0108 moon chunks (or moon shower)

The moon snorted. 

Its lower lip trembled.

One day the moon dreamed of a magical lasso pulling it toward earth, anchored by a stoic looking cowboy, with gold plated chaps and a Louis Vuitton emblazoned satchel. It was one of those uncannily vivid dreams that seems too real to let go, and as it fades you feel as if you have lost a tiny, happy part of yourself. The moon felt that way now, its prize had been swallowed by a virulent type of space. The climax of a lost dream stolen, because you awake before reaching the best part. 

The moon erupted ancient curdled cheese from it ears and began to sob.

***

Premnath was on his way home. Moisture fell from the sky. Rain? he wondered, but when he looked up there were no clouds.

58.

The differentials were astounding the integration exasperating. The moon was a few hundred miles from the promise of flight. If you examined history it had taken humans maybe a million years to learn to fly and they had to go outside the realms of the strictly natural to do it. The moon had no such option, it begrudgingly bowed at the seat of the laws of nature, all it could do was bide its time and orbit. It looked toward the fleeting promise of its lost salvation, lost indeed, Tommy's silver streaks had somehow vanished along with the rest of the party.

on the fireside/in the darkside/through the space/time side...


Friendly Fire seeped through the seems of torn space/time, a rift in reality that revealed nothing, except to those willing to investigate, not by observation, but by immersion. In the world left behind darkness was outside the reach of light, always running away. In the void this was not so. FF was smothered so much it could not see or sense itself. It vaguely remembered Simon, the explosion, the people. It pressed on if such a thing were possible. With no reference point, in the middle of nothing, movement probably didn't really exist, in reality (this one) maybe nothing else did either.

44.

The Moon looked on with an uneasy, impatient, but eager anticipation, like a child watching snow fall hoping that school will be canceled. The flying boy was on the way. The Moon, in spite of the almost nauseous tension that this caused, hadn't felt this good about anything in years. In a rare reversal, the thought that its self would soon possibly have its desire of autonomous movement filled the moon with compassion rather than an even more amplified sense of self obsession. It looked down at the earth, in the direction from which the flying boy had come (as much as it could, continuously spinning on your axis makes some things difficult) "I hope there aren't too many batrachophobiacs down there." It whispered. As the moon smiled at its own generosity, it couldn't help but notice that the progress of Tommy, that worthy vessel who carried the prized package, had been halted. The smile quickly transmorphed into its symmetric opposite form.

25.

The moon had explicitly instructed his servants to bring back Simon alive. Tommy thought that administrating a light dose of third degree burns would be an acceptable discretion on his part.

22.

I better make this sound good.

"Behold the mighty moon! Who giveth light to those who would not walk in darkness, hear my words!"

"Oh dear, here we go Tommy, he or she or whatever it is, is at it again. I hoped it'd forgotten we were here. I'll handle this." said Galahad.

If anything was going through Tommy's head at that moment, you would not have known it to look at him. He would have made an amazing poker player.

"Yes, mighty moon, what is it you wish to inflict upon us now?"

"I have given you solace, in your time of lamentation, be not flippant to your great deliverer."

"Of course, my apologies dear sir, it's just that we live in your left ear and it's not the most comfortable of spots. Not that I'm ungrateful, it's just that I can't take you seriously when you adopt that quasi-God complex and begin jabbering like some one's inserted a 40 mile pole-axe up your arse. What I mean to say is that you're a rock, not that there's anything wrong with that, but where I come from that doesn't count for much. In fact the only thing rocks were good for really were to be tossed about, and I must say you've continued the tossing tradition quite nicely. I'm sorry you were saying."

Damn he's onto me. "Silence mortal."

"Well, strictly speaking that's something of a misnomer."

"SILENCE!! The equinox" Yeah that sounds like it could maybe be believable. "draweth near and I have it on good authority that as surely as I circle the earth, when the time cometh I shall loose control of my bodily functions and my ears shall overflow with my righteous indignation--"

"Cheese puss? you cold hearted son of a --"

"I AM A PATIENT LOVING MERCIFUL BEING, BUT FOR THE FINAL TIME SHUT THE **** UP. YOU WILL GO TO EARTH AND BRING ME THE FLYING ONE."

"The who?"

"LOOK!" The moon directed a few of the suns rays down through a series of channels and internal holes, when the light reached Tommy and Galahad it formed an image which looked very much like Simon flying through the night sky. It was a skill that he'd mastered over the eons and one that he was thoroughly impressed with.

"Most impressive, Mr. moon."

"INDEED. YOU WILL BE SPARED THE WRATH OF MY FURY WRUNG OUT, TINY WARRIOR & UGLY LIZARD, IF YOU GIVE HEED UNTO MY WORDS. THE CHEESE WILL HAVE RECEDED BY THE TIME OF YOUR RETURN AND IF YOU ARE FAITHFUL IN FULFILLING MY COMMAND YOU SHALL OBTAIN THAT WHICH YOU HAVE SOUGHT THESE LONG YEARS."

"More cheese?"

"THINK HARDER FOOLISH KNIGHT."

Galahad looked over at his Dragon friend. Tommy began to smile.

15.

The night sky was clear as far as the eye could see,which wasn't very far in the dark. The moon wanted to try and use its own luminousness to its advantage before the sun came up. The engine room of its mind was still burning through coal at an impressive rate, creating a lot of smoke, but not really going anywhere. Thinking was not one of the moons favourite things.

Shards of memory began to retroactively reform. There's nothing in here? What have I been doing out here all this time? He cursed himself, which seemed to do the trick, finally the brain train started rolling...

That's right I remember now: Here be dragons .

11.

Brandon wasn't the only one who noticed this seemingly singular phenomena; The Moon, who had all but lost interest in the comings and goings of earth's passengers through wanton acts of self-absorption, long ago, paused for a moment. Not in movement, but in thought, he had seen flying stars, but never flying humans, not like this.

"Hello. You down there, with the fiery tale." The moon was a bright chap when he wanted to be and had mastered a number of languages being quite proficient in the use of English. What he failed to realise is that sound doesn't travel so well in a vacuum, still he persisted: "Hello, Mr. flying man!" No answer.

With all his might he willed every one of his neurons to fire, shaking off many millennia of mental inertia, pooling all his resources in an effort to reach out to the flying man. He needed to know how he was flying and wanted to know right now.

6.

The moon had long sought to out run the earth, but no matter how hard it tried it always seemed to find itself going around in circles. The dizzying effect of its sisyphitic journey across the night (and sometimes day) sky, weighed heavily upon its ever diminishing self-esteem. The Sun and stars blazed and sparkled on their own power, while it on the other hand was living on borrowed light, which often burned its face and left its backside rather pale in comparison(though few people ever saw there). With all the mindless spinning was it too much to ask for a decent tan?

Legend tells of the earth's greatest sniper who once shot a suped up Steyr SSG 69 bullet clear around the world and blew his own head off. Just to prove he could. The shot traveled at the same velocity and trajectory as the moon. Fast enough to avoid colliding with the earth, too slow to pull away from its orbit. Was there no escape?

Spiteful ruminations danced delicately along the precipice of its mind narrowly avoiding the chasm of insanity which had lay in wait on all sides for the better part of 6000 years (according to some Christian scholars). In reality it had been much longer than that, far longer, somewhere in the ballpark of 4.5 billion years. Damn you big bang, damn you to hell you inconsiderate bastard, why couldn't I've been a star...whine...whinge...cry... moan. 4.5 billion years was a long time, just ask the earth she had to put up with this s*** everyday.

4.

ribit, ribit

"I don't understand, he's not eating again. I'm going to have to start a damn pet shop just to get rid of these things."

"They're so cute though. I swear if the SPCA ever found out about this racket, you'd probably end up as Michael Vick's celly. Hey,I had this guy come into work today. You coulda fed him to your little beasty. Koopa probably feels guilty about eating the puppies, but you put another monster in there with him and he'd let loose, my guy woulda been perfect."

"That's dumb and you sound more depraved than I am."

ribit, ribit

"You're not depraved Daly, you're just misunderstood. Animal sacrifice is perfectly normal."

"Funny. Well C, shall we take one of these mutts for a walk while I think about what to do with them. I'm gonna drop by Simon's long the way. You shoulda heard him earlier. I mean I know he's crazy, but it's like he's constantly trying to out do himself."

ribit

"What are we gonna do there?"

"Go to the moon."

1.

"I'm powered by the magic of sugar." Simon: Sugardelic Superstar

"What are you saying?" Daly: Inventive, Didactic, Inquisitor.

"Some people might call it an addiction, I prefer to call it an insulin spike."

"Aha, so what is it do?" Eyes beginning to show signs of concern.

"Glad you asked. It raises my blood sugar levels thereby releasing insulin into my system. The thing I don''t understand is that if the insulin's already there (in my body somewhere) then why does my body hold it back? Well ya know maybe I am addicted, don't tell anyone OK.

"Why not you just did, anything else?"

"Not that I know of, just the usual. Flying to the moon later today. It's one of my secret powers. Our secret now."

"Umm, what are you on?"

"Sugar!"

This last statement seemed to put a damper on the conversation.

When they came to themselves. Daly looked hesitant about something, visibly. Cerebraly he may have been indifferent, but I don't read minds.
If you could have seen them both they would have reminded you of The Gorillaz, not that ape-like contemporaneous ancestor of humans but the cartoon crappy band The Gorillaz. It's very distinctive.

They both smelled more or less the same. With their noses. However, Simon had been experimenting with other orifices without success. Food usually entered through the mouth & exited through the rectum, while undergoing several chemical reactions. Most of them unpleasant, but then there was insulin.

When Daly was a younger chap he had a pet dog, which was depressingly unoriginal, He decided then that it was his life's mission to feed pet puppies to his specially imported Komodo Dragon, the novelty was quite exciting. Canada hasn't been the same since. With the recent diet issues of Koopa (the Komodo Dragon), Daly's been in search of a new life's quest. Simon wonders if sugar is the answer.