GIDDY GIDDY BALMY MOOD

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Fiction

Author : Anant Srinath
Age : 18
Type : Monologue
Genre : Comedy Fiction

Summary : The second coming!

                 GIDDY.GIDDY BALMY MOOD
(a probable confirmation to Mushy.Mushy Densehood)

               I don't recall any other place other
than the projector palace fiddling about these
plausibly serene but distinctly impish mug that moulds
itself onto the essentials of the human head. Yup, I'm
talking of the "front of the head from the top of the
forehead to the base of the chin and from ear to ear"
of the average lover.

              Now, it's quite pleasurable to sink in
your allotted cushion and soak in the ardent chumpy
looks portrayed on the screen and use it to make
yourself a hit at one of those parties that you walk
into without being uninvited. It came as quite a shock
to me to realize, the screen though silver, the
setting didn't seem to go with it (no slimy finger, no
popcorn breath that doth linger). So then, when the
shower finally brought me to the complete faculty of
my senses, this parasite of a facial discrimination
was dancing on the misty looking glass - which is
logically equivalent to the index of my mind.

            Ya ya, you can't stand people coming up to
you and making a mess of the place splotching about
all their gooey love tales. Then, permission to use a
pun, please sit down.

            So, if you come across a sulky character
with lips dropping from the respective parent jaws and
the map above the brows make a nice piece of abstract
art, with the eyes gone forlorn looking over your
shoulder & a possible tongue that makes it rounds
under the aforesaid droopy labium; while all this, of
course, was quite incomprehensible to you till, the
being bumped into you while you were contemplating
ways of getting out of its way, as it would have been
pushing through with its head hanging low; you'd
definitely have met my evil twin (my bonny antonym!)
with the weight of his head on his shoulders and a
downbeat facade to sport.
           For Darling, *me* of all merry things on
God's coloured earth, you wouldn't meet on land, I've
these clipped wings you see, I sort of flutter about
the place. Love is a much heady thing, sigh...

Statutory Warning: You are entering uncharted
territory, sticky territory. Yes, it's wet, its icky.
It is found to be contagious, so proceed with caution.
Please remove any blindfolds that you may be wearing
and watch where you step for you may be sloshed with a
disagreeable amount of sap. (er... should this have
come at the top?)

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Posted 06/27/2004