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A woman in New Jersey lived in another world. She had a life that had transformed , without even a signal of impending doom.
She was married to a People-Pusher, a professional one. As opposed to an amateur. He had a look that was a mask, like a banana-boat filled with vampires. So, her life became a dream that people dream when they feel they have to brush their teeth, except that the toothbrush is guarded by a razor-wielding gym teacher that was born to laugh when women fell from the parallel bars.
So she dreamed.And, when the Being came for his power-tithe, she placed her mind in another dimension, and was not there while her molecules had to produce liquid and neural responses, to survive...as a landing zone for her return from the other places. While the Being's reproductive machine made it's way within her molecules, she could imagine that it was simply a bus travelling within her terminal, and ,would soon return to it's bus garage. Or, that it was a Venusian spaceship entering her Galaxy, and she simply blocked it's image with her Redaction Screen.
All this in New Jersey, where anything goes.
Everything escalated, untill it was the world of hoses, green oxygen bottles, and , footsteps in darkened hallways. Time for a molecule trip.
She went to a place where hatbands were always hot, and sweaty, and falseness was a virtue, and, the Banana-Vampires wore hats that could hold ten gallons of blood. They showed her. She went back to the places she went to in New Jersey, and dwelt there.
Then, a thing happened. A being that was just a banana, without the vampire bumped into her erect mind-nipple when it was taking the electronic air for the evening. She decided to peel back the banana skin, to see if there were any vampire-spores in there. Before she knew it, she was in her bedroom, eating Dark Popcorn , from the awakened center of her long locked soul, while the banana roamed within her, like Tex Ritter helping a showgirl back from Hell.
Bananaman took her by her hand ,and flowed into her like a banana milkshake at the Dawn of Time. She lay in her bed at night, while all this flow took place, like a gameshow from a network not yet on the air. And, the dark popcorn became Belgian chocolate, and, though reality was not perfect, she had an alternative now. She knew that even though reality is about as hard as trying to stay away from Gummi-bears, or getting rid of a Mother's disapproval, she now had Dark Popcorn when the blizzards of Harshness howled at the door.
She now thought of the Banana-Vampires the same way the crew of the"Enola Gay" the first plane to drop an atomic bomb, thought as they released it over a city called Hiroshima. Over a country of Banana-Vampires, and people pushers that had used research into bacteriological warfare, and, bombed China with Bubonic Plague spores......
She thought, Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke."
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