Dennis Rodman's new clothes
Dear Dennis,
Have you ever been to one of those trendy thrift stores buying the wacky-tacky clothing you're so famous for when these two mysterious men appear claiming to be world famous fashion advisers? They show you this "fantastic" material which is so fine that you cannot see it. They tell you that it is the product of nanotechnology which involves the manipulation of events on a molecular level. They are so pure, adament and evangelical that you convince yourself that you can see it. You soon catch yourself speaking with a french accent saying things like: "The coordination of colors is exquisite, yo" and "don't you think it brings out the color in my eyes?" Secretly, in the deepest part of yourself that not even you are aware of, you begin to believe that you an emperor. Of course, you are modest, so you only see yourself as only the emperor of Texas. Yeeah! A piece of straw in your mouth riding a big horse! Emperor of Texas yeee-haahh!!! Suddenly, one of your world famous fashion advisers appears and you begin to suspect that he has just read your mind because he is saying that you are the emperor... of the world. At first you just stare at him dumbfounded, your whole body goes numb and then suddenly you feel a flash of energy deep in your tailbone. The energy slowly uncoils-
Your attention splits: You are Atom/Adam, you've bitten/byten the apple, geneis makes alot more sense now but there's more to it - much more-
The energy slowly uncoils like a snake and begins to ascend. You can feel it slither thru each energy center. Each time it passses thru one, you laugh hysterically. You sit still like a fountain, chuckleing to your self and allow your trusted adviser to convince you that you are the emperor of the world. He wants to have a parade in your honor and of course he will use the finest material in the galaxy to clothe you. You are ecstatic and your big ass bottom lip begins to quiver. Your eyes begin to sting and then you are crying tears of pure joy. Very quietly, so that not even you can hear it , you begin to say "I'm Dennis Rodman, yo, Emperor of the world."
You lose all track of time and space but when you again focus on your empirical surroundings, you are in a huge hot tub filled with bubbles and beautiful women. They are fanning you with giant peacock feathers. You are saying things like: "Increase the tempo!" and "change your degree of orientation by 23 degrees, please" and "more bubbles!"
The day of your parade has arrived. Your trusted advisers present you with your brand spanken new hip happening new threads. You are speechless for one of the few moments in your life and tears glisten on your cheeks. And yet, buried deep, deep in a forgotted corner of your brain, a seed of doubt appears. You squash it instantly and forget that it was ever there.
Hundreds of thousands of people have arrived for your parade. It is being broadcasted live on every major tv channel in the world. This day has been declared a world holiday - it's Dennis Rodman Day! The international audience numbers in the billions. The citizens of the world have united as they yell: "Den-nis Rod-man! Den-nis Rod-man!..."
The noise is deafening but somehow you hear the voice of a small, timid boy and he is voicing your deepest fear: "Dennis rodman is nude, yo."
Quickly, someone says: "Shutup fool!" But it is too late. The entrie audience instantly becomes silent and you hear a pin drop. The pause stretches and once again your body goes numb. Suddenly, another flash of energy shoots up your spine and thru the top of your head. You shrug and it is as if the weight of the world slips off your shoulders. You then, matter of factly, say: "That's right, I am nude." The entire audience stare aghast and appalled at your unabashed nudity. They begin to scream and rage at you. You just smile and say to yourself: "That's more like it, yo."
Just wondering, yo,
Mike Didj
Have you ever been to one of those trendy thrift stores buying the wacky-tacky clothing you're so famous for when these two mysterious men appear claiming to be world famous fashion advisers? They show you this "fantastic" material which is so fine that you cannot see it. They tell you that it is the product of nanotechnology which involves the manipulation of events on a molecular level. They are so pure, adament and evangelical that you convince yourself that you can see it. You soon catch yourself speaking with a french accent saying things like: "The coordination of colors is exquisite, yo" and "don't you think it brings out the color in my eyes?" Secretly, in the deepest part of yourself that not even you are aware of, you begin to believe that you an emperor. Of course, you are modest, so you only see yourself as only the emperor of Texas. Yeeah! A piece of straw in your mouth riding a big horse! Emperor of Texas yeee-haahh!!! Suddenly, one of your world famous fashion advisers appears and you begin to suspect that he has just read your mind because he is saying that you are the emperor... of the world. At first you just stare at him dumbfounded, your whole body goes numb and then suddenly you feel a flash of energy deep in your tailbone. The energy slowly uncoils-
Your attention splits: You are Atom/Adam, you've bitten/byten the apple, geneis makes alot more sense now but there's more to it - much more-
The energy slowly uncoils like a snake and begins to ascend. You can feel it slither thru each energy center. Each time it passses thru one, you laugh hysterically. You sit still like a fountain, chuckleing to your self and allow your trusted adviser to convince you that you are the emperor of the world. He wants to have a parade in your honor and of course he will use the finest material in the galaxy to clothe you. You are ecstatic and your big ass bottom lip begins to quiver. Your eyes begin to sting and then you are crying tears of pure joy. Very quietly, so that not even you can hear it , you begin to say "I'm Dennis Rodman, yo, Emperor of the world."
You lose all track of time and space but when you again focus on your empirical surroundings, you are in a huge hot tub filled with bubbles and beautiful women. They are fanning you with giant peacock feathers. You are saying things like: "Increase the tempo!" and "change your degree of orientation by 23 degrees, please" and "more bubbles!"
The day of your parade has arrived. Your trusted advisers present you with your brand spanken new hip happening new threads. You are speechless for one of the few moments in your life and tears glisten on your cheeks. And yet, buried deep, deep in a forgotted corner of your brain, a seed of doubt appears. You squash it instantly and forget that it was ever there.
Hundreds of thousands of people have arrived for your parade. It is being broadcasted live on every major tv channel in the world. This day has been declared a world holiday - it's Dennis Rodman Day! The international audience numbers in the billions. The citizens of the world have united as they yell: "Den-nis Rod-man! Den-nis Rod-man!..."
The noise is deafening but somehow you hear the voice of a small, timid boy and he is voicing your deepest fear: "Dennis rodman is nude, yo."
Quickly, someone says: "Shutup fool!" But it is too late. The entrie audience instantly becomes silent and you hear a pin drop. The pause stretches and once again your body goes numb. Suddenly, another flash of energy shoots up your spine and thru the top of your head. You shrug and it is as if the weight of the world slips off your shoulders. You then, matter of factly, say: "That's right, I am nude." The entire audience stare aghast and appalled at your unabashed nudity. They begin to scream and rage at you. You just smile and say to yourself: "That's more like it, yo."
Just wondering, yo,
Mike Didj
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