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Tuesday, 6 February 2007

Following is an excerpt from renowned novelist new novel, entitled "Buster and The Baby Angel".

Buster and The Baby Angel

Chapter One

No, Fuckhead.

Chapter Two

Buster Fuckhead had spent most of his entire natural life trying to make people laugh. Not because he believed in bringing joy or happiness to others, it was just that he loved to see the deformed faces of laughing people. The wide open mouth - the stretched skin of the face -the tilted back head- the flared nostrils and those crazy Shar-Pei wrinkles. The shaking torso and the absurd sounds like jack and jane asses in heat!

Laughter for Buster revealed the true foolishness of the human animal and the revelation of ridiculousness was what he thrived on. Call him sarcastic, call him cynical he would have confessed in a heartbeat and gloried in that blatant admission of guilt. That is until the day he met the Baby Angel.

Chapter Three

The Baby Angel seemed ageless and moved as if gravity had little hold on her. How this ancient comedian's and such a being 's paths crossed will probably never be explained. But a lot of life's crisses and crosses will always remain obscured in mystery .

This star crossed and crissed couple found themselves on a roadside contemplating a flattened bike tire in the propitious presence of a dirty old minivan with room enough for a disabled bike, a vision of sweetness and a cruddy old clown .

The van belonged to the abandoned past of a cast away comic. The bike to the girl. The stop was occasioned by a rare moment of clarity and an even more unusual occurrence of kindness (or was it lust) in the mind of the usually distracted Buster.And so our story begins with a devilish chauffeur, a two wheeled(one flat) companion and a rescued angel aboard a shaky, aged, creaking craft.

The story above is a satire or parody. It is entirely fictitious.

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