Kirins dream reprise. Again we return 2 the rich old man Mister Thurston the 3rd crying; Typhoon! Typhoon! Waving a large white flag. The wind is blowing about him roughly, coz his jackets hemline is flapping fiercely & hes having problems holding onto straw hat, apparently referred 2 as a boater. But like when youre sleeping only Kirins heavy breathing could be heard, & the faint sound of Sea gulls. Shes found herself transported onto The RMS Lacuna Recoil. The sun is extremely bright, almost blinding, but warm, the sky a brilliant azure blue. but the promenade deck & mezzanine are devoid of people. Yet she hears voices like when U try 2 listen with a shot glass from behind a cheap motel or apartment wall. She cant make out the conversation though. Something about; The devil never left Chicago, Horatio. His everywhere, & in all points in between. Divergence, alienation. Laughter is a surprise. Get it. A Chinese man riding 4 daze on a bicycle in a coal mine, when rescued shouting; supplies! (Then another separate voice) Wotz in the box Little Red Riding Hood? says the man-size hyena in the Alliteration Manglers clothing. My brother, hes a basket case, is her straightforward respond. Shes the little girl that looks like across between Raggedy Ann & the Wendys restaurant girl, the ghost that is haunting Prof. Townsend. Shes wearing a orange anorak, & appears to be giggling in a corner. Kirin unwisely approaches her, like one is courageously prone to do in dreams, while yourself is gagged & unable to warn U. Wotz so funny little girl Why R hiding your face from me? Still giggling she says, Dont look now, but hes coming. Coming to chop off your head, so he can bake his bread. Then she whispers with cupped hands, Schrodingers cat is really a chocolate mouse, & hiding in the Twilight Zone. Thus in a fake squeaky voice, she says, Let me out! Let me out! (And yet another voice; someone dead Kirin supposes from the cruise line accident; (Itz Prof. Townsend looking the worst 4 wear, but very much among the living) Divergence, alienation. Conflict, resolution & exhilarating absolution...thats scientific computer print-out definition of laughter....My wife Mary-Ann left me, coz of that fantastic dud of a bomb; that perpetual motion which could B powered directly by the ocean itself, that brilliant energy source, that explosive genius creation that I helped make 2 blow up the ship...And itz all such a big joke now, 2 all of U! Then Kirin hears music. & appearing B 4 her is this bearded young man in a shabby trench coat, ill-fitting 70s argyle tank top jumper, & a Trilby hat which covers his eyes. He (Hey! He looks a lot like Johnny Zoso from the Lowdead Swans) practices a few chords on this vaudeville burlesque Elizabethan stage, while situated upon a unvarnished chair, when a suddenly there appears conductor out of the 18th century dandy via Jimmy Hendricks Savile Row tailor. (Wait a minute, thats Jonas Anaringo, their bass player) While the guitarist plays, the more intense it gets the more electric amplified it becomes, then in the theatre pit an orchestra band breaks in & plays, who look like something out of Bollywood or some musicians from a Sultans palace harem. Suddenly the singer appears on stage, a mixture of Pagliacci & a harlequin style Scaramouche. (This must B the lead singer Edward Stoner, & in the background on drums is Richard Moby dressed as a 1920s gangster; nice fedora) On & on the music & the singing grew more intense & louder, until it seemed everyone was sucked into a whirlpool & flushed away & down in Gods lavatory, the guitars plugged in sheen face turning into a swirly black & white dirty cartwheel...Oh Chelsea won 6 nil yesterday, mustve forgotten 2 kick the extra point. (?)
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