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Biting a Rabbit in Half

by Extreme Volume Pop

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A man was invited to speak, at length, in a university lecture hall, expounding upon a topic he was generally believed to be an expert at.

As he began his lecture, he stepped from behind the lectern, and was met by blank stares, uncomfortable confusion, and one stifled scream from a young woman in back. Otherwise, a row of faces turned uncomfortably red as they stared, whispered amongst themselves, and thrust their hands over their mouths.
“And so, to summarize what I’ve just been saying…Is something wrong?”

He looked down at himself suddenly, as a student then pointed at the area below his waist. To his horror, he sees that the pants he was certain he wore on his way to university that very morning had suddenly, mysteriously vanished. He was entirely naked below the waist, with not even his comfortable boxers to hide his nudity.

Even worse, he looked down at his genitalia, and realizeed they were shrunken, stunted; they had retracted inside his body, so that only the tip of his penis was showing amid a descended tumescent globule of flab; He, in effect, had the penis of an infant.

He felt the blood flush his cheeks, felt sickening horror grip him as his heart raced, and he withered in mortification. Unbelievably, because he had a job to do, he cleared his throat, continued speaking–

“…Now, as I was saying, the periphery of the frontal lobe is circumvented by the ventricle…”

He continued his lecture. The Professor, who had been watching all of this from a corner of the room, standing, his hands folded across his waist, seemed oddly, curiously, satisfied. The students, uncertain as to whether or not this was somehow all a part of some psychological screening they hadn’t been made aware of, continued to slowly scratch out their notes–although not many worked up the courage or resolve needed to engage or ask questions.

Later, he walked across the bustling campus at midday, still nude below the waist; unapologetic, unashamed. He spied, coming toward him, a young man clad only in pajama bottoms and a filthy, heavy bed spread. The young man looked quite dirty.

He stopped him, asked, “And did you just seem to find yourself in this predicament when you woke up today, or what?”

The young man with the pajama bottoms said, “Right you are, sir! I seem to be compelled to go about like this, day after day. It’s like some sort of secret fetish. I can’t control it. I feel a hideous compulsion…”

Hideous or not, thought the man that was nude below the waist, some fellows always seem to get off easy.

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released April 3, 2015

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Hopefully, my various musics are ultimately like magic bullets that enter and impact at the base of the skull, ricochet around the brain chamber, and then leave a gaping exit wound in the forehead. You may hate them


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