Snakeoil Recipe Merchant
The meaning to the meaning of life is mentally unhealthy warfare and the offers of war for those without mass destruction, but plenty of weapons. We are playing hide and seek with the ghosts and goblins of our imagination. Everybody is wearing masks and neckties, so if they happen to catch themselves about to be beheaded, maybe by the grace of god, they will be spared losing their heads.
“I have been known to lose my head, a time or two,” Texorcist says.
“That is what makes you a hothead,” Jane Malady, the ideological prostitute, replies. “And a secular humanist. You have lost God’s pager number, my man.”
“The erotic silence of the snakeoil recipe merchant reminds me of Chrysanthamums thrown from a tinker man’s wagon, discovered on the ride to the boxing matches.”
“Remind me to have your name added to the international database of Bad News.”
“My name means Tangle Candy Flying Southbound in Arabic, didn’t you know?” Texorcist says, while absently staring out the window. “You all are making my life into a big publicity stunt, but you can’t scare me. I have been hit so many times that war seems friendly. Do I need to remind you that a short path is not through the truth? Have you read my head, Doctor?”
“I was just wondering about that. True anti-socials wouldn’t hide, because the remorse wouldn’t be there. My ex sounds like Bundy.”
“I should not tell you stories before you go to sleep.”
“I went to sleep, and the FBI was trying to find me. All because I was framed for narcing on a murder that I was framed for. It was so weird. I was shaking when I woke up.”
“Maybe we should make pizza, naked together,” Texorcist says. “Sounds like fun, doesn’t it?”
“This is a story about a 24-year-old artist that gets sick of society, and proclaims that her home is an independent nation. She declares herself the Queen, establishes a government and imposes laws. The Pirate is her man, only because he thought she was a slut. He enticed my hormones, awakened my fantasies, and now we are sleeping together,” Jane says.
“Don’t you remember me licking your balls while you broke her cherry? You don’t remember that night walking around near Colorado Boulevard and ending up in some parking lot behind a church, and you were making people say things that matched up so perfectly with their mouths. It was one of the funniest things that I have ever seen.”
“That follow your heart bullshit doesn’t work.”
