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"You know nothing of my Bernard, mother!" The girl snapped in irritation and stalked back into the house flopping onto her bed; why could nobody understand the truth when it was plainly heard, why were they so stupid, why was the ceiling moving and changing colors?

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The room spun, because she knew what they were all to afraid to face--capri pants are just horribly unflattering on some women.

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Alex awoke with a look of confusion on his face and a firm resolution to give up his use of recreational drugs. He felt a lump to the side of him and turned to see another man looking back at him, "...." he said coherently.

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The man replied, "The French." And with this Alex knew at last, his father had NOT been killed by pygmies.

"Dad, what are you doing here?"

The man replied, "I am not here. I am there. You are here."

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"If I'm here and you're there then where are all the pygmies? Mother assured me that you had been gruesomely murdered by pygmies in the amazon." Alex looked at the bag his father was holding, "Dad? Did you eat ALL of my magic mushrooms?"

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"No son. Be one with the Universe, I am the Mushroom, as are you. Everything infuses everything." Alex realized a great and deep truth in that moment--not only was his father not killed by pygmies, but his father was Oprah Winfrey, literally.

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So that was why she'd been having all the shows about transsexuals lately - not that he was watching them or anything -never. Alex looked up from his idle thoughts and shrugged, "If you say so Dad, I'm going downstairs to get something to eat."

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(I admit it, you're crazier than me)

Gold was of course, the brand of bread he preferred to use. It was still an odd sandwich but the cinammon and the bread combined rather nicely over his taste buds.

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Lordee he thought, the thirst in me can only be quinched by one thing: apple juice. He poured a large glass of milk and went into the living room, where his mother was clipping his Aunt Terri's toe nails--a very necessary thing, indeed as Terri had lost her legs at Wal-Mart and was consequently quite depressed.

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He poured the milk over the toenail clippings to sterilize them and then did a handstand on the floor. After the blood rushed properly to his head, he stood back up and walked back into the kitchen where he began to eat a dozen raw eggs and floss his teeth with the ligaments from leftover turkey.

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As he looked at the turkey and egg shell covered floor of his kitchen, he had another moment of deep insight into the mysterious workings of things.

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He realized for the very first time that his family was so bizarrely dysfunctional that it bordered on the surreal.

(Bordered...lol)

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