up to her neck, told Lance to take the wheel. Kitty turned around, and flashed the trucker, who responded by giving a couple long tugs on his air horn.

10 – MAGA

Kitty and Lance were laughing maniacally.
Kitty and Lance were still laughing maniacally.
Kitty and Lance were still laughing maniacally.

11 – SINO THE TIMES THEY ARE A CHANGING

“Well, there you have it,” said Kitty. “They’re holding his kids hostage. And this is tantamount to a declaration of war. Trade war, that is.”

12 – STOP THE PRESSES!

“Well, tell him to think of all things he’s done in his life that he should have, at least, been placed under house arrest for, but gotten away with..”

13 – ALL THE NEWS THAT’S NOT FIT TO PRINT 

“You’re whores like the rest of us. You sell yourselves to the highest bidders. Always have.”

14 – DROP THE PUCK! GAME ON!

“Why hasn’t Trump conscripted Bruce Willis to deal with that? Is Willis a democrat?”

15 – NO SLEEP ‘TIL THUNDER BAY

Lance whispered back, “You’re really hot when you make with the lesbian talk!”