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Mr. Sofalumpkins and Dr. Funkinchunkin

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Submitted by Chamberlain on Sun, 06/28/2009 - 17:42.

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Sofalumpkins: a trans-dimensional gestalt entity, embedded through divergence of time and space in our reality, as several inanimate objects.

Funkinchunkin: a self-contained “primordial soup” of insoluble origins; detailed genetic analysis impervious to scientific inquiry – configuration of allele variations indecipherable. I was created. My exact origins, however, are unknown. I am neither an equation nor a formula. Merely the sum. “Do you know the significance of this?!?!” His voice boomed out into the cavernous nothingness, but nobody heard. I heard. Although I lacked a comprehensive design, there was biochemical activity. Pulsation. I am that double bond between the second and third carbons of the chain. “Perhaps just a drop…Yes, just…a…DROP!” He grinned maniacally, but his hand trembled over the beaker. Borosilicate glass 100 ml R. Just a drop. I reacted. I bubbled. I spat. I burned. I hissed. “Impossible? Blasphemous!” he bellowed, “They might even shake my hand.” I bled through a red copper capillary tube, past the distillation apparatus. 4 Litres stainless steel, electrical automatic. “Syringe. Syringe. Syringe.” He swirled playfully, butterfly needle in hand. I trickled into the conical flask. 250 ml Borosil glass. Hovering over me, he drew me up into the cold cavity of the stainless steel. Silence, as I surged through his veins. I knew exactly where I was going. He recoiled in pain, yet his lips curled back in a knowing smile. “We are one,” he slobbered, transformed. His mind flickered wildly. The dipping, sliding, and bending of tones. Melodic psychosis. I had arrived. *** I am a fluid dynamic. I am an oscillation. I have height, length, energy and frequency. I create and emit a continuous wave of rhythm. Backbeat, downbeat, offbeat, upbeat. Syncopated eloquence. Metronomical precision. I am that sound that resonates in the darkest dimensions of your mind. Listen. I’m here. “We’re here.”

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