Musings, Volume 1

Someone stole my car yesterday (true story).  Want to know what happened after that?

Pause.  Rewind.  ZZZZEEOooooooZWOOP!  (That’s the best rewind noise I can write right now–keep yer gripes to yerself!)

As I wander the streets of downtown Oakland over and over for hours on end, trying to convince myself I’d parked it somewhere I can’t remember, I curse the fates for what’s occurred.

Some people give me an odd look, but most leave me be and continue talking about the latest meaningless trend or on their cell phone.  They’re all starting to look like soulless puppets—empty laughter, cloying grins, and gaudy technology.  Nothing seems real.

I just want to go home.

Eventually, after my aching back and screaming knees force me to sit, I sit down and stare blankly into the distance.  What the fuck, man.  I’m not a crier—when something shitty happens I just stare off at nothing.  Time slows to a crawl; the only thing that exists is a heavy, insistent dread, relentlessly unfurling through my mind and my body.  It possesses a voice—it keeps whispering to me that this will never end, that something worse will happen and I’m going to get fucked even harder.

I click open my cell phone and morosely look at its glowing surface.  A bunch of cheery, bullshit notifications…what else is new.  Typically I’d just ignore them, but right now, given the situation, they seem like pointed taunts.  Like someone is fucking with me intentionally.

Then the phone screen fritzes and changes.  Blue lightning arcs across its molded contours, hissing and spitting.  I immediately drop it and scuttle back on my hands and feet.

Jesus!  What kind of fucked up design flaw has Apple ordered their third-world enforcers to inject into their newest batch of smartpho—

It’s no design flaw.  The screen resolves into a crystal-clear picture of Grammar Nazi Prime.

“HO HO HO!”  His chinless face smiles widely up from the LCD display.  “HEE hee hee!”

“The fuck?” I whisper.  Then, in a louder voice.  “YOU!”

“Me.”  His spectacles flash with reflected light, then his narrow, dickless pupils shine through their centers (yep, I know that pupils don’t have dicks, but come on—it enhances the flow of the sentence, it’s fun to say, and…and…DON’T LOOK AT ME!  KEEP READING!!!)  “You really fucked the pooch on this one, Kent.  Making fun of my deformed genitals and dry, pedantic essays…you really thought I’d let you get away with it?”

“So you stole my car?”  My eyebrows raise.  “What kind of—”

“Not just your car.”  He smirks.  “Your entire identity.  Everything tied to you.  Social Security number, online profiles, deeds and records…you’re mine, Kent.  And unless you work for me making grammatical corrections on my students’ papers, I’m going to steal your anal virginity as well.”

“The fuck you say,” I hiss.  “There’s no way—no way in hell.”

“It’s not a choice.”  He examines his nails like a cut-rate Bond villain.  “Not at this point.”

“There’s ALWAYS a choice,” I snap.

And then I open my eReader to Musings, Volume 1, activating its reality distortion powers.  Magic flash.

My penis twitches and trembles…then bursts through my pants in a roaring column of thick, veiny cock-flesh.  I throw my arms back like Highlander McLeod after he’s cut off a head, roaring in a defiant mix of triumph and fury.  The emergence of my cock is so damn forceful that my hair blows back, fluttering and whipping like a storm-tossed flag.

“RUAAAAAAHHH!!!”

“No—NO!”  Grammar Nazi Prime’s face turns sick with fear. 

And then, in a terrified, awestruck whisper:  “The Cock of Legend.”

“WE WILL COME FOR YOU!” the Cock of Legend roars from a hundred feet up, its glans shadowed by the star-canvassed sky.  “WE WILL FIND YOU, AND WE WILL STRANGLE THE LIFE FROM YOUR BONES!”

The phone clicks off, but before it does, I see fearful tears pouring down from my enemy’s cheeks.

The Cock of Legend begins worming across the city, with me attached to the end of its hundred foot body, a lot like a rattler on the end of a rattle-snake.  I’m not complaining, it’s a goddamn honor to be fused to the Cock of Legend, and it’ll feel good as fuck when we drown Grammar Nazi Prime in foreskin and smegma.

The Cock of Legend is coming for you, you acorn-dicked nerd.

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