Posted by giveawayboy on August 28, 2002 at 00:29:39:
This is a story about Jonvon. In it he is riding this eggplant coloured trike. He is riding that trike all over the place but really, when you look at it from a seagull's view you realize, between the coordinates for greasy french fries, that he is riding in a circle around some seed. The seed continues to germinate under some rotten log that some people saw and thought was a dwarf's home. So, now you have Jonvon, riding around this seed germinating under a dwarf's house. And then you might see it, waddling behind him, a magical goose. The goose, is red, like the red syrup in a snow cone. He is sooooo red, and so magical. And he is in the circle, but he is not Jonvon. And he is not following the path exactly like Jonvon. The goose is cute, and all of a sudden a muskrat stands up out of the miasma of tarmac and cement and says something about the cuteness of the goose. Molecrickets suddenly emerge from Saint Augustine grass and move in happy herds to the sound of the rubber wheels of the trike on nearby sidewalks. The seagull is happy to see these frenchfries and molecrickets and the silly goose, who is magical and red, and the silly Jonvon who is riding a trike in a bizarre counterpoise to the cute goose and the muskrat who witnesses it all. Everything is silent for 1000 years and the tree grows and grows and grows and unknown butterflies and archaeopterii come to live in its branches and a dwarf emerges and the muskrat and him dance around the tree like jewish men at a really big important jewish holiday. and Jonvon is thinking about his family and friends and things that are ontological and dark and sleek and liquid and stone. he is sitting on a little carpet in his mind, riding his trike around that tree that is silicon and has thousands of arms reaching, graphlike, into different sectors. the goose is squawking. the tree becomes all things. everything suddenly is existing in that tree's maternity. it is bliss and molecrickets. it's like all kinds of amino acids that belong together finally meeting up. it is basically a huge circle around a huge tree where a little dwarf lives. it is joy and meaning and everything and nothing and what it is.