Here is my debut. My new favorite character. My already famous short story about some guy named Rick (you don't really have to know him). He's great because he's such a heroic character. Believe me. I wrote this story for a kind of fun literature session in my creative writing group, which explains the awesome topic, Sex on the Moon! Well I opted for metaphorical sex on the moon and just went crazy, creating this character I don't understand at all. Okay - to put it more literatic, I'm trying to create a genre which consists of elements of Nietzsche, Dadaism, Postmodernism, Kafka, Shakespeare, lollipops, senselessness, madness, vulgarity and Heraklit. I'll name it Weird Banana Art. Satisfied?
Well, just judge for yourself. Go on, read it!
[SOME GUY NAMED RICK]
Rick was perceived as a small man with curved back and some hair beneath a head with a bald top. His character was acknowledged as one of diligence mixed with a trickle of shyness, except at those times when his beloved ones could describe his behavior at best as "lunatic".
"Come", his wife called to him once in the middle of the night, when he was occupying the roof-top together with a long steel rod. "It is required", she added, and he felt an uncertain, if unfounded, guilt; for he had previously found her sleeping breast oddly reminiscent of a large and unproportionate crater, and felt a sexual desire inappopriate for such a plain object like his wife's breast. Still, for him the anatomical roundness of the object seemed to be that of a double crater, and he had given in to the lure of the not-day: To indulge, languishly, in the eye-cratered rough surface of his mind, attracted by its unfortunate tidal pull gravitating towards his uncertain sleep.
He descended vaguely between the staircase (from his point of Luna-observation). His wife's eye focused by inch on his monocle, and thereby he knew she knew (he hadn't known previously, neither of her insight nor his own action-being-questionable) that he had betrayed her - a narrowing of an eyelid, rather, like a lense focusing - he had betrayed her by means of a steel rod, on accounts of his unregretting voyeurism, indeed, completely lunatic: "It is required", she added, vanishing into the features of a stranger, "that I leave - your house is no longer, you but a wrinkle in your own imagination, turn into a non-person amongst your brethren, forever stamped - you leave your wife to utter loneliness during an eternal moment," the thing said, "to have obscene sex with a bitch on the moon."
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