Word: ginsburgs
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...GINSBURG "dope" controversy led to an amusing turnaround in the American government. Democrats, normally not keen on the anti-drug fanatacism of the Reagan Administration, suddenly are assuming a position of moral outrage. Republicans, coming oft a seven-year tirade against the ingestion of anything besides caviar and water, suddenly are saying "just say occasionally...
DAWN is rolling in like vicious thunder and so are we, floating at speed across the Nevada wastes with a half forgotten sense of purpose burning in our empty stomachs like the remnants of the whisky we had for breakfast--"Pills, pills," one of the Ginsburgs is yelling through the roar of the wind, and he's got a fistful of them, twisting and dancing in the backseat of the Thunderbird convertible, tears of madness streaming down his cheeks and down onto his black pinstripe suit--the law professor, I think, the other Ginsburg--or is it Ginsberg?--Ginsbirg?--homonymous...
...turn slowly towards the backseat, toward the agony of truth, for I know this implausibility can only come from within, that the exterior world however cruel could never dream such an exquisite torture, but as I look I see my horror mirrored in the twisted gaze of Ginsburg #1, stiff body and loose jaws quivering at the impossibility, and the consequence is significant to arouse even the sensibilities of our rumpled compatriot, shifting and moaning, voices a thought: "Man, wouldn't it be a freak if someone turned Reagan on? I mean, shit, if he just had one light...
...pocket to pull out what I can only hope is...dear God the fattest joint I've seen in 24 hours, pulling it out and waving its resinous perfume beneath the moonface's nose, which raises in haughty shock as his jaw drops in horror and I sense Ginsburg #2 has made a mistake, for the governor is grabbing and clawing in my direction, shouting vague absurdities into the dry desert wind and, groping with his foot, finds and attacks the yacht's brakes and, spinning desertward once again, mortified terror replayed afresh, we reach a dustcloud stop...
...onward we spin once more, glory of youth, until one nosecount later we realize that Ginsburg #1 had jumped out in an acid freak at the moonface's first arrival and, now wandering in the evil endless desert all alone, had missed the whole weird entirety...