Well, g'day again, everyone, hope you too are all enjoying being back at work. Sorry I missed you all last week but I was a wee bit mentally unhinged. Nothing serious, just the effect of reading too much over my holidays. I didn't think it was actually possible to read too much, but I now stand corrected. Anyway, today I will tell you why I wrote the twenty-sixth story in Aberrant, entitled, Charles and Eve. This story I wrote to tell, again, of some magick that I had witnessed during my five years of homelessness. Basically, about halfway through those five years, I had become utterly convinced that I would find Eve's missing rib, Eve being the first woman. Yes, I know that Adam has a rib less than Eve, but this did not shake my delusion at the time, firmly convinced that I would find this rib of Eve's.
And surprise, surprise! I actually found the rib, a few days after the delusion had taken hold. I was very surprised indeed. It was the size of an average care tyre and had a lot of meat on it, cooked well done, and no fat. It was lying discarded on the footpath in Newtown, inner city Sydney.
I ate all of it. Quickly. Yes, I was semi-starved.
This story then was written to show this magickal experience. I still firmly believe that this large, succulent rib was destined for my ravenous appetite, but I am sure my current psychiatrist may well be skeptical of such. Still, you never know.
