Alex and Dani Files Part I
Alexis : You're on facebook
Me: Im on facebook
Alexis: so it seems
Me: it is what it seems, but alas nothing is what it seems, I'm actually not even talking to you right now, youve lost your mind. I have pink socks on. Woooo no I dont, but you wouldnt know that cause your insane
Alexis: Snap* Snap* I've just become inspired. I think this whole world is just a construction of our imagination. Nothing is real. Nothing is sacred. All is Brahma.
Me: All is Barack Obama actually
Alexis: Really????? How lost I've been! How forsaken are we! Is it true then that the world is nothing but a socialist enterprise!!!
Me: Indeed, an enterprise brought up from pink socks and bull dump. Forsaken is how one sees it, I rather prefer myself tickled. But all is such trivial matters. Think on how stupid it is that we have a box we talk in, on a book that claims to be about our face
Alexis: I just posted that as my news feed
Me: and there it is! a world where one can find nourishment on "news" but again, its always second hand news. Or so says the Mac, good man that Mac!
Alexis: Mac was smoking crack. He was fn wack. But that's just a word really that stands for nothing. A word that stands for yellow rocks and division in buttocks.
Me: Such sorrow! oh the horror of this world when one finds that the word cannot be depended upon to speak the depths of our souls. Crack scratches the surface, but then again so does my buttocks. Itchy surface, that surface of reality, which breaks with the sharp winds of imagination. Inspirational yes. But dont quote me on that, I'm just the piper you see
Alexis: The piper indeed! The pied piper that leads our dreams into drowning ruin! How can you say the world cannot be depended upon? Even dependence is a figment of our morbid menstrual mental tribulations!
Me: My ever omnipotent and fantastical GOD! You hit it my good man. The piper is never paid though. The piper is just another example of the industrial revolution gone awry. Think, why is it that the piper should be paid? Its anticommunistic! Like the moon we spin shit, if the world is to be depended on then one must seek the one who first claimed it so. Who then is to lead us to the new world order?Dont think we have order now, we have drabbles of order, like spittled piss on the mountain of dreams.
Me: Of course while I say paid I mean pied, but no matter. Its all relative.
Alexis: Seek the one who claimed it so? Is this Obrahma?! And in this order do we find the source of this drabble piss, like the ocean that extends into the river, into the waterfall from which the world is sprayed with this putrid excuse of order?? And perhaps order is not to be sought? What is order to chaos if chaos does not exist? It is but a facade of competence like Sarah Palin's botox!
Me: Ever the bard aren't you? Indeed this is truth you speak. But think twice on chaos, chaos is order just with bed head. In this you will find Nirvana my dear friend. Orbrahma is the true way, but he cannot lead us to order. For both do not exists and I have barfed on the face of all that is pure and good. But do not be cross with me, I only seek to make you understand.
Alexis: For me to understand? Is not bedhead just a punk rock hairdo? Cum slicked, buzz clippped, baby poop green tipped...All is perception in a world that is the inception of menstrual mentality and penisial physicality.
Me: All that glitters is indeed gold! You have no need of me then. You have passed the test.
Alexis: I have! And then I can be admitted into what? The Parliament of Parlance???
Me: The Parliament of Parlance you have stepped into. It is a world which confuses many, but all is not wrought with suffering. You shall see that it is what the world needs. Befuddlement , bedazzlement, fancy tongue work. Your name has been etched on the stone of all that is arseful. Quite dizzying if one thinks on it. But alas, how can one even understand what the eye sees? I see a fine buttocks, but that doesn't mean it lives a fine existence.
Alexis: I am honored. Befuddled, indeed. But there is beauty in the suffering of confusion just as there is beauty in the fine curves of a buttocks. In regards and regardless of its existence, there is always fancy tongue work. And yes, I meant it that way.
Me: Moo wa ha ha ha
Alexis: Moo wa hahahahahahha
har har har
Me: HAR HAR HAR!
Alexis: HAR HAR HAR HARIKU!
Me: FUCKMIGGLEHARHARCHOKESHIT har! Men shall lick our toes and clean our fine buttocks(es) (< -- Plural)
Alexis: Greatness smells like butt and toe jam!
Me: Would make a very good sandwich wouldn't you say?
Alexis: death...at last
Me: dies
Alexis: dead
Me: deader
Alexis: decomposing...
Me: disintegrating as we SPEAK
Alexis: being eaten by worms...
Me: has lost an eye in an epic battle with an emu, being that I am DEAD and all
Alexis: Gackt?!
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And so ends the very first session of the very sudden revelations of Alexis and Dani while sitting in the very same room, on the book which claims to be about our faces.