{"id":47,"date":"2007-03-29T18:50:31","date_gmt":"2007-03-29T16:50:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.mexappeal.de\/?p=47"},"modified":"2012-10-05T10:35:57","modified_gmt":"2012-10-05T08:35:57","slug":"text-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.mexappeal.de\/?p=47","title":{"rendered":"the lousy knock"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">zineeee<\/span><em><span style=\"color: #000000;\">zine.mex<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">zineeee<\/span><span style=\"color: #d70000;\">\/\/\/<\/span><\/p>\n<p><h7>His hands were exceedingly cold as they carried him into the office. There was a teacher at either arm, and one cradling his ankles. It seemed like Jesus christ and his big big cross. Forgot to capitulise. Blasphemy. Yet, you really don&#8217;t consider Capital Letters in death, or even apostrophe, for that matter. Confused, they asked a lot of questions &#8211; predictably, they received no answers. They died away, like him, frustrated and sad.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p><h7>The mother was first to arrive, in a handwrung state &#8211; greay worker&#8217;s bandana wilting sympathetically across her forehead. Caring as the lines you try so desperately to erase, beautiful as the crocodilic imperfections of jade. No oedipalities, please.&#8220;How did he get like this? Please tell them. Please speak to me!!&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><h7>But it was incontestable. It was all very good and grim!<\/p>\n<p><h7>Here came the father, Saxon. A man, yes. He was more grim than good (insert Sean Connery reference and inference here), like an artist, or a carpenter at a dinner theatre. He looked down at our fallen hero critically, laterally, viscerally; tapped him square on his xiphoid process. Peered deep into an opaqued soul. Checked his pocketwatch. Then he fanned his forehead, exasperated. With?<\/p>\n<p><h7>&#8222;I don&#8217;t know.&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><h7>&#8222;I said, what happened to my son?&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><h7>The principal grimmed.<\/p>\n<p><h7>Saxon&#8217;s brogue rouged the entire room, dislocating it. X, still, coudnt speak. He needed to hear more to truly be worthy of the lazarusian feat expected of him. Now!<\/p>\n<p><h7>And then:<\/p>\n<p><h7>&#8222;You can stop now, junior!&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><h7>&#8222;Are you sinking to the level of your bourgeois friends, is that your trouble?&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><h7>&#8222;Are you dead, then?&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><h7>&#8222;Why don&#8217;t you answer?&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><h7>&#8222;This is not for your own good!&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><h7>&#8222;Must you constantly show off with the spectacle of death?&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><h7>Nothing. The principal clapped Saxon on the shoulder (the one he uses for the scythe &#8211; he didn&#8217;t like that too much), gesturing toward a plushvinyl sofa. It seemed hard to believe that he was grieving the conqueror, and not because of the lousy knock he&#8217;d given himself on the noggin. What a faker!<\/p>\n<p><h7>&#8222;We all know how hard this must be, for you both.&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><h7>&#8222;Do you?&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><h7>&#8222;I believe it was Upton Sinclair &#8211; or was it Sinclair Lewis? &#8211; who once said\u2026&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><h7>I&#8217;ll bet! I just about ripped that sheet to shreds tossing it off me. Stomping over, I kicked the principal squarely in the crotch of his crabtree. Both of them! How he howled!<\/p>\n<p><h7>My parents took me up and we walked straight out of there. 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