I want this to be a good little twister.
I want Twilight Zone style karma.
The protagonist. He’s a Jimmy.
A Jimmy Jetson.
He’s Canadian with German parentage,
and he gets teased constantly by
jerky Nazi salutes’ and bad German accents.
He doesn’t give a fuck though,
because he read Mein Kampf
and he knows Hitler was a
fucking Jerk-off artist,
and Jimmy Jetson was born
in Jasper, Alberta,
so what the fuck did he know
about his heritage anyways?
The story is all about this
great art project he is planning.
He is reading lots about Andre Breton,
maybe a few quotes.
At least an allusion.
The story hinges on his frustrated
attempt to create a work
that will dwarf anything,
anyone has ever done.
He also wants to give those fuckers
around town something, bad.
He crucifies himself of course,
and has utilized local homeless
and orphan kids
(it’s a dystopia)
stuffed in an homage
to the taxidermy of Norman Bates,
and they are all in poses
of the crucifixion.
There is even a Pontius Pilate.
Was previously a local postal worker.
I can’t decide if that is too overt
a reference to Bukowski, or not.
The end is like an
apocalyptic mass suicide-in.
All the worlds artists
and all the worlds poseurs
all jumped up on crosses,
convinced it was a sure-fire
way to secure their family name
in truly worthy artistic fame.
It gets to the point it is fused
with reality TV and a showy game,
where people get plucked
from the fringes and made
to make it through razor blade mazes
and then churches pop up everywhere,
and everything is basically
the same way it was before Jetson took off.
(Jimmy Jetson walks off
into sunset drinking bottle
while mockingly taking Christ
poses and screaming like Seal on “Crazy”)
And then the story gets lazy, up on it’s cross,
and falls down too, and gets reborn as moss.
And even the moss is a little alienish,
Steven King as Jordy saying, meteor shit!
And that’s all so far I have of it.