Thursday, January 20, 2005
I am writing a story about a 19 year old female who is a keen believer of the "bathtub theory (previous post)". She becomes the object of a van's headlights. She is picked up by a transvestite, and a 75 year old man named Joe (because every 75 year old man is named Joe in my mind). They go on a trip. They tell her they are exterminators. Joe has no voice. The transvestite (who remains nameless at the moment, along with the 19 year old female) found him wandering in the desert. He survived by drinking his urine and eating the desert sand. A good way to ravage your voice box. Joe is continuously looking for his voice -- in garbage cans, and the stomachs of pigs. The transvestite (it seems so degrading to continue to call this character by "the transvestite." I must think of a name. Quick!) left arm often goes numb if too much pressure is applied. A result of a severed nerve during his breast implantation process. This will come into effect near the end of the story. The 19 year old meets a Chinese man who runs an acupuncture place. She fears he wants to poke her with sharp things, but instead he informs her to cut off her head and put her foot in it . . . this is where love awaits her. The three of them visit other places . . . yet to be discovered . . . coming soon. They visit a house. The 19 year old loses her panties, the transvestite tells her "your panties are in good hands." The 19 year old realizes they are actually drug dealers. Duh! The 19 year old is angered by this, but she doesn't know why . . . perhaps because she is wearing no panties ? The transvestite arms goes numb after a heroin injection. Joe has to drive the van. Joe drives the van off a bridge. This was an accident. They are submerged in water. The 19 year old can only think of the Chinese man. It ends with, "Where's my rubber ducky?"
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It's not as exciting as it sounds.
the stop end stop
It's not as exciting as it sounds.
