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The Sold And The Fuckenful (Episode VIII)

July 26, 2007

“Planet is fine. Gaia will do just fine without you. She’s not ill. Your whole point of view is as usually myopic and self-centered. Your species doesn’t “destroy” her. You are just triggering your own destruction. Gaia has just decided that she had enough of you. She’s moving on, giving the keys to another species.”

The Eerie voice, was coming from all over the space. Boinjk looked around but saw nothing but pitch black.

“What the fucking deer is going on?” An old voice went. A match gradually shed its light onto the hand holding it, the man where the hand was attached to, a goat, Boinjk and finally at a green dungeon which hosted all three. “Would anyone please be kind enough to explain to me what is going on?” Santa Claus – the owner of the hand, the match and the old voice – went on.

Boinjk checked at his goat the way a reader checks a Sunday newspaper for its special offers – full of anticipation for a documentary DVD that might explain why the heck he is doomed to crawl on this planet or a porno movie that would make his crawling less torturous. His anticipation was met by a sweet “beee ee” which was close to Sunday papers offers but left many questions unanswered.

Match went out and dungeon got pitch black again.

Santa had no answer to questions such as why he was shot down, why a pile of ants went after them, what was that ray that pulled them up, where it was that “up” and who his companions were. He decided to begin unraveling the mystery.
“Who are you ?” Question was for Boinjk and his goat but the Eerie voice took it personally and filled the space once more.

“I’m not one. We are the Ancients. Keeping an eye on the verse. We are to make sure that play is acted right.”

Since Santa was at least getting a reply he went on. “Where are we, what do you want from us?”

“You are in the center of Gaia. You are part of the play. You have a role to play.”

“What play is that? What roles?”

“The play to be. The roles you are.”

Santa was more confused than when trying to read all these equations he was given to deliver to a man generally known as Albert Einstein. He lit another match hoping to see some reassurance in his strange companion and his goat. Light went on its usual way – which is straight ahead – where it found Boinjk making love to the happiest goat at the center of Gaia.

(To Be Discontinued)