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unbodied: peace be upon him @ prab

unbodied: les feux rouges appeared on the horizon to the flock of ducks in flight like threats to the manhood of these little big riders of the light; the stargate of blurs danced before their eyes like it was sent by boddhisativa herself, except now boddhisatva was gene, and it was gene who was doing the fast delivering.......ride light the light, he whispered softly into duc1's ears.........duc1's felt the hands pressed against his chest like gene was a woman, his leather jacket creaked as he shifted up. suddenly his whole body seemed to lift from a single point, and up went the fingers, the holy gestures; it was a religious sacrament the slow old world types didn't understand. duc2 also felt he force of it, like a wave had come up behind him and relieved him of all that worldly weight......it was gene he was riding now, the bike itself now merely part of the dancing temporary phenomena of the slow material world....that night duc2's gf had a dream, their relationship had been going down hill ever since duc2 got into bikes in a big way and had no time for her chump change and polka dots....she woke up as duc2 morphed into the silence, she was alone on the floor on her chest and said to the shadow duc2 had left: "somebody hijacked my bus....". a proud zonky taking notes as this anecdote was read out like a catechism, whispered, "ah, the bus is their relationship.....gene has hijacked it..." zonk2 piped up..."yes but it is not duc2 on top, it is gene riding him, duc2 only sees himself on top," one row back zonk5 said shhhhhh......the pastor raised his head from its hanging position and nodded..."they got it."

unbodied in reply to unbodied: *then what did you do* a voice asked from the darkness of the confessional, "after the bus was hijacked..." duc2's girlfriend caught a vision of duc2 speeding toward a single point on the horizon...she recalled the revving of her moans as she lay there on the floor that night; they had the same sonic texture as those of the slug as it shifted into higher gear, and they were perfectly in sync for those with an ear to hear..."I called the police."