Buster and the Baby angel, Chapter 11

Funny story written by Pointer

Tuesday, 27 February 2007


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Can you image, sweet reader , what life is like for a dear little hermaphrodite whose very existence depended upon duct taped wings? Well, like most of us it had moments of great glory and lots of hours and days of difficulty. This splendid winged creature walked amid her fellow villagers as a visitor from another dimension.Perhaps that is why years later it seemed to those who knew her that gravity had so little hold upon her. Was she faking it or are wings real or manufactured enough to raise one to that imagined height that flight bestows even upon the airborne rat we call the pigeon. Apparently a creature can foul all manner and means of architectural and sculptural and human magnificence and all it need do is take flight and even those just shat upon stand in awe and wonder. We fascinans and tremens in the face of the ability to leave this accursed earth-bound existence and fly away! And so our Lilithanne Aconda became that phenomenon that average people love and hate. How it hurt her to be so despised for a specialness that none could see!

They hated her for her glorious wings and all forgot the real reason why the child was in danger of being outcast and exterminated in the first place. Night after night the child would gaze upon the phoney wings and then peer down to her true uniqueness . She had no idea what it meant to have the sex organs of both genders between her legs and yet in a kind of prescient genius she loved her body ,not yet even knowing that few possessed these diverse parts in a pair as she did.

The obvious play on Anaconda in her wonderous appellation came from her father's strange adventures in the Amazon in search of the great explorer Faulkner. Like many of his generation there was a fascination with the search for the Amazon cities rumored to hold a lost civilization in the heart of the rain forest. Kurt Kniffleblossom was one of the many amateur anthropologists who ventured into the Amazon to find the lost Faulkner or the explanation for his disappearance. Though he returned empty of answers,he could never empty his head of the Indian priestess covered from head to foot with the interwrapped tatoos of the anacondas that stalked all living things in the jungle.

When the proud Papa first saw his daughter's phallus all he could think about was the priestess whose phallic snake tatoos decorated her entire body. His vivid memories of course were jogged by the many nights Kurt and the priestess found their way into each others arms and legs and... well you get the idea. Kurt could not help but imagine that in some way the Anaconda priestess had left her serpentine mark on him and that this one of a kind child had somehow proceeded from his loins like the brightly colored snake markings across the voluptuous body of holy woman of the Amazon.What part her dear mum played in the child's formation still remains to be seen and maybe even smelt,felt,tasted and heard.

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