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Link Details for: | LIVING ON THE EDGE |
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| Link ID# | 48 |
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| Submited By | ovidiu bufnila |
| Added On | Wed_Nov__5__2003 |
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LIVING ON THE EDGE by Ovidiu Bufnila General Baskaev argued with the august authority of Burbansk and the knights from Guaribo sent a letter to sergeant Slatt informing him on the tragic events that would occur. The pneumatic people from Ghile Ga found out that Petra Petronius had discovered an odd cell having a huge virtual pair. They said it was the very essence of the bizarre town, Manhada. Bobolina from Tamboree had promised to the electricians from Susa Mabusa that she would find out the whole truth, but the lieutenants of Emperor Ogawa have always thrown sand in the wheels. The werewolf from the arsenal in Galeea told everyone that he had a nightmare and that the magicians of mystery might just wrap a dog-eat-dog universe in a starry mantle. The werewolf dreamed himself on Haman mountain and for the first time in his life, he swore he had seen, a diamond of old light with which we could illuminate the truth swallowed by Manhada. The gravediggers from Kauna Kunao searched for the werewolf wishing to rape him as they were going to attack Tulule and to become immortal. The totalitarian people from Cretona planned an ambush in which they wanted to attract the totalitarian people from Galeea and the order forces from Betola tried to scatter the ten thousand scavengers who were going to stab the national governess to death and to arrest Emperor Ogawa’s officers. The great shield form Qiatotocoatl became a dispute subject between the ambassadors of the oriental elections and those of occidental elections, and we, the magicians of the past, were nestling within an imperial albatross, getting prepared for reinterpreting the imperfection. Flying above the Haman mountain, we saw Miss Margareta from the small town of Beauburg bill and coo with Pitoskin. They were frisking into a hayrick. It didn’t even cross their minds that soon we would make the dog-eat-dog universe secret. In the distance, beyond Azego Bazego, one could admire the dance of clouds from Marsila Molé and the seagoing forces of Vice-president Weinberger produced the first virtual whirls. The sky turned red and one could hear the roar of cannons from Kumbra Kumbrali. The peace of one thousand years is totally out of question! Biting Miss Margareta’s little ear, Pitoskin told her about Davi curls, about the universal orgasm and about the diamonds of old light in which the terrible truth about Manhada might be. Miss Margareta passed her finger between her lips and whispered to Pitoskin that the ignorance and the foolishness of the national governess from Bulbona would lead secret agents to destruction and that the wonderful art of spying was coming to an end. Pitoskin tried to calm her down, but then he saw us floating through the air. He ran after the imperial albatross in order to bring it down with rocks. He let it go, as beyond the rocks on the shore, he saw the yellow submarine of Abu Kadar sailing lazily. Near the cannons from the prow, vice-president Weinberger was chatting with Obin Oba. They were laughing heartily. They were smoking cigar. They were tapping friendly on each other’s shoulder and, now and then, they were hugging. They planned the future of the peoples from Guaribo, Kodaon and Tonga Tongao, the rape of Agomanian Agomanianos who was fighting against the Devil, they were planning the ecstasy of crowds from Takule Makune, the morning of generals from Quanqo Koqué, the tide of roses in Adamville, and the theft of secrets in San Gastoban. Colonel Sharun would have given anything to find out about the whole secret. Watching himself in a mirror brought by a pilgrim from Burbansk, the colonel screw up his lips and he promised that one day he would rule the world. Pitoskin pulled out his spyglass and followed carefully the lips movements of the two, hoping that he would get an extra star. A sailor climbed into the nacelle wanting to shoot the albatross for Abu Kadar’s lunch. The sailor was a fat and toothless person. He had lots of scars on the cheek. He had fought in Nulome, in Popocatepetlàn and in Guabano Lao. He was Abu Kadar’s lover and he had been bought for two bushels of gold from Metongo Bambo. Abu Kadar was very fond of him and he had killed many whale hunters and imperial soldiers who had dared to take a glimpse at his lover. Vice-president Weinberger hit the hand of the sailor. The hot bullet whistled threateningly and it dived into the waves foam. Abu Kadar came in a hurry. He was all sweat. He had his coat unbuttoned and his huge moustaches got tousled. His boots smelled like tar. The buckle of his belt got rusty because of the salted air, and his baldhead was full of brownish spots. The rifle offered by the artillerymen from Beauburg had been swollen with heavy bullets ready to kill any colt that would have dared to face Kadar. The dagger stolen from Galeea was ready to stab meanly, and the lasso given by the governor from Togai laughed mockingly waiting to hang everyone around it lovingly. The vice-president confessed that during his childhood an imperial albatross appeared in his dreams and told him about the diamonds of old light, about the dog-eat-dog universe and about the women from Manhada. At first sight, everything seemed to be a superb illusion, but Weinberger was convinced that it was the very same albatross. Obin Oba had a mantle sewn with golden thread his eyes were as dark as pitch. One could hear the gallop of wild horses in his breath. One could read out the hundreds of bloody battles on his tattoos, and the blood of the pneumatic people killed by the cavalry charge at Quiatotocoatl hasn’t dried yet on his boots. Obin Oba nodded approval. The spring was coming to an end and they said that tragic events that were to change the course of all worlds and of the dog-eat-dog universe might occur. Abu Kadar pulled out his sword and cut off the head of his lover. |
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