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Link Details for: | Kumango |
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| Link ID# | 47 |
| Link URL | http:// |
| Submited By | ovidiu bufnila |
| Added On | Tue_Nov__4__2003 |
Description:
KUMANGO By Ovidiu Bufnila “My name is Magicien! And who are you, punk? Are you the pathetic wise man from Takla Makan? Is it you who are withstanding the priestess Enciclope? What? Do you not believe in the imminent discovery of the secret of the solar worlds? That is why I left my narrative structure, dummy, to clear you up. It is not the politicians who get things done around here, on Terra Encylopedica. Neither do the demons, nor the motor- bikers from hell. Not even the anarchists. The things are spun by the virtual whirlpools and by magnetic fields. Do you know what is a fifth degree utopia, dummy? Or maybe you’re a determined Euclidean fan? I, Magicien, can unveil for you the mystery of the worlds, not the one of the laws they do not really exist, as they are nonsense”. That is how Magicien whispered in the ear of Azgozbanian Azgoban, the first physicist of Klemuria. Of course, the wise man rushed right to the Interpol, then to FBI and to United States where he made a complaint against Magicien, this fabulous figure who came out of a free and independent imagination. The American encyclopedists looked for Azgoban and invited him in a live TV show by WorldNet while ECOLON - the main electronic watcher taped everything that the cells of Azgoban whispered. His cells split with laughter during all the show, because it was only them that knew the terrible truth of all the worlds. And the truth is that poor bodies are nothing but huge containers in which the free states of the consciousness are transferred to lower energy levels so that they might be protected of the pressure of magnetic fields. The one who deals with such fascinating things and the way he actually does it, is a matter of galactic security. “I, Kumango, am the conductor of this cosmic ballet. Who am I? What do you mean “who am I?” I am your ringleader, you fool, I rule this bloody stellar barracks that you’re calling galaxy. That is it! Go to work earth people, look, the pressure is going down and the rollers are stopping! What do you mean which rollers? It is those things in which we chop all the meat of the moribund species to make meatballs out of it, for the feasts of the big guys of the Universe”. “Magicien? No, he is a jerk, a conjurer who wants to ease you of your purse. He is not an illusionist. He is the chef who will cook a pie à la New York Encyclopedicus out of your flesh, you morons”. Translated by Ioana Bostan |
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