-Well I was thinking we could pass by that guy living in New York, the one who wanted to create his percussion base using the sounds of the stomachs of street rats when they’re pregnant and the average frequency of the human heart beat to express his relationship with his own mother and the beauty of the animal soul.
-Meh, I’m not sure, my friend told me his soul was a little unseasoned because of the many rejections from music universities; But since you’re thinking 21st United States, maybe we could go to that kid who puts on make-up at night because it makes him feel a certain kind of way nothing else can make him feel.
They looked at each other. Without having to exchange any high-vibrational communication prayer beams, they knew they were thinking the same thing. They had had too much American lately, and it was time to look at other options.
-How about we try something exotic tonight? I heard there was an Ennuit in the 23rd century who had the most accurate possible thought about the nature of the universe and god while being intoxicated on the festering fungi of a piece of rye bread.
-Naaah, I had existential last night…
-Well what about that Mexican luchador who took off his mask for the first time so he could boost the ratings on the TV show he worked on and have enough money to help out the kids in the orphanage?
-You gotta get reservations for that.
It was starting to get frustrating.
-Listen, we don’t have to eat outside every night, I can also make something for us right here at home.
-No! I mean, I don’t know, It’s our pico-relativiso-anniversary tonight… I really wanted it to be special and not just something we improvised for.
-Ugh you always do this! You’re also a member of this relationship, you know? If this was important to you, then you could’ve also come up with ideas instead of just being upset at me for not being able to read your interdimensional thought cube.
-What?! I didn’t say I was upset at you! I know you’ve been busy with your ethereal-prophecy writing, but I just wish we could also have some pico-relativisto-time for us!
A short pause.
-I’m sorry
-No, I’m sorry… It’s just it’s been a lot pico-relativisto-lately y’know? But I love you so much, and I also want us to have a special night tonight. How about we get some of your favorite take-out? at that “two idiots falling in love over and over” place?
-hahaha yeah I don’t know… maybe… I’m suddenly not that hungry anymore.
© Jose_Manuel Zertuche 2024-07-30