August 18, 2003
Annunciation
I was resting...
myself & my computer
sitting slack...distracted...
lounging
between work and un-work
short-rocking in my office chair...
involuntarily interred...
in a room with lazy mote-
filled sunlight...
cool room on
a frozen afternoon ...
sky imitated
Flemish painting...
so...
I was resting....
practicing narcolepsy...
narcolep...sy...
lepsy...
when the monit..
the MON-itor...
the monitor... suddenly
wow...
flashed
then went dark
then crackled
then brightened again...
millions of
fractals
swirled
collided
coalesced...
into a pudgy face...
all smiles
smiling pudgy face
pale translucent skin
something almost visible
underneath...
angelic smile...
lippy
broad and thick...
gender less...
pudgy staring eyes
stared into mine
so...
so...
aggressively...
I couldn't stare back
but couldn't look
away...
amazed
fearful
alarmed...
new virus!....
shocked...
behind this vision
this apparition
this intrusion...
delusion?...
behind IT
the background of
colors
slowed...
to...
a...
nervous flutter...
eye contact broke down...
its swollen eyes snapped
shut ...
it looked different
calm...
meditative...
when it revived
I saw a look of deliberation
the eyes were softer...
one feathery brow
lifted...
quizzically...
but the eyes
eyes
eyes
never left mine...
not I felt
as a challenge...
an invitation
yes...
it wobbled its well fed
little head...
as if the connection
was
loose...
lips...
unexpectedly
began
spitting puffs
of
smoke
through
lightly closed
androgynous
lips ...
talking...
the visage
spoke...
with a baby like
bubbly fart
like...
sibilant
rolled 'r r r r '...
hurling
balls of
spit artillery...
the balls
looped and
splattered
on the inside
of the glass
monitor...
dripped...
sparkling RGB's
"Hello...er Sir..."
it brayed....
"jes'a sec....
hello
er...
Greg"
"Greig" I corrected
"What"
"Greig"
"Greg"
"Greig"
"GREG"
I let it go...
too easily I thought...
"Who are you" I asked
feeling
stupid...
"Are you an mpeg?"
"Call me Gabe"...
"Excuse this
er..
er....
annun...ciation...
annunciation"...
its smile sagged a bit
"but I wouldn't be here if you hadn't signed up
to receive..."
"What?"
"I wouldn't be here
if you....hadn't..."
distracted
it watched its spittle drip
down
the cathode glass
toward
the status bar...
soft-porn music
swelled
in the background...
bap..ba...pap...bab...daaaaa...
the annunciator
dozed...
sinusoidal
grrrot...
grrrot...
grrrot...
an unseen disturbance
stirred
the background...
lifting and twisting...
colorful
feathery shapes...
a video poker
hypno-vision...
drugged
eyestrain...
catalytic headache...
my mouse jumped...
the visitor...
startled
blinked...
spoke much more confidently
"Greg you are the Chosen...
no doubt about it...
chosen
as none before you
has been chosen
nor ever after
will
one be
so chosen..."
pause...
side wise glance...
as if
forgetting
lines...
"Rejoice oh Greg...The uh One... The uh Two.... and The uh Three...
...The uh Absolutely Holy Trifecta...
...Tri...fecta...
so called because you'll get three
extra inches
to your pee pee
or to your boo bie..
will solve big pleasure problem
trifold...
you betchass...
bonus...
all results come also
in millimeters...
all natural
no pumps or hanging weights...
results guaranteed
by The- uh- Absolutely Holy Trifecta...
don't let this cup pass Greg
no no noooo..."
it's head wobbled
left and right...
it went into
uncontrolled
"grrrotttting" sounds...
"However..."
the face darkened
"...if you want to be deleted from future annunciations..."
"Yes"
"...hit Alt-F4 now"
I did it
with one hand...
nothing happened...
"Think about it Greg
you'll miss wonderful future annun..."
I tried Ctl-Alt-Del...
the last words from the speaker were
"....NO FREIGHT MR GREG-SAN..."
The Windows 98 is shutting down window
replaced the apparition...
with a final...
fatal...
click of static...
I went to bed...
feeling
diminished...
spam...
hate it...