Welcome to the weird and wonderful, confusing, sad, empty, full, blizzard of ______.
A tale of two older men shootin the shit and bringing some very odd
memories and habits to light. Only in Bizzaroworld where nothin is out of
the question; Where weird is normal, where seagulls feast on the larvae of chickimums to keep the whitewalkers at bay while the rapunzels multiply through quantum physics just because Kim Jong-un has a thing for hair. Bizzaroworld makes strange the norm.
Dr. Toots: So good to see you Duprey, you don't look half your age my boy
Duprey: Well I've lived in this bubble suit my whole life, no pollutants has been good for my looks not my boredom, I can't say the same to you though Toots, those cookies you tool from me can't be of any help.
Dr. Toots: yes, yes the reason you wanted to see me, the cookies
Duprey: Why on earth did you take them when I told you they had paint chips in them? I need them so I'm not stuck living through old age in a damn bubble suit, can you imagine? I think death suits me more than this plastic contraption. Surely your life is not as constricted as mine as to slowly poison yourself?
Toots: well, you see Duprey I grew up on paint chips. My parents sprinkled them on my cupcakes on birthdays (possibly hoping we would get high I suppose) ..... Now that I think about it, all my birthdays were possibly hallucinations of my greatest fantasies. On birthday 13 I rode through the magestic valley of Conse on my unicorn Sorenda and we made love under the willow tree purring with each tender moment. Our bodies entwined in the bliss of purity. We had become one.
Duprey: WTF there are no unicorns and that is just wrong, Have the paint chips made you completely insane?
Toots: My parents glued a horn on my Sorenda making her a unicorn as for my birthday request. And love Duprey is not wrong. Surely you have loved before?
Duprey:(long silence) I have (sigh) I had this army doll named Alfred when I was younger, we did everything together. He was the only thing ever allowed in my suit. He was everything to me, we shared everything. (long silence) But I know that I was young, ignorant and god damn it he was just a fucking doll Toots.
Toots: I'm not pushing anything, no need to get upset. Its ok, we'll talk about the paint chips again to get your mind off of Alfred for a moment that must be very painful. ... lets see where was I, oh yes, My parents put paint chips in my milk as well saying it would give me strong bones as they were the savior of all problems. To them, there was no God, only the chips of paint that attach to the art of the storyteller.
Duprey: What the bloody hell, what jokes are planting in my brain?
No joke, only the tale of someone who grew up outside a bubble and has a palet for paint chips.