Housed in a glass observation deck, a monocled bonobo monkey sits crossed legged on the desk with his elbows on his knees observing the observers. His multicolor coat and his rose-colored monocle add character to his otherwise drab fur. Indeed, he is a character deserving of color. Having heard of the accomplishments of rat’s experiment with a human, he decided to visit the lab so that he could report his findings to his colleagues.
Our cages are in line giving the appearance of a stage to the audience of the lab rat and the monocled bonobo monkey. The stage is set and the show goes as such:
My dis-ease is easing and I have run the maze correctly more times than I can count. Lion longed for the chase of days gone by as he was rewarded with a tasty salad with ranch dressing. Since his services are no longer required, he sits starved in his cage much like Kafka’s Hunger Artist...the lion is the man and not the panther. The lion also did not choose to starve as the man did. At present, he licks his lips while observing the rat. The poor beast is starving and he has the right to beef about it.
He doesn’t give a rat’s ass.
The glassed in office of the lab rat that sports the lab coat, allows for us, the caged test subjects, to observe him as he observes us. However, ever since bear quit, rat has taken on too many hours and is thus not on point or en pointe, but he dances nonetheless. With arms and legs flowing to some music that only he can hear, we watch the effect of the two (2) hits of purple haze. We know that he is too far off to hear the likes of what pit bull is playing. No longer is he interested in external experiments as he is looking to experiment from the inside. Wine is fine, but whisky’s quicker...suicide is slow with liquor. Gone is his scotch and champagne glass. Rumor has it that he is setting up a lab to process DMT as a sideline.
Beaver, having completed his shift, exits stage left. Rabbit, having given up chastity, created a home dungeon where she and beaver take turns in being tops and bottoms in games of S&M. She preaches no more about the righteousness of chastity, but does boast about the delights of rough sex. Sloth is confused by the turn of events, however, at the same time, he is amused. He always had a stash of porno mags in his desk drawer, he jerked off regularly (in front of us), and donated his sperm for profit...or so we’ve heard. He is eager to hear of beaver’s escapades as it gets him off.
Bear, not being able to bear another minute of graveyard shifts, had turned in his resignation. He is now employed at a national park. As his alcohol abuse was a result of work, he joined the 12 step program and has been sober for 3 days. Although he still “sleeps ‘it’ off,” he does so in a small cave. His swanky crib was freely given to beaver and rabbit to “do their thing.”
Chimp and gorilla are still playing chess, however, I heard them mention strip poker only to laugh the idea off. Nonetheless, they have been given a deck of cards and perhaps they will play 21 (blackjack) or crazy 8s. Then again, duces and jacks, the man with the axe, but a natural pair of 7s beats all, may do them justice. They now don bandanas of red and blue respectively (Bloods and Crips).
Pit bull, despite dancing Swan Lake without toe shoes nor a tutu has since requested and was given a computer. Word has it that the bull wants to take down the lab computers via a DDOS attack. He does look cute with his new glasses and pocket protector. I can hear his downloaded music resonate tunes from bands such as Bad Religion, Rage Against the Machine, Anti-Flag, et al. He does not look like the type for such strong tunes, then again, looks are deceiving.
The remnants of the hat glue may have gotten to us all. Supposedly, hare died of insanity.
The monocled bonobo monkey is filming the lab with hopes of uploading to You Tube and going viral.~ Arachne ~ January 15, 2015 in the p.m. EST
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