I wrote this a while back as a part of a larger entry, but just couldn’t bring myself to include it. Well, since I fell asleep this evening and got absolutely nothing done (like the finishing of about the 17 entries I have as drafts now that I told myself I would do), I figure I’ll go ahead and post this, since after re-reading it this time I have come to discover it has some form of humor involved with it. That of course, does not mean it’s good humor.
I wrote this when I was pretty convinced I was having an identity crisis. I’m not totally convinced that those days are over.
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[Klaxons sound. Red lights flash. Fade into a set reminiscient of the Bridge of bad Star Trek episodes and a conglomeration of the cartoony, stereotypical anthropormorphic view of cells running around inside a human brain a la Osmosis Jones]
Captain James Thalamus Quirk: Report.
Mr. (Mental) Block: Captain, sensors indicate we have been hit with a shockwave of unknown origin.
Captain: Raise ego shields. Damage Control!
Sulcus: Captain… Damage Control reports a breach in the subconcious. We have memories flooding the Id compartment.
Captain: Evacuate that area! Evasive maneuvers!
Mr. Block: Captain, I believe I have the source of the shockwave pinpointed. Putting it on main viewer.
Captain: My… God! That’s…
Sulcus: An inner-space identity rift!
Captain: Can we seal it?
Mr. Block: I believe we can, if we fire Crazers directly at the focal point of the rift, it might cause a cascading bout of temporary insanity. But the outcome could be worse than the rift itself.
Captain: How so?
Sulcus: It could cause the host to write some parody so foul that it could wipe out the existence of its audience… forever!
Captain: We… have to take… that chance. Fire!
Sulcus: Firing!
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Ahem…
Sorry about that. They can’t all be gems. Meanwhile, back at the (funny) farm…
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