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A Very Short Prologue

By: HeathelFuss

There once was a little blue house, where some little blue feet, lived with a little blue mouse. They would meet and play and sing all day, and then a giant grey crocodile imploded the ground and ate them all! Mwuahahahaha! Terminex!

Ok, so, do I have your attention now? Complete and undivided to a certain extent? Good. I've got something to say, so listen up, 'cause I'm only saying it once...that and I'll probably forget it in about three minutes. Heh heh. Goldfish memory span. Anyway, what I'm about to tell you stretches beyond the bounds of another time and another place, into a galaxy far, far away, in fact, its such a gastronomically huge event that if you tried to fit it in a box, it would jump out and eat your face while singing "Somewhere over the Rainbow" backwards and in 13 different languages. Yeah, its like that, with a bottle of vodka and Cheez-its. Fine. So I lied. What I'm telling you probably doesn't mean shit in the greater scheme of things, but I'm telling you this anyway because its one of those life altering experiences your supposed to write about but you just don't have the motivation to get to it, but you know you should because then you'll think later what an idiot you were for not writing it down and thus have tacked on another sticky note to your procrastination board. Yay.

So, I bet your wondering who I am and why I'm making all the beginning letters of my paragraphs larger than the rest of the letters. Well, for starters, I go by a great deal of names and pennames, my last one was Akida1, second to last was MilleFeuille (who wasn't around very long), but now it has become HeathelFuss. But, since that's entirely too much for one person to remember, you may call me Marley, pleased to meet you. Oh, pleasures all mine. What? I haven't answered the other question? What question? Oh, the question as to why I'm making all my first letters larger than the rest? Hm, seemed like a good idea at the time, maybe I should capitalize letters in odd parts of a paragraph and really throw you off.

So, onward and upward, as some important person has most likely said. To put it as simply as I can, this splurge of words relates to one of those once in a lifetime experiences, a severely rare occurrence, no, more like a phenomena since that's what it was. It was one of those unexplainable things that causes a tear in the fabric of your routine existence, that takes everything you know or may think you know about what is real, what is unreal and what's just plain crazyness, and kicks it to pieces saying "Ha! You think you know, but you have no idea!" This would be a moment when life reveals its true colors in all its ironic insanity, and drags you by the hair kicking and screaming to the dark alley's of the Twilight Zone, where cows live for thousands of years and trees roam the seas. Ok fine, bad example I know, deal with it alright. This isn't something that I can explain away like a college professor stating matter-of-factly that you feel emotion because of this and this and that nerve synapse.

I'm a Senior in High School (Rock on 06) with a shaky grasp on how exactly you should graph a conic, and I couldn't even tell you how to get from here to San Jose if I had a road map staring me in the face. Go on and laugh, I bet you don't even remember what a conic is anyway, and if you do that's just nice and good for you isn't it, come over to my house and help me pass math then Mr. Smarty Smart Person. But I didn't write this prologue to vent out my sarcasm...Hey, sarcasm rhymes with Marxasm...wait no, that's Marxism. Damn.

You know those stories about people having out of body experiences? Yeah those one's that are all over the tabloids and on TV really late at night because the broadcasters know no one in their right mind would care to watch them, even if you happened to be afflicted by insomnia, which is just really mean and cruel because I demand my late night TV shows to be jammed with old movies and not this...crap. Well I hate to say it, but maybe those late night TV shows and supermarket tabloids aren't all hogwash, in fact I know for a fact that crazy shit like that might happen. I'm a victim. I didn't know I was a victim until I'd been walking around in bodies for a while and then it hit me: "Holy shit, this is actually happening isn't it? W.T.F! Stellaaaa!" Your brain never really catches up with the rest of your body when stuff like that happens, and its because of those delayed reactions that I got into a lot of trouble, because its hard to have a conversation with someone who thinks your someone they know who should be committed, since your obviously going to be talking and acting the way you normally would and not like what this person is expecting you to act like, no?

Be forewarned though, I also found that being in someone else's body isn't all its cracked up to be and I found myself wanting to throw myself off an elevated area, just to see if I could reverse the effects through mortally damaging my body, but don't worry, I never really considered it, it was always just a crazy thought, really. You find yourself thinking of strange things when your in a situation that is far beyond your control. At first, I swore it had to be the coolest experience of my life, getting to step out of my life into someone else's, even if they weren't supposed to be non-fictitious, but every good thing always comes with a catch, the fine print on the bottle of Viagra that no one reads. Now whenever someone even mentions the idea that they'd like to be me for a day, I have to literally keep myself from screaming bloody murder, climbing up walls and throwing rotten fruit at them for even thinking about it. Despite all that draw back crap, I can't say it wasn't the most interesting experience I'd had, in fact I'd do it again just for the hell of it...except under different circumstances and in a different method of...I don't know...soul yankage is the only word that seems to describe it best because that's literally what it was, yanking, transferring, settling, all in those words.

Well since this is the prologue, a very short prologue, I can't go into too much detail about what happened to yours truly, you'll just have to be patient and read through this yourself, supposing I've caught your curiosity enough for you to continue. If not I suppose this is where we part ways. If you do intend to remain with me, welcome aboard girls and boys, its simply fantasmic that you've decided to take a trip through my head, a place that even I don't want to go sometimes, but its still a fun place to go if the mood is right and the coffee is still charging up my veins. But enough of my talk, I could talk your ears off and fill your heads with useless important know-stuff, something that I'll try not to do too much of as this story continues, but I really won't try not to because there isn't any reason not to torture you with my speaking. Ha! I have you at my mercy now! Found a comfy chair yet? A cup of your favorite drink at hand? Good, good, because I've got some mad crazy shit to tell you and it all starts...