by rick ellis<\/b><\/p>\n
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There are many flies and one fly says, \u201cMan, this is excellent. This, this is the real stuff.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another fly says, \u201cYou got that right. Good thing we got it too. I only have a few more hours left on the old ticker. I gotta lay me some maggots down before I fly out of this life. Mm, this is fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c He was a drinker. I like them when they\u2019re drinkers. The aroma cuts through all that other shit, heady and robust.\u201d<\/p>\n
Two flies start fucking. Another fly is laying some maggots down, as they say.<\/p>\n
\u201c Do you mind?\u201d asks a fly of them. \u201cSome of us don\u2019t need to see that right now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c Sorry, brother,\u201d say the two fucking flies and fly off for privacy.<\/p>\n
\u201c This guy really knew how to drink too. Hell, I know it was red wine, but what a trip. It had to be imported. You can\u2019t get a grape like the ones this was made with if you\u2019re just kicking it around this godforsaken sand trap.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c You said a mouthful there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c I bet he was a thief, huh? They probably got him for stealing the wine. God, I\u2019m getting a little buzz off it if you can believe that.\u201d<\/p>\n
A turd like a one ton snail comes oozing down the board leaving a nice wide streak in its wake along the knotty wood. It plops down on the already sizable pile and all the flies buzz around, first nervously, then joyously, occasionally touching down on the fresh stuff. Soon, they all find a place.<\/p>\n
\u201c It\u2019s best nice and warm like this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c Hell, baby. In this desert heat it\u2019s always nice and warm. When it\u2019s at its best it\u2019s fresh and moist like this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c Yeah, but that sun seems to have been down for an age now. Things are getting cold pretty quick around here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c That is true,\u201d he says pondering that particular truth, rubbing his front legs together, but then a new fly swoops on down, casually, making a cool entrance that turns some of the heads of the delicate sex. He says, \u201cYou got that right. But you cats are wasting time on the mound at the bottom of the world when the fresh action is at the source. We\u2019ve been scatting up there all day around that funky dude\u2019s shooter,\u201d he winks and soars away, straight up. Three lady flies follow.<\/p>\n
\u201c What do you say?\u201d one of the flies still on the pile asks another.<\/p>\n
\u201c I say, \u2018let\u2019s do this shit right,\u2019\u201d and with that they both ascend.<\/p>\n
The action is fairly light around the fount of sustenance. Flies suck on the wood and zip around, landing around the main trough to feed, and then aborting the feast at the slightest movements. One fly gets caught up in some curly hairs. The hairs enfold her. She beats her wings frantically, then kicks her legs but it is no use. The source starts to shift and twitch. Buttock muscles flexing, and then in one great movement the entire area swings out from the wooden back drop, and snaps back, violently smashing into the wood. The whole structure vibrates and even the flies at the bottom of the world begin madly swarming. Up at the source, horrified onlookers see the corpse of the young fly girl, mangled and flattened in the nappy ass hairs. One of the spectators to her death darts in and starts sucking at her remains.<\/p>\n
\u201c Oh, mmm,\u201d he cries. \u201cShe\u2019s full of his goodness. Her body accentuates the already fine flavors.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c I don\u2019t think I can handle what I\u2019m seeing here,\u201d says a sister fly.<\/p>\n
\u201c This is sinful,\u201d says a brother fly.<\/p>\n
\u201c Come on eat her body. What point is there in letting it go to waste?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c Decency.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c Courtesy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c Do you think only of yourself?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c Foulness.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c Treachery.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c He\u2019d do the same to us.\u201d The voices rise, overlapping until there are no discernible individuals, just the angry mobs long wail of fury. As one body united, the outraged flies set upon their wayward brother, tearing asunder his wings and cracking his carapace in two. They all spin out of control to the bottom of the world with the falling corpse of their brother fly. The flies below on the pile are quite startled.<\/p>\n
\u201c What goes on here?\u201d an elder fly queries. Many voices ring out from the mob to reply and after some minor deliberation the mob chooses a spokesman. A spokeswoman actually, but the distinction is slight.<\/p>\n
\u201c We set upon fallen brother fly in one great drunken rage after he suckled at the squashed remains of a sister fly who was savaged by the ass above, brother,\u201d she says.<\/p>\n
\u201c Is this to be our justice: a fly for a fly?\u201d the elder asks.<\/p>\n
\u201c Oh, mother!\u201d cries a young member of the mob, flying forth, his eyes wildly reflecting in a hundred directions. \u201cHe got what he had coming to him, the rotten blighter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c We feel our justice was righteous, brother,\u201d the spokesfly asserts, regaining the reins as the voice of the people. \u201cWe should not allow brother to consume brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c What if,\u201d states the elder fly, philosophically, \u201cA brother fly has been consumed by another beast and then purged from the beasts system as a scrumptious bit of turd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c Well, I guess that would be different,\u201d says the spokeswoman.<\/p>\n
\u201c Different?\u201d says the elder fly, \u201cHow different is it for a fellow fly to have his life dashed from him by the front end of a beast rather than the hind end of a beast?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c No different in the end for the fellow fly thus dashed,\u201d she responds.<\/p>\n
\u201c And why should we, the living make such distinctions?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c You\u2019re out of your mind geez!\u201d the surly young fly steps forward once again. \u201cWe must maintain decency and order whether or not it makes sense after you\u2019ve blended it through your old e-coli infected head!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c Hear! Hear!\u201d cry several members of the swarm.<\/p>\n
Just then, a young maggot crawls forth from the life giving dung heap, \u201cFellow and sister musca domestica, hear the voice of the next generation! With but our short time of less than one lunar cycle upon the world, why bicker over such things? There is no need for hostility. Why can\u2019t we just love one another?\u201d
\nThe question hangs on the stale night air, as a mighty tank of a fly strides forth. She measures 9mm in length, greater by 2mm than any other fly present and when you\u2019re 9mm you\u2019re really starting to make it as a fly. Before anybody can speak, she sucks in the maggots head, regurgitates and devours it. There is much gasping and beating of wings.<\/p>\n
\u201c By what right did you slaughter that child?\u201d the spokeswoman asks.<\/p>\n
\u201c It was my maggot. I popped the little fucker out not three days ago and he\u2019s already talking shit. I\u2019ve been around, Missy, and I can tell you that that love talk\u2019ll get you nowhere but knocked up, living in shit on a road to nowhere,\u201d she answers with sass and vigor.<\/p>\n
\u201c Golgotha,\u201d responds the spokeswoman.<\/p>\n
\u201c What?\u201d says the big 9mm bitch.<\/p>\n
\u201c Golgotha, we\u2019re on the road to Golgotha, not nowhere.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c Are you getting fresh with me, hon? Cuz I won\u2019t put up with that from a little sister like you,\u201d she says and charges her sister fly, who meets the charge head on. Their battle takes wing up high into the air, and they\u2019re really pounding the tar out of each other for a couple of girl flies. The big one easily has three millimeters on the smaller. A group of flies fly up and form a circle around the fighters. They all hoot and holler, some start placing bets. The little one sure can take a heck of a pounding. They crash into the big man\u2019s bearded face and resemble two pestilent warts battling it out for the right to blemish his face. The eyes of the man look gently and kindly upon the flies. They are at it in his moustache. This tickles his lip and he decides to take action. He blows, aiming the blast of breath upwards, it hits the fighter flies, who split and spin momentarily out of control. The fight is over and most of the flies slip back down to the shit pile at the bottom of the cross.<\/p>\n
Up above, two flies sit in the dark hair atop the human\u2019s head.<\/p>\n
\u201c There\u2019s plenty of good stuff up here,\u201d one of them says.<\/p>\n
\u201c Yeah, who needs their politics. I like to keep my nose as far from that stench as possible,\u201d replies the other.<\/p>\n
\u201c Oh, I know what you mean. I think I\u2019ll ditch this scene all together, baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c But this is some special stuff here, man. I mean do you remember ever talking this way, really communicating like this before feeding off the many excretions of this cat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I guess not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c That\u2019s it baby. If we leave, I don\u2019t think we\u2019ll have this anymore. We\u2019ll be back to the old life. You know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c Eating, vomiting, shitting, fucking? Man, there was nothing terrible about that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c So you really want to ditch this party?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c In the worst of ways. I\u2019m getting confused and seem to be coming on with a pain in my head I\u2019ve never felt before.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c All right. Let\u2019s make this bad trip a thing of the past, baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
The two flies take off after a final slurp off the noggin. They soar out a few feet and turn back around to check out the big picture. There is the old streak down the cross arriving at the shit heap. All the flies are attacking one another. Chaos rules.<\/p>\n
\u201c They\u2019re really at it now,\u201d says the fly who first decided to leave.<\/p>\n
\u201c It\u2019s full scale, all out war. Holy shit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c Jesus.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c That\u2019s what it says up there above his head, see.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c Oh yeah. \u2018THIS IS JESUS THE KING OF THE JEWS.\u2019 Wonder what he did?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c Who knows. Probably had something to do with that thing,\u201d he says, gesturing downwards.<\/p>\n
\u201c Good gravy, man! He\u2019s hung like a June Bug in late July! What\u2019s up with the Jewish king, eh?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c That thing\u2019d\u2019ve given the Tower of Babel a run for reaching up to heaven.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jesus just hangs there looking sad in the darkness as the flies chatter on about this and that. One claims Herod had a cock down to his knees, but obviously that can\u2019t be substantiated in any way. Eventually, the flies find it difficult to communicate.<\/p>\n
\u201c Food,\u201d one says.<\/p>\n
\u201c Mmmm, feces,\u201d says the other.<\/p>\n
\u201c Maggots,\u201d one says.<\/p>\n
\u201c Mmm, fucking,\u201d says the other. Disoriented and dizzy, they fly off towards another cross and body where the flies seem happier, more content. The flies here freely fuck, drop maggots, suck, puke, eat and so forth and no one says a god damn word. This is where our flies decide to stay and spend the rest of their remaining ten or so days. Wouldn\u2019t you?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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