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Thursday, November 8, 2012


The scene is cold and gray. Several rows of conferents look down the amphitheater at Doctor "Fingers" Schafer standing on a platform in the center.
Doctor Schafer
Gentlemen, the human nervous system can be reduced to a compact and abbreviated spinal column. The brain, front, middle and rear must follow the adenoid, the wisdom tooth, the appendix....I give you my master work: The Complete All American De-Anxietized Man!
We hear a loud metal door opening and closing. Enter The Man carried by two Negro Bearers who drop him on the platform with bestial, sneering brutality. They wait by the door.
The Man wiggles.
The conferents look down in disgust. Strange digesting sounds and a loud roar are heard off-screen. Waves of green smoke fill the room. The conferents hold their noses.
Doctor Schafer
Clarence!! How can you do this to me?? Ingrates!! Everyone of them ingrates!!
The conferents start back muttering in dismay. We hear:
Conferent #1
...I'm afraid Schafer had gone a bit too far...
Conferent #2
...I sounded a word of warning...
Conferent #3
...Brilliant chap Schafer...but...
Conferent #4
...Man will do anything for publicity...
Conferent #5
Gentlemen, this unspeakable and in every sense illegitimate child of Doctor Schafer's perverted brain must not see the light....Our duty to the human race is clear...
A fat, frog-faced Southern doctor lifts his head up from a mason jar full of corn juice.
Southern Doctor
We must stomp out the Un-American crittah!
He advances drunkenly off-screen in direction of the thing.
Southern Doctor
Fetch Gasoline! We gotta burn the son of ***** like an uppity Nigra!
Negro Bearer
(to his colleague)
Man he done see the light
Int. Courtroom
Order in the court!
The D.A rises to face the jury.
Gentlemen of the jury, these "learned gentlemen"...
He points to the familiar faces of the conferents at the plaintiff stand.
...claim that the innocent human creature they have so wantonly slain suddenly turned himself into a huge black centipede and it was "their duty to the human race" to destroy this monster before it could, by any means at it's disposal, perpetrate it's kind....Are we to gulp down this tissue of horse ****? Are we to take these glib lies like a greased and nameless *******? Where is this wondrous centipede? "We have destroyed it", they say smugly....And I would like to remind you, Gentlemen and Hermaphrodites of the Jury, that this Great Beast-
He points to Doctor Schafer at the defendant stand.
-has on several occasions, appeared in this court charged with the unspeakable crime of brain rape....In plain English-
(he pounds his fist on the rail of the jury box)
-in plain English, Gentlemen, forcible lobotomy!
The Jury gasps. One member dies of a heart attack. Three fall to the floor in writhing orgasms of prurience.
The D.A. points dramatically to Doctor Schafer.
He it is....He and no other who has reduced whole provinces of our fair land to a state of bordering on the far side of idiocy....He it is who has filled great warehouses with row on row, tier on tier of helpless creatures who must have their every want attended...."The Drones" he calls them with a cynical leer of pure educated evil....Gentlemen, I say to you that the wanton murder of Clarence Cowie must not go unavenged: This foul crime shrieks like a wounded faggot for justice at least!
A loud roar and crashing sounds are heard coming from the court entrance.
All turn their heads to the chaos.
Man, that mother ****er's hungry! I'm getting out of here, me.
The Negro bearer comes crashing through the door out of sight.
A wave of electric horror sweeps through the conferents.
They storm the exits screaming and clawing.
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