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Glubs
Glubs
Here starts the Glub Story; As the texts were written the Glubs became the Globs. Obviously I had in mind Glue and Bubble. Glue because I wanted to describe Living Things without the envelope of the skin. That story is not for everybody; To understand it, you must understand the need a suffering human has to escape from reality by mocking reality, by deforming reality, by looking at it in a twisted way which makes it both acceptable and horrible. You know the painter Francis Bacon? You know Picasso? They suffered, they tamed reality. If you did not like the greatest film of all ages, Hellzapoppin, you will not like the "Glubs"
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The blobs
When writing it, I did not realize that the theme had already been born in the page Fish
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The sirens are shouting, the blobs are unwilling to move, they would like to stay in the comfort of their salinity.
<< I can see that this beginning might not have been the most appropriate, or is it? You are familiar with blobs, are you?>>
<< As I say to my patients, sure it was a shock, when you realized that not only were the others blobs, but that you, you are yourself a blob. Sure, I tell my patients, you have been taught by your parents and you have taught your children that they are blobs, you have been taught at school that we are all blobs, but for you it remained just another of these stories, it did not concern you, you felt, Okay, I am also a blob, so what?>>
Then, as I say to my patients, you had that accident, that roof tile fell on your head and suddenly you were not Mary O' Connors, that beautiful red haired lady with the beautiful freckles that drive men mad, you were a kind of a jelly, well in a word, you woke up and you were a blob.
Before the falling tile you knew you were a blob but did not really care; now you are a blob and that hurts, does it? Please do not cry, us blobs we should not cry, our jelly is a very advanced material but it is terribly sensitive to moisture changes. You would not want, on top of being a blob, to find yourself being a shrinking blob, do you?
Look, Mary O' Connors, today a tile fell on your head, you had a trauma, you woke up in the urgency as a jelly fish; I do admit that if I had the choice between Mary O'Connor and being a Jelly fish, I would have no hesitation, but what is the big fuss, this will last only for a few hours, tonight you will return to the dormitory, you will be put into the special transition dormitory so as not to frighten the others, and tomorrow you will wake up, there will be no memory of Mary O'Connor nor jelly fish nor blob, you will be the person of the day, who knows, tomorrow maybe you are me and you are trying to sooth another blob who had an illumination?
Jelly blob Mary O' Connors gathered herself, aspired all her jelly into her translucent skin, folded carefully her tendrils under the watchful eye of Doctor Vashkimina, who, tried to hide his disgust, he just hoped that next day he would not again be a blob doctor.
The emergency unit was sent for jelly blob Mary O'Connor, they collected her in the dark jelly bag, they were all covered with plastic uniforms and carrying vision goggles that would not let them see blobs for what they were.
Blob Mary O'Connor was transferred to the transitory Unit, poured into the transition sink were they were keeping a higher degree of salinity and force feeding them with glue oysters;
Night came.
The sirens strides through the jelly of the blobs, the image creation mechanism was activated at random, one blob became a Mary O'Connor, one blob became a Dr Vashkimina, one blob became the Highest President of the Visional States, one blob became a child to be let to school, one blob became a very elderly human, that would die today.
It looks like a very good mechanism, yet so much had to be done to make it work properly. Accidents such as a tile falling on the head of a blob image and bringing it back to reality was now an occurrence they could master, more difficult was the cross over of personalities.
In the beginning the image Mary O'Connor had been stable, but now it appeared, how physically impossible that could be according to theories, the image appeared to have a carry over from other images it had been in previous cycles. Some blob would refuse to image themselves under roofs; some blobs would refuse to image themselves into psychiatrists.
Worse, it had appeared that during the day some images would undergo some kind of leaking, Mary O' Connor, if she saw someone falling or hitting his head would kneel next to him and say
“Hello, tell me you name, I am doctor Vishkimina, everything is OK, I will take car e of you” and the worst part of the process is that Mary O'Connor would really take the image of Dr Vishkimina.
So difficult to create a world. Why did the image always escape from the rules?
I did not know that the story had started here (in french)
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If you think "glubs" is outrageous, what about the above link which tells the story of the carnivorous noodles?
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