You know where the Dsevorski
center is?? Well, we don't either. We were wandering down this road and
we stumbled upon this gigantic little house. 'Twas equipped with gardens
and fountains and nappy looking, hair- like trees. My associate and I were
contemplating if they came from Africa, like the Papaya trees next to the
pink building. Out of fear, however, we quickly decided not to talk about
that any further (people or other things could have been listening). Silently
we entered the estate.
We searched the perimeter for a shoot on site sign for
trespassers. We did, after all, have Jackie Chan's "First Strike," fresh
in our minds from the night before. We couldn't locate one, or 'twas hidden
for some sick man's amusement. So we proceeded. We moved like oiled-up
cats cause you never know when someone or something may open fire on us.
There are some sick people who like to shoot bee-bee guns at cats. As our
courage grew, and we had nothing else to do, like every other day, we entered
a small grove. The first thing we saw looming over the hedges and wild
brush was a fountain. We said that we should climb in. The extremely large
one said that he felt like taking a bath. We meditated on how fun it would
be to sit ion the "urn" while we were inebriated. FUN!! After a good deal
of prolific thought on the subject of drunk urn-sitting, we walked on.
As we moved deeper and deeper into the boundless compound,
the full one observed that it was starting to feel "darker." You know,
more ominous. Oui, retorted the bent one. He thought it would be weird,
but normal for us, if the "dark tower," suddenly came into view beyond
the trees. Our interest peaked as we passed on. As we walked, the bent
one noticed that there was a fish laid out upon the ground. It was stuck
in a rut. At this point, all hell broke loose. It's impossible to describe
the feeling, the experience of seeing this solemn fish just lying there
on the ground. How (why) the hell was this fish here where we were standing.
We began to question (as we do now about once every 10 minutes) everything
we believe and our place in the universe. What did this fish mean?? As
we admired the paper fish, yes it was paper, we laughed heartily. We thought
someone may be pointing us in a direction. Pointing us deeper into the
darkness. This wouldn't surprise us because we know too much. Oh well,
that is life. Then we came into a clearing where we shall camp one day
while we smoke George Burns and f*_k bitches. We don't settle for no shrews.
After this merry thought, we left and explored further.
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