Portfolio Piece number dos
Tangent
“We are ninety percent water,” he thought, staring into space. “How much water is that? How long would it take to drink all that water? Boy, am I thirsty.” Kevin walked over to the refrigerator in a daze and opened it to find only two cans of soda and a three-week-old pizza. A green fuzz began to thrive on the pepperoni. “How long has that pizza been sitting there?” Kevin pondered and the party from which it came from roared back to life. The music. The food. The girls. Still reliving the party in his swirling world of delusion, he shoved the still saran wrapped pizza into his mouth. “Hmmm… I wonder why this pizza tastes funny. Clowns are suppose to be funny, but I don’t like them. They’re always happy. No one can be happy all the time. The old song lied. Time, time, time is not on my side. I wonder what it would be like if the side of my head looked like my face. Babies with crazy looking faces creep me out. Baby, oh baby. I need to call Julie. She was a total babe.”
The taste of blood infiltrated his mouth, bringing him back to reality. The pizza had been long gone. He was beginning to slowly gnaw at his own flesh. “Why do they call them fingers? I’ve never seen them ‘fing’ before. How does one ‘fing?’ How do I know I’m not finging right now? When is ‘now?’ This moment is called ‘now’ but why can’t it be called then? All words are series of sounds, written down as symbols. Do they really mean anything? Words are weird. You know what else is weird? The platypus. It’s like God’s joke to the world. What is the purpose of the platypus? What is my purpose? What am I suppose to do with my life? What is the meaning of life? How do I even know I’m alive? All I know for sure is that I have a mind, because I can think. Wow, I think I think too much.” And without another thought in his head, he clicked on the television, just so he wouldn’t have to think anymore.
“We are ninety percent water,” he thought, staring into space. “How much water is that? How long would it take to drink all that water? Boy, am I thirsty.” Kevin walked over to the refrigerator in a daze and opened it to find only two cans of soda and a three-week-old pizza. A green fuzz began to thrive on the pepperoni. “How long has that pizza been sitting there?” Kevin pondered and the party from which it came from roared back to life. The music. The food. The girls. Still reliving the party in his swirling world of delusion, he shoved the still saran wrapped pizza into his mouth. “Hmmm… I wonder why this pizza tastes funny. Clowns are suppose to be funny, but I don’t like them. They’re always happy. No one can be happy all the time. The old song lied. Time, time, time is not on my side. I wonder what it would be like if the side of my head looked like my face. Babies with crazy looking faces creep me out. Baby, oh baby. I need to call Julie. She was a total babe.”
The taste of blood infiltrated his mouth, bringing him back to reality. The pizza had been long gone. He was beginning to slowly gnaw at his own flesh. “Why do they call them fingers? I’ve never seen them ‘fing’ before. How does one ‘fing?’ How do I know I’m not finging right now? When is ‘now?’ This moment is called ‘now’ but why can’t it be called then? All words are series of sounds, written down as symbols. Do they really mean anything? Words are weird. You know what else is weird? The platypus. It’s like God’s joke to the world. What is the purpose of the platypus? What is my purpose? What am I suppose to do with my life? What is the meaning of life? How do I even know I’m alive? All I know for sure is that I have a mind, because I can think. Wow, I think I think too much.” And without another thought in his head, he clicked on the television, just so he wouldn’t have to think anymore.