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Bohemian Rhapsody
As if in my own benediction ceremony, I would lay out all of the Queen albums,
flush next to each other, in order of release, on my bedroom floor. The 45s from
each album would lay on top of them, in the lower right-hand corner, also in
order of release, from bottom to top.
I would then stand in front of this, drinking
a wine cooler, as if I were Noah in the Ten Commandments movie, congratulating
myself, clasping my arms behind my back, as if this was my ark, my own creation;
that I had, as if through my sheer accumulation and arrangement of these objects,
some part of creating them.
Actually, back then, I am sure that I thought I had
created them, at least in the form of the configuration I was looking at, and
the Bartles & Jaymes tasted sweet going down my throat, and with my room clean
and vacuumed, I would lie on my bed, jerking off.
©2003 Daniel
Nester and Nerve.com
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