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| | c o m m u n i c a t i o n s | |
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...presents... The Burn Turns Two Into One
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Part 2 by Obscure Images
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>>> a cDc publication.......1990 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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(continued from cDc #140)
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Chapter 3: Sweetness In The Air
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Paul threw his portfolio and carrying bag into a corner of his room,
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flipped the television on, and flopped down on the bed. This was another of
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the many rituals that made up Paul Selby's life. Today it was not only ritual,
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it was necessity. After walking quickly from the art building, the less-than-
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fit Paul needed to take a breather. The door opened as Paul's overheated
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systems cooled themselves off, and Lisa walked in having just taken a shower.
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"Ah, I see you've finally decided to show up," she said gruffly,
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closing the door.
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"It was really fucking cool today, Lisa; I got the flow back, man. It
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was really trippy. I was just sitting there zoned as usual and all of a sudden
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I had a vision and I had to paint it," yelped Paul in the hyperkinetic voice he
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always got when he was excited.
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"You really should go take a shower soon, we have to get going pretty
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quick," she said, carefully ignoring Paul's last speech. That could be heard
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later. If they were going to ever make it to dinner, she'd have to get him
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moving.
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"Oh yeah," said Paul, "I'll tell you about it later."
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Paul took off his clothing and threw it into the dirty pile; then he
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went to the closet to put on his robe and wandered down the hallway, his head
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lost in the events of the day. Meanwhile, Lisa wondered about Paul while
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putting on her clothes. It's amazing how a person like Paul can successfully
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exist in the real world, she thought. One minute he can be painfully inert,
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and then in a fraction of a second he can be bouncing off the walls. Still,
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she loved him, or at least she thought that the feeling that she had for him
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could be called love. He wasn't a real prize; all of her girl friends like him
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but can't figure out why she'd want to live with him. He is kinda dopey
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looking, and he certainly needs to lose some weight; but then again, so do I,
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she thinks. Her mind turns away from her reasoning of why she loved Paul, best
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not to think about something like that. The feeling is there, and that is all
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that matters. She turns her attention to the figure in the mirror, putting
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makeup on her pale face. Paul doesn't understand why she needs to wear makeup,
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but then again Paul doesn't understand a lot of things about women.
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The door opens up again, revealing a wet-haired Paul. The door closes
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and he leans up against it with a strange look in his eyes. Of course Lisa
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knows that look very well, it's his "wow, she's really beautiful" look.
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Naturally, as the ritual moves on, he opens his mouth and says, "Wow, you're
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really beautiful." Lisa has to laugh, at least on the inside. It's always
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nice how he can do the same things time again and still keep them fresh. He
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puts the robe away and starts fishing in his drawers for some clean clothes.
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Lisa watches with interest, even though she's seen him in the nude thousands of
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times, he's still funny to watch. She felt a surge of happiness for some
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reason and if he wouldn't have been still dripping wet she'd have grabbed him
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and given him a kiss. However ugly he was, she still found him attractive for
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whatever reason.
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They finally finished preparing for dinner and, dressed in their best
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clothing, left the house to go to the restaurant. The restaurant was the one
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fancy place in DeKalb, and it was also priced the highest. It didn't really
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matter, the two of them had been saving up for a while for a good night out on
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the town, even if there wasn't much of a town.
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"What'd you do today?" asked Paul
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"Oh, I had to do some dipshit work on a project for soshe. I ran into
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a couple people though and we went out to lunch, it was a good time. What were
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you saying earlier about your painting?"
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"Oh it wasn't a really big thing, but I finally got myself working on a
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painting again. I've got a show coming up before too long and I was starting
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to get worried about it."
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"No need to worry, I figured you'd catch the flow again one of these
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days. Oh yeah, how was Jim doing?"
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Laughing for a second, Paul replied, "Jim is painting frantically
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trying to get all his work done. He's no fun when he's rushing around like
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that."
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"No, I suppose not," she said.
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At that point the food arrived on the table and they broke off the
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conversation to eat. Paul began to daydream about Lisa as he worked on his
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food. It was like seeing visions, Lisa's radiant nude form reclining on a
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polished black table, with a completely black man in his own form hovering
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above.
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Lisa detached herself from her food and thought about what exactly Paul
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was doing. There were times where he suddenly seemed to vacate his body, like
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now for instance. He started to eat, and then it looked like his body was
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running itself while he left for a while. She wondered what he was thinking
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about when he did that. The food was really good, but Lisa was anxious for the
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meal to move on, she had more interesting things planned for after dinner.
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They finished the meal not too long after that, so they paid the bill
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and walked out into the chilly DeKalb air. The plan was to go to a movie, but
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when they got to his car Lisa decided to change the plan. Paranoid as usual,
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Paul wondered about the sudden change in plans, and what he did wrong to make
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her want to cut the date short. They pulled into the parking space and got out
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of the car. Paul was about to follow Lisa up the stairs to their room when she
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told him to go hang around in the living room for a half-hour before coming
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upstairs. Shrugging, Paul wandered into the living room where Jim and some of
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the guys were watching television.
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"Hey Stud, why you home so early? Have a bad time?" asked Jim.
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"I don't know, it's really weird, we were on our way to the movies and
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she said that she wanted to go back here, then when we get here we start up the
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stairs to the room and she told me to come hang out here for a bit and then to
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come up there," said Paul.
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"Heavy, man, that's really weird," said the longhair that they called
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Puffin.
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Paul sat down on the couch next to Puffin and vaguely watched whatever
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was on television while chatting with Jim and Puffin. Apparently, Puffin was
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holding two hits of acid and gave them to Paul. "Pretty good shit" according
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to Puffin. He pocketed the hits and left to go up to the room to see what was
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with Lisa.
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He climbed the stairs and then knocked on the door to let her know that
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he was there. She told him to come in, so he opened the door enough to get in
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and entered, closing the door after himself. The light was dim, the only
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illumination coming from two candles lit in the middle of the room. His eyes
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began to adjust and then Lisa stepped into the candlelight. She was looking
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better than he could recall her ever looking. Her body was cloaked in an
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appealingly arranged black silky gauze. It flowed smoothly over her curves
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making her look like some kind of Egyptian princess. In her hands were two
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silver goblets with champagne in them. Handing one of them to Paul, she draped
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her arm around his waist. She looked up into his eyes and they kissed. After
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the kiss, they each took a drink, and remembering the tabs of acid in his
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pocket, they decided to take the drug and then move on to more private things.
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Thirty minutes later, the clothing flowed away from their bodies, their
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necessity having passed quite some time before.
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Well you bring me color where once I had just black and white
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Now I have rainbows appearing 'round here in the night
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Our true love is growing
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And passion is flowing
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Well I don't need any cigarettes, or beer from a jug,
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You're my drug.
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-Dukes Of Stratosphear, "You're My Drug"
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.ooM |(c)1990 cDc communications by Obscure Images. 07/23/90-#148|
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