FDHI

As part of me goes to Highbrook, says Olaf, part of me hijacks a 747 and paints it blue and fills it with monosodium glutomate and flies it unmanned into the mouth of an active volcano, thus giving the fire goddess Pele a placebo in lieu of her birth control. Like the nut on the corner with the national flag draped over his shopping cart and covered three lines per stripe in a precise, illegible script, like him, I too wish to pull a boner the size of which redefines the paradigmatic it-itude of boner qua boner, says Olaf. (Decrepit or no, the desire remains.) My act will be as nonsensical as his own, says Olaf. Once she, Pele, swallows the blue passenger plane placebo a number of days in a row, she again will be fertile. I will climb to her rim with a garden hose looped over my arm, says Olaf. On my signal my assistant will open the valve, and I shall shake my hose to and fore, and I shall put her out. Her belly calmed, it will be nothing to climb inside. I'm starting uni, says Olaf, and I'm at my most fertile, too.