the strange half-lifes of amoebas
(enter the fabulous thaddeus)
"Is it so hard.. to love me?" he whispered. A drop trickled to the end of
his nose, hung for an instant and plummeted. Deep within it, an amoeba chose
this instant to begin the subcellular dance of mitosis. It was interrupted
when impact with the ground shattered its watery environment.
The nun's blue eyes (and they were blue, endlessly blue, blue as the
unfathomable boundry between ocean and sky) seemed to cloud, to mist over. A
look of uncomfortable compassion came to her face. Her lips trembled, once.
Then they set. Her face hardened.
"Thou art hopeless, foolish one! What in the name of the Divine Virgin of
the Intersection of Garfield and Mariposa can you hope to accomplish in
fatuous infatuation with a Bride of Christ?"
Elliot's brown eyes (and they were brown, deep, velvet brown -- except that
in certain lights, they were amber, or sometimes a greenish cast came to
them, or even an eerie violet -- no, that was the reflection of the custom
headlights of an oncoming car) flicked uneasily, left and right, up and
down. Instinctively, his hand reached down to scratch his protruding
testicles, but he restrained himself at the last instant.
On the ground, a half-divided amoeba screamed "What the fuck was THAT?"
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