Munmun(62)

What do I mean by that, I mean I found myself maybe a little too confident, a little too brainless and chatty, talking without even deciding to, infact saying every single thought that I have, sort of assuming people want to hear every single one of my thoughts even though my thoughts moreandmore were just boring observations of myself, ee gee, “Hey everybody, I just realized food gets stuck the most often in the third upper toothgap from the right, there always seems to be some soft little mushball in that specific gap, isn’t that kind of special and intresting, let’s all think about the food in my toothgaps.”

Or, “Hey everybody, I can rotate basic shapes super fast in my mind now, I’m doing it even while talking to you, look at that thing go, well I guess you can’t but trustme it’s pretty amazing, anyway I’ll keep you posted.”

Also I had fewer feelings, I felt like more of a robot, more intrested in inputs, outputs, drugs, and tasks.

But maybe it’s an improvement. Afterall, who wants to be the Warner I used to be, who misses that anxious cautious loser afraid of improving himself, forget that kid, I don’t even remember being him, thankgod he’s not running the show anymore.





DREAMWORLD


At night my dreaming got stronger, but even less control than before, nodoubt it was the drugs.

No longer was I deciding to dream things, choosing my dreamstuff, instead it appeared in my head like a homeinvader, usually from the sky and enormous.

If I thought Lossy Indica was a Cram Jam of flushholes, automatically it was and I had no control, twentyscale kingkongs and godsillas waltzed in the street over our heads, smashing each other down through trapdoors.

A lunatic skyparade of cartwheeling airships and spaceshuttles, breaking apart and whipping chunks into the ground like oneway boomerangs, oops, it arrived in my mind and now it’s in yours too.

If I thought a herd of asteroids was slowly charging us from below the horizon, lookout, here they come, sunrising from the ocean, drumming their hooves like a civilwar, this grim avalanche of spinning marbles coats us all in fire.

If I thought an airless darkness was extincting all lifeonearth, then goodbye lifeonearth, I know it’s my fault but please believe I’m as bummed about this as you are, ohwell though, tomorrow’s anotherday.





LIFEANDDEATHWORLD


And in the anotherday I was a charming druggy babbler, handsome Markfive’s cool yoked excon buddy, the math was staying on my brainshelves and prettysoon I truly believed I could do anything.

But to really look the part you need some style.

The brand for me was obvious, racks and racks of it existed at Mun World in the glitzy section of Highend Halfscale Fashion, it even resembled the stylish threads of Markfive himself.

Enough was enough, it was time to get fresh, after a couple weeks of the Markfive drugprogram I yelled outloud to no one, “Enough is enough, it’s time to get fresh,” and strutted into Highend Halfscale feeling amazing and told the salesfriend Jeans, “Guesswhat, it’s your luckyday, you’re about to sell me a subscription to Fresh But Chill.”

Jeans was overjoyed, I did three or four songsworth of slick dancemoves, we laughed until we cried and then shopped like maniacs and I walked out of there looking like a fresh miracle, thinking, Mun World has been waiting across the parkinglot allalong for me to discover my true self, and now I am truly the truest Warner there ever was, fresh yet also chill.

Did I think at all about the vanishing munmuns, the vampire hose in my neck, sure I did, it was defiant thoughts of, Look, rightnow I have some muns in munflow so it’s a few weeks before the subscription outruns the allowance and whoknows what can happen between now and then,

and what, you expect me to never spend munmuns like some kind of cheap scared loser, heck no,

and hey, prettysoon I’ll retrack to Mathy where you’re guaranteed a sweet income for life, I guess you could say the future’s so bright, it literally blinded me.

I wasn’t spending tons of time in the parkinglot anymore, all freetime has to be dedicated to math, also the parkinglot became kind of a messedup place for me, suddenly daves started following me around yelling, “CHOOCHOO, I’LL SAVE YOU PRINCESS, LOLLLLL.”

Tray and Brand got weird around me too, finally I had to ask, crew, what’s up.

“Dave, sorry, but everyone’s watching this vid, is this really you,” wondered Brand, hitting play.

Title comes on first: LITTLETRAIN FOLLIES, oldtimey font, nutbrown and flickering like a wildwest, piano clomping away.

Now in the vid are some rats, sitting in a boxcar, nibbling playingcards.

Prettysoon the vid wonders, who’s sitting with these rats, let’s have a slow lazy look over there, why it’s little Usher in his cheap kimono, twitching and sweating.

Who else rides fake little trains, well how about little Prayer, look at her mashed into a passengercab, her princessdress is trapped but flapping in the wind.

“Loottenant, I do believe these trains get smallerandsmaller everyyear,” she pipes, stiff and weird, in an accent she doesn’t know.

And guesswho is next, dingdingding, you got it, little soldier Warner, face bulging through the glassless windows.

“Some rascally savage has surely shrunk them, Princess,” shouts little soldier me in his high thin littlevoice.

Meanwhile in the parkinglot a whole crowd had formed around us, hooting and shoving, holycrap he’s watching it he’s watching it, lololol dave is that really you.