Escape Pod Dreams - 34
Created | Updated Dec 23, 2003
Insecurity and humour: Why aren't you laughing!?
This portion is supposed to be shaped like a vodka bottle.
The silliness spills over.
The page in front of me is soaked.
The epiphany of mirth arrives again with a shower of sweat and tears of gratified joy.
I sit back, letting the smoking keyboard of my craftsmanship-encouraging manual typewriter rest until the next spasm.
And then I give consideration to the lucky people who are fortunate to be alive in this year to read this manna falling upon their eyes in the desolate desert of entertainment.
How unworthy am I, that I receive their attention, their adulation, their first-born daughters?
How blessed am I, that I am pursued by agents and publishers and broadcasting corporations who wish to grace my palm with gelt?
But I need none of that.
For my forehead bulges and my eyes bleed.
The trance is upon me again.
