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Thursday, April 09, 2009

I got invited to a reality talent show
by my boyfriend and his parents.
On the show, while on the air,
for some weird reason, I was asked to cut
his hair, then his mother's, except this lady was
not his mother. I remember a face, I think it was
that of my mother's. And I remember thin hair,
which, as I cut, became thicker and thicker.
Then, overnight, I became a celebrity.
Somehow, the next flash was of a filming set
of an action film, straight out of James Bond.
I entered a pyramid-like structure, and walked through
a public toilet, and got mistaken for the cleaning lady.
Then, when I went to meet the director, I was ignored.
For some reason, the director was on a platform
above the acting scene, shouting instructions
through a loud-hailer. He said, "It's time for reviews"
and began shouting points at each actor watching
while facing his platform and loud-hailer towards them.
When it came to me, the platform stopped on the floor
and he said, "Anthea, YOU'RE FIRED."

And that's when the gory bits began.

I walked towards him, and attempted to kick a TV set
showing the playbacks of scenes. The TV didn't break.
Failing which, he laughed and said, "I'm not that stupid."
Then I picked up a pencil, ran towards him and
STABBED him multiple times, while he was still laughing.

Then, I walked away towards a taxi stand,
where people were standing around, without a queue.
I searched my bag, and found, three penknives.
I remember, it was magenta, and clean,
much like those fresh from stores.
And, it was sharp.

I ran back towards the set, and slashed the director,
blood spilled, like a pool. It was deep red.
I could see his guts spilling out, all the while
he was laughing and pointing at me.

And then, I woke up.

15/10/1989, into fast cars, black/silver/grey, good foie gras, poker, a degenerate gambler. Hooked on appealing visuals and in love with the world's most retarded poker player, Lance.


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