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Subject: {ASSM} From TxM6 Politically Correct Eulogy Liana VII
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Copyright (c) 2000 Sean Farragher.
0916XfalseEulogy
Politically Correct Eulogy
Liana Juliana Part VII
"Can life pause on the middle spaces, between
the note A and C, before settling into banks of
books for martyrs to stamp "SYMBOL" cased and
washed on the coins scattered in the graveyard
where Liana could be anointed and restored?"
HENRY:
"I love writing a socially but not politically
correct eulogy. As Liana did not die, I wanted
to write the opposite of a memorial. I want
Liana to live for something beside the cocaine
we sprinkled as a flavor over sweet Carvel and
Dairy Queen."
She softly didn't die in my arms," Henry cried.
"I didn't do her, ever, not once, or her me. I
am innocent, and no one will believe it.
One night, as I drove back from the city, Liana
said I was a serpent, and when devoured I was
regurgitated as God Osiris, and she was Isis,
my sister-wife. She claimed that Keb and Nut
were our parents, and that Horus was our son
who woke the day. Isn't that the perfect role
for an all night cab driver?
Speaking quietly to himself, Henry proclaimed
that Liana had in the near perfect present
exchanged favors for taxi rides to score that,
which brought her sleep. She had become, as an
addict, another member of the World's Fair
Nuclear Drug Review and Cab Driver Help Society.
"We killed her, but she actually didn't die,"
Henry mesmerized said with a sudden drop in tone
that signified I resign or quit. "Who can we
protect, Henry asked? What does any right or
wrong justify, Henry continued. It is more what
we don't do that sets in motion the tragic. We
cannot avoid responsibility, and to do that, we
become incapable not only of knowing right from
wrong, but that space between where decisions
and righteousness are no longer in conflict."
"She's beautiful one bystander said, catching a
glimpse of her face, as they lifted her into
ambulance."
"She is dark, graceful, intelligent, and died
for escape," Henry added, "and she will soon be
gone, never to return."
"Where the fuck you sending her Henry," the
Gadfly appeared out of air and circled fires
waiting for a chance to add his two cents to the
conversation, if you can call it that.
Henry," Christ Tina said, looking away, grim,
holding Henry's hand, for better or worse
ignoring the Gadfly."
Nothing stays constant, Christ Tina giggled. A
nervous laugh. The kind that settles hard in
your heart.
Henry loved Christ Tina. Liana should have had
the same love. We all could, the Gadfly,
miserable, paced. I am tired of you all, he
shook his fist, and the dark ran solid in our
eyes, but then rosy dawn set sail again, hold
nothing back, the Gadfly warned. "Keep it
honest," he spat. And, for a while, the world
was almost sane.
When Liana woke up the next morning, hungry for
her meat and potatoes, she called Hudson Street Cabs.
Car #4 Henry arrived ten minutes later. He got her
the smack she needed. "It's too easy to die," she said.
"Shit," Henry said. Just the word shit.
Maybe I should fucken kill her, Henry thought. Or fuck
her. Why not. She's dead anyway. Might as well get some.
--
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