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Postcard from Asphodels Meadows

When someone offered me a trip to Asphodels Meadows I thought “Cool”. As self-proclaimed spokesman of Generation X I haven’t been getting nearly enough free stuff. Okay I haven’t got any freebies. This distinct lack of being showered with unearned riches was making me realize why no one had proclaimed themselves self proclaimed spokesman of Generation X. But good fortune was coming my way.Visions dances in my eyes of what I would see at Asphodel Meadows. Big rolling hills filled with hippie chicks with peace symbols painted on their cheeks and flowers in their hair. Jimi Hendrix is on the stage playing the Star Spangled Banner on his Stratocaster. People would be nourished by free love and free Ben and Jerry’s. All I had to do was meet this guy named Rich at Lexington and 34th. Richard would bring me to my nirvana. I walk outside of Grand Central Station and headed towards the rendezvous spot.

                  Visions dances in my eyes of what I would see at Asphodel Meadows. Big rolling hills filled with hippie chicks with peace symbols painted on their cheeks and flowers in their hair. Jimi Hendrix is on the stage playing the Star Spangled Banner on his Stratocaster. People would be nourished by free love and free Ben and Jerry’s. All I had to do was meet this guy named Rich at Lexington and 34th. Richard would bring me to my nirvana. I walk outside of Grand Central Station and headed towards the rendezvous spot.             I walked towards the rendezvous point. Fighting my way through the swarms of humanity that fill the sidewalks at all hours day. In a way it is a lot like a zombie movie. The huddled masses moving only as fast as the person in front of them would let them progress. Instead of incoherently mumbling “Must eat brains” like good zombies answering unseen voices. These zombies people would incoherently mumble towards the unseen voices: people on the other side of their phone: Must do more work so I don’t lose my job Must tell my friends I cannot see them because I want to update my status on Facebook Must get what’s owed to me because I am the self proclaimed Spoke…wait that was me mumbling incoherently about that one, my mistake. And then there was a second breed of zombies. Like all zombies, their faces showed no signs of life. They shuffle their feet in some sort of death march. Staring at a glowing box in front of them. Sometimes touching the glowing box but never able to puncture it with joints that age day by day. Others convulse and sway to a siren song that only they can hear. All of them go on. Walking as they always do. Moving because if they stop the other zombies may devour them, moving because it is all they know how to do. There seems to be no true leader of the zombies. A cacophony of voices, competing with words written on walls and scrap of paper, try to get their loyalty. They promise that if they follow them they will become smarter, faster or younger. They tell them who to like and who to hate. Zombies show their thankfulness for this by paying tribute to their leaders. The leaders must have a difficult job having to think for all zombies so that the zombies can be free to not think.   I get to 34th and Lex and another wave of zombies passes me. I really hoped Richard would hurry up. I had tons of free love that I was willing to share with the hippie chicks, hey listen I am a generous guy. I deserved to be there because my job is, well, important. How can I be expected to do my job if there is no profit motive, particularly free profit? I bet I missed Hendrix.  I will probably be stuck listening to Joan Baez now. Richard is a big guy. He is particularly scary when you are watching the zombies and without warning he grabs your shoulder. When I told him how I was hoping he could just bring me to Asphodels Meadows because this place was giving me the creeps and I was a bit worried they were going to run out of ice cream. He smiled and said “My dear friend you are already here.” This is definitely not my idea of profit motivation. This sucks. …To be continued

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Joshua, I like this title

Joshua,

I like this title very much. I have to read the sequel to find out what this is all about. But I like the rhythm and especially about zombies. Today, I felt the same about zombies after reading an incredible WWII book.

I also noticed that the end of your first paragraph overlaps onto the second paragraph. Did you do that intentionally?

Also, I didn’t know Generation X appreciated Jimi Hendrix and Joan Baez. But I appreciated that you did.

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The dog pushed together my paragraphs

Hi Keiko,
Something happened to the format when I cut and pasted it to the blog. I actually think my generation is the last generation who appreciates singers like Hendrix, Baez, Joplin etc. Unfortunatly they passed away , as all the greats of those days about a decade before I was born. Actually it was the anniversary of woodstock that gave me the inspiration for this.
there is actually going to be two more after this. and hopefully *fingers crossed* I will have the next one written by thursday or friday.

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Hi Joshua, Again, I like the

Hi Joshua,

Again, I like the title, this time, of your comment. I thought you have a pet next to you while you write. I look forward to your next piece.