musing
an emptied vessel
pleading with the muses for inspiration infusions
i'm never careful what i wish for...
oedipus rex sits in the captain's chair wearing a gold shirt and a visor that painfully injects data projections directly into his visual cortex
antigone in front of her small navigation console feels her brother's presence through the force
the stars whizzing by as they fly back towards the dawn of humanity
when they will crawl out of their crash-landing crater to tell the oracle their tale
achilles' shield is being smuggled through a worm hole in a firefly class ship
to be dropped off near a small tribe on the planet of the apes
to - the - sound - of - a - mo-no-li-thic - drum - beat
***
a descendent of paul muad'dib enjoys brunch at the restaurant at the end of the universe
a descendent of paul muad'dib enjoys brunch at the restaurant at the end of the universe
he listens with half an inner ear to muad'dib and both agamemnons debating ethics
as he stabs his still-live soup with his spork
***
moses, jesus and mohammed mosey into a saloon
moses, jesus and mohammed mosey into a saloon
where a man dances to bullets for wearing boots whose label makes them unfashionably ahead of their time
***
the bell rings
*ding* *ding*
mahatma dhalsim bursts out of his corner with his arms raised
extending them to strike tyler durden in the mouth
susan storm cheers, then disappears again
***
crash override finds himself standing on a stockpile of trash
begging for his childhood back
and room service
because there is no spoon
***
wonderland is being devoured by the nothing
the cheshire cat throws his piercings into the dead hatter's hat
pulling out a white rabbit while the red queen feeds edmund turkish delight from a box labelled "EAT ME"
***
d-d-d-d-dragons as old as the er-earth rise to wagner's ride of the valkyries
ridden by an army of green paladins holding their heads in their hands
ready to drop them on an unsuspecting germany
the nazgûl rotate their rings to update the enigma codes
alan turing walks his one ring into the depths of mordor
***
brutus in his blood-stained red riding hood is tied to a chair
he tut-tuts and shouts "what's up, doc?" as dr house rips away his mask to reveal... claudius!
who's sure he would've gotten away with it if it wasn't for you meddling kids
***
here i stand before you
and what i have to say is
we are all made up of stories
we are all cross-over fan fiction of one form or another
our stories demand to be shared, evolved, mixed up, mashed up, recombined, folded remolded and told again
there's no such thing as "original", you silly goose...
who can lay golden eggs...
storytime is relative, reflexive, reversible and true
to you
the bell rings
*ding* *ding*
mahatma dhalsim bursts out of his corner with his arms raised
extending them to strike tyler durden in the mouth
susan storm cheers, then disappears again
crash override finds himself standing on a stockpile of trash
begging for his childhood back
and room service
because there is no spoon
wonderland is being devoured by the nothing
the cheshire cat throws his piercings into the dead hatter's hat
pulling out a white rabbit while the red queen feeds edmund turkish delight from a box labelled "EAT ME"
d-d-d-d-dragons as old as the er-earth rise to wagner's ride of the valkyries
ridden by an army of green paladins holding their heads in their hands
ready to drop them on an unsuspecting germany
the nazgûl rotate their rings to update the enigma codes
alan turing walks his one ring into the depths of mordor
brutus in his blood-stained red riding hood is tied to a chair
he tut-tuts and shouts "what's up, doc?" as dr house rips away his mask to reveal... claudius!
who's sure he would've gotten away with it if it wasn't for you meddling kids
here i stand before you
and what i have to say is
we are all made up of stories
we are all cross-over fan fiction of one form or another
our stories demand to be shared, evolved, mixed up, mashed up, recombined, folded remolded and told again
there's no such thing as "original", you silly goose...
who can lay golden eggs...
storytime is relative, reflexive, reversible and true
to you
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