Jay's Diner at Three One Morning
By ice rivers
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Three in the morning.
Back table at Jay's Diner.
Three men, tripping their asses off on acid were eating clam chowder, drinking coffee and talking about "life".
Denny, Davey and Steve
Denny was speaking when we began our eavesdropping.
Denny had worked at the Seneca Lake Zoo in th primate area. Denny was talking about an experiment done with Gambar, the famous rangatang. A primate prof from U of R had received a grant to study Gambar in particular and rangatangs in general.
He had given Gambar some brushes, a canvas and some paint in the hopes that he might get the idea, put two and two together, arrive at 22 and paint something.
"Well" said Denny, "Gambar eventually painted and painted again and again until several canvases were full of his "art".
Next came the process of figuring out what this "art" was trying to convey.
The paintings were mostly horizontal and vertiical lines that stuggled for perpendicularity. After a month of "study", Dr. Eileen Decker of the psycart dept ( a new department also funded by grants that attempted to merge primate art with human psychotherapy in the hope of discovering juxtapositioned neuroses that might lead to better understanding of evolution) presented her thesis at a seminar that was attended by Merle Seton who subsequently disinformed his follwers.
"What did the good doctor conclude? asked dinermate Steve Gedman between slurps of chowder.
"She figured out that Gambar was painting and repainting his view of the bars of his cage as if the bars were the only reality worthy of his concentration and nothing else existed"
Steve understood immediately.
"Godd damned it all, Denny. That ape has got it figured out, the sadness, the tragicomic purposelessness of our lives. We're all in cages determined by the archetypical autocracy that tries to confine us with make believe constraints that over time become physical and visible to us whenever we decide to try to get a bigger picture of what else is out there or in "here".
Steve pointed to where his brain probably was.
"They keep us constrained, inhibited, constipated, vegitated and doped up until all we need for "happiness" is another view of the cages that prevent us from seeing anything but the fake bars that keep us in the prison of our mortal coil while we throw our turds at one another and swing from bar to bar until we finally end up at Jays at three o clock slurping the sad chowder."
All Denny could say in responsde was "Wow."
All he could do was order a cheeseburger in an attempt to mellow out the chowder.
"Yeah", continued Steve "what would we do if the constraints were lifted. What if we wanted to scream, laugh, write, masterbate, recite poetry, get into a fistfight, smoke a cigar, smash a guitar, piss on a car do whatever we felt like doing at exactly the moment that we felt like doing it whatever it was and nobody would give two shits unless our right to swing our fist came in conflict with their right to have a nose."
Davey was the third man, finsihing up his coffee.
He looked across the table at Steve and said
"Just come over to my house."
The waitress brought the cheeseburgers.
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