To Understand The True Meaning Of Meaning
When I was young, I used to worry about a lot of things- like, living and dying, loving and lying. It seems that all this may be why I have had so much trouble in my life. Take this for example, I actually have eaten soap before, real soap! I'm not trying to offer a sell's pitch for Ivory soap; it's just that this was the kind of soap I ate. I must tell you about this experience. It was a real trip! I'm not suggesting that anyone try this, but if you really want to see snakes, I can guarantee that Ivory soap will make you see them even if they don't exist. But, we all know that snakes do exist. By the way, before I tell you about how it feels to eat soap, I want to digress a little bit. I want to talk about real snakes, not the ones that crawl on their bellies, you know the real reptiles. I am talking about men who act like snakes. I have known many in my life. I don't like these kind of men. I'll tell you why. These are deceivers whose only aim is to trip you in order to step on you. Have you ever been stepped on? I have been stepped on so many times in my life that most people call me mat, like a door mat. You know what people do to door mats; they step on them and rub dog feces or cow manure or vomit on them. You know, a door mat gets all kinds of nasty things on it. Imagine being stepped on day after day by slobbering drunks and menustrating bitches. When a dog mashes all of her blood on you, you know you have been stepped on. And you know, a lot of bitches have stepped all over me, and there was nothing I could do about it until I met this jinni. You may not want to believe me, but jinnis do exist. At the time I met this jinni, this bitch had actually pissed on me and had thrown me to the dogs. When these dogs got a hold of me, there was no mercy! They were about to tear me to pieces. Imagine being torn to pieces by hungry dogs. If you were ever a mat, you should get some idea of what I'm talking about. First of all, don't think jinnis live in a bottle. They live in you! Don't get alarmed. This is a true story. I had a cute little bitch, but one day the canine turned on me. I couldn't believe she would do all this to me because I really loved and cherished her. But, one should beware of four legged mammals which flatter mankind for their own self interest... But back to the jinni. When this jinni came into my life, I was at my lowest point. She was beautiful! She must have weighed about a hundred and ten pounds; her skin was smooth and golden; she had fine hair and large oriental shaped eyes; she had a full healthy chest with breasts like big juicy apples; her waist line was small, and she had full hips. Oh! She was beautiful! Her smile was hypnotic. When she came into my life, she motivated me to stop drinking alcohol and smoking cigarettes. I fell asleep with her, and I awoke with her. She had put me in an earthly paradise. Oh. I fell in love with my jinni! She had given me a reason to be! She had rescued me from the eternal flame, because she made me change my ways. And it was all because she cared for me. She was unlike all the other bitches I had known, because she never pissed in my face. In fact, it was she who saved me from all those hungry dogs who were biting at me only to drain the little life that I still had. Then! She appeared! Believe me, this was no figment of my imagination, and she was real! I mean a tangible thing, something you could hold on to. She was flesh. If I had not known she was a jinni, I would think she was a goddess. Confused? I WAS confused. But, it was just for only a short moment...As I recall, these dogs were tearing ferociously at my flesh! They were trying to tear every piece of flesh I had on my bones! You know, dogs love bones. That's their dessert after they eat all the flesh. But, my jinni stopped them cold before they could get to my bones... It's amazing how mankind gets terminology and applies it to the animal kingdom, then mankind takes the same terminology and applies it to himself. I guess you say what does this have to do with anything? I'll answer that question for you, but first you need to consider it. By the way, I'm still going to talk to you about my jinni, because that's why I chose to tell this story. And, of course, if you bear with me, I'll get back to how it feels to eat soap. I have considered it once or twice, but I never really did it, that is, eat another type of soap; you know, most soaps, these days, have too much perfume in them, and by the way, Ivory soap floats on water. All the others sink. But, I'll get to all this later. Do you remember when I stated how some men can be snakes ? Well, men can be other things of the animalistic nature. Men can be asses, women can be heifers, and pussies- great big ones! And, of course, everyone knows about bitches. Now, I guess you say, where am I going with all of this? Indeed, I am skipping all over the place. But the reason for this is it's necessary to lay everything on the table first just to see what we have to work with. Then after everything is out we can organize everything for the big banquet. You see, that's what I'm doing now; I'm just trying to get you ready for the big meal. Well, perhaps, I'm begging the question a little, but that's life. To really understand the true meaning of meaning, you should first understand what meaning actually means. To get to the crust of the matter, you must consider all possible variables which, indeed, affect the meaning of meaning. Okay. I know at this point, you may be a little confused. But, this is a confusing world, and we all have to live in it, amidst confusion. Let me remind you that this is a true story. It's all about my jinni and the experience of eating Ivory soap, the soap that floats... When I decided to make this revelation, I knew there would be skeptics who would not take me seriously. I considered everything. How would I make a non- ficitonal story fiction? I wrestled with this notion over and over, and I could only come to one con- clusion- TELL THE TRUTH! And that is exactly what I'm going to do. When I met my jinni, I had been stepped on so many times that I began to believe that it was my reason to be- to be stepped on by every foot in the animal kingdom; but my jinni raised me up to a level of humanity; she made me feel like a man again. I remember when she first came into my life, I was a mess! She cleaned all the fifth which was embedded all over me, and she nursed me back to a level of humanity. When I had been, finally, restored I be- came a brand new homosapien, and I realized that I was not a beast like the other animals I had known. I know I am an animal, but I am not a beast even though I know a lot of them, like snakes, especially the one who stole and ate my bitch right after she had pissed all over me. I am an animal, but I am not like the ass who jumped my heifer only because he was a pussy eater. Yeah. I know this ass who actually eats cats. Most people think that a donkey only eats grass; this is not true. They eat cats too! I've seen it happen a lot of times. I thought it was a horricfic thing to see, but that ass was really eating this pussy. I should have fed him some Ivory soap, because he surely needed to wash his mouth out! "What has happened to you?" my jinni asked. "I have been stepped on and betrayed by my best friend. The only girl I ever loved walked out on me. She took all my money, and she gave it all to my best friend," I said. "Oh," my jinni said, "that's so pitiful." "I know, and I've always tried to be a righteous guy." "Well. Do you know why she left you?" she asked. I couldn't answer that question, then. "You should think about it," she said. "Just search your soul and you will find the answer." Now, doesn't that sound just like a jinni?- "Search your soul and you will find the answer." I was a little tired of searching my soul. I had been a soul searcher all my life, and look at where I landed, a mere mat to be walked on. I was kicked out of my own house and stomped on like I was a door mat. The love of my life took all my money and gave it to my best friend who, indeed, was a reptile; and just like the canni- balic bull frog who eats his tadpoles (they are am- phibians, by the way), the love of my life was like a cannibal because she ate me and vomited me out, and left me for the hungry female dogs who kept tearing at my flesh just to destroy me and send me into an eternal oblivion. I was tired of searching my soul, because I was just a door mat which was walked on, because the love of my life had become like a black widow spider which kills and devours her male mate after she has copulated with him. In a way, I guess I was invisible like an insect. Speaking of insects- you know some of them can wipe out an entire civilization. But back to what I was talking about, I was tired of serching my soul. I had done enough of that. "But you are my jinni," I cried. "You are supposed to help me!" "You must help yourself first," she advised me. Just like a jinni, always got these provocative things to say. "Help myself!" I exclaimed. "I'm a door mat. Every- body keeps walking on, and these female dogs are trying to tear me to shreads. I'm a helpless door mat! It's nothing else I can do." "Rise up," my jinni commanded, "you have to get up, right now! Do not be satisfied with the missionary position." "What?!" I shouted. Yes. My jinni was beautiful, and she was a marvel to see. How could she ever raise a door mat like myself to a comparable level of humanity? I was just a hope- less case as far as I could see. But my jinni could see much farther. These days, when someone starts to talk about jinnis, in general, most people think he is weird. I know that because I used to feel the same way. A jinni is some- thing you read about in Eastern fairy tales. Up until then, I thought it was all just a lot of hogwash, this jinni thing and stuff. In this modern age, who'd ever think that there are real jinnis, and they don't live in bottles. They live within you, and if you concentrate hard enough they will come out and be real, tangible life forms of whom you can touch, hold, kiss, and even make love to! If you can imagine being a door mat, then you should be able to imagine that you have jinnis; they are de- signed a certain wasy to suit each unique human being; when this human being changes material form, the jinni in you comes out automatically. You see, I was reduced to a door mat; that meant my jinni would reveal herself. Believe me, this is the truth. I would not try to play with your intellect. I was literally fed to the dogs by my former lover. She left me all alone, and she stripped me of everything. When my jinni appeared, I was just like a homeless child. I was living day to day not knowing, nor even caring where fate and destiny would lead me. Since I was thrown to the dogs, my lethargic existence was one that no human being deserved, and I could not figure out why this had become my fate. I was out of money, out of time, and out of luck, and I had, indeed, been reduced to a subhuman. "This is pitiful," I heard my jinni say again. "I am so sad for you, but I am going to make your life better, much better." At first, I thought it was just another joke. I had al- ready been reduced to a door mat, and every little dog, cat, snake, or rat, or anything which desired to deposit its metabolic waste on me did so. In spite of all her beauty and compassion, I had a little doubt. You see, it matters little if you have no faith in your jinni, she's going to help you anyway, because that's how jinnis' are designed. A jinni has no control over her compassion because she is created to help mankind in spite of itself. Then my jinni said, "Tell me about your lover. What kind of person was she?" "She was a real bitch!" "Oh," exclaimed my jinni. "That sounds bestial." "I didn't mean that she was actually a female dog, I was speaking metaphorically." "It was just a metaphor," my jinni said. "Yes. I wasn't exactly in love with a female dog. It's the only way I can describe her." "I see," my jinni said. "I loved her, and gave her everything, but she turned on me and mocked me. She really hurt me," I said. "That is so pitiful," my jinni said. "I know." "Don't you worry anymore," my jinni said. "I'm going to make the rest of your days be in paradise, and when it is time for you to leave this world, I will make sure that you see paradise forever." "Really!" I smiled. Then, I raised up! I brushed the residue of animals off my skin. I took a deep breath, and I said, "If that is a promise, I will do what you command." "Is that a promise?" she asked. "Of course, it is if you promise to give me paradise for the rest of my life, and when I die, too. That's a deal that I cannot resist." "Are you sure?" Now, I began to wonder. What did she want me to do? How could I satisfy my jinni? What did she mean by - 'Are you sure?' Something was up. Then, I began to realize that I had to do something if my jinni was going to make my life a paradise. I kept thinking- 'What's up?' It had to be something! I knew, soon, I would find out. Well, I knew I had to get it in, what- ever it was. I knew I was tired of the way my life was going. "Yes, I'm sure," I said. "I hope I won't have to do something drastic to please you. What do I have to do?" "Don't concern yourself with it now. But, your assumption is correct. You will have to do something." "Oh," I said. "What is it?" "We will discuss it later." What did my jinni want me to do? I surely wanted paradise now and forever! You see, this story is about life. Life demands that we live to the fullest. Nothing from nothing always leaves nothing. You have do something to get something. Everything has a value, therefore, everything has a price. My jinni was not going to let me get away from the natural law. That's when I realized that jinnis are actually governed by natural law, too. "I want to discuss it, now," I said. That was a foolish thing to say! Look, I was already in the dumps, and now I began to challenge my own jinni. Mankind is so foolish. My jinni was offering me paradise now and forever, yet I chose to challenge her. "This is not the time," she said. "Something is up! I want to know what's going on." "Do you want to be a door mat for all eternity?" "No!" "Then you must follow my directions. Give me what I want!" "What do you want?" "You will see in time." Strings seem to be attached to everything these days. Would I have to sell my soul to her? What was it? She had refused to give me the answer from the start, but I knew it was coming. But, my jinni was going to give me paradise, now and forever! That really sounded like a good deal. Damn, I was in the dumps. Anything would have been better than that, a mere door mat! Then she said she had to hypnotize me. "Why?" I asked. "It's all part of your restoration," she replied. "Please, don't hurt me!" "Look," she said, "you can only hurt yourself." "Oh," I said. "Look deep into my eyes and just concentrate," my jinni commanded. "Concentrate on what?" "Your predicament," she said. "Oh," I said. I began to concentrate on my predicament. It was bad! But as I looked into her eyes, I was intrigued and confused because she was so beautiful. I wanted to make love to her. "Stop it!" I heard her say. "Don't think about loving me. Think about loving you!" I felt little drowsy. I wanted to sleep. She said- "Sleep, Sleep." I fell into a deep slumber and found myself in another world. I was looking into a bottle of Paul Massoon. Well, Paul Massoon is a brand name for a smooth brandy (and this is not a sell's pitch for Paul Massoon either). My jinni was in the bottle. I know, I already told you that jinnis don't live in bottles, but, now, I had been hypnotized. I had been placed into another world, and it was my jinni who'd placed me there. Suddenly, I was awaken by hollering dogs. I jumped up and ran outside. There was a little golden puppy lying a few feet from a very large brindled dog. Further away toward the fence was a little bitch with one of the pups trying to get out of the enclosure. When the bitch saw me she started hollering again, because she knew I was going to beat her ass! You see, I and those dogs had an understanding. They knew I was their master. But, the big dog had broken the neck of the small golden pup who was lying a few feet away from him. The golden pup was a male, and the bigger male dog had attacked him. Now, it was my practice to keep the little male away from the big brindled one. I did this by tying the bitch in the back, because I knew the pups would stay rather than mess with the big dog. The bitch had broken away from her leash and the pups had fol- lowed her. The big dog was tied, too. But, the little pup must have started to play with him. The big dog was jealous of the little pup, so he tried to kill him. But, it was all the bitch's fault. It's always the bitch's fault! This is what I am talking about. This world is full of jealous dogs, and all bitches do is ignite the fire in one way or another. I'm telling you, if you see trouble anywhere, all you have to do is look around, and a bitch will show up. I may have been created to be a door mat, but I know this, bitches were created just to take men to hell with them. Well, before I met my jinni, I was convinced of this... I started to beat the big dog, because he tried to kill the golden pup. Then, I ran over to the little bitch; I beat her, too, because if she had stayed in the back where I left her, then this son of a bitch would not have gotten his neck broken...That's another issue which concerns me- all these sons of bitches who screw the rest of the world with their petty jealousies... My jinni called me, so I ran back inside and fell asleep again. Remember, she was supposed to hypnotize me, so that I would have paradise now, and forever. So, I slept and slept. I was under a hynoptic spell from my jinni. While I was in this hypnotic state, I saw my body come out of me,and I was looking down at myself. When I saw me, then, I was no longer a pitiful door mat. I was a lover! I was making love to my jinni! I heard her say- "Oh, you're so sweet!" Moments of ecstasy passed by while I made love to my jinni, and both of us were so delighted about all this! Day changed to night and night changed to morning, but my jinni and myself were all wrapped up together caught in a mysterious time zone. Then my jinni said, "This is the beginning. Much more is to come if you honor my request." Request? She started it all over again. There was something I had to do for her. I guess I was going to have to sell my soul to my jinni. And, she read my mind. "You don't have to sell your soul, but you will have to do something for me" What did this mean? It had to be something astounding! To get to paradise now and forever is a very big thing to get. It had to cost something. Of course, there were strings attached. Of course. "What is it?" "What?" she said. "You know what." "I do?" "Yes." "Did you like making love to me?" she asked. "Absolutely." "If you like making love to me, and if you want paradise now and forever, you'd better start thinking." "Thinking about what?" "Me," she replied. "You?" "Yes,me." I heard the bitch holler! I jumped out of my trance, rushed outside. The big dog had broken his chain, and he'd jumped the little bitch! This brindled dog was about the size of a Saint Bernard, and the bitch was about the size of a poodle. He was trying to copulate with the smaller dog! But, she wouldn't cooperate. So, out of frustration, he was trying to force her!...That's the problem with the world. A bitch's most powerful weapon is to holler or scream. Then the law comes in, and they call in rape. Then, the next thing you know, you're doing forty years for sexual assault. Up until I met my jinni, I had always thought that the bitch wanted it anyway. But my jinni taught me that a bitch does not want it anyway, because you have to wine and dine with her. After that, it is all legal... ...I picked up a stick, because I was going to beat the big dog with it. I ran toward him with the stick, and the big brindled dog stood up on its hind legs as if he were a homosapien. He said- "You're not going to hit me with that stick!" I urinated on myself! Damn! A talking dog! By the way, I'm sure you heard of the talking ass. Read your Bible. But a talking dog! That's enough to make anybody piss on himself. I could not believe this! It was really happening! For real! Maybe, all this happened to me because I was hypno- tized by my jinni, but it was still strange! When that big brindled dog stood up and spoke to me, I knew I was in a different world. Then I heard my jinni call me. My pants were all wet, and I was feeling ashamed. I threw the stick down and ran inside. My jinni was waiting for me. "What's going on?" she asked. "I just saw a talking dog," I answered. Then, I heard a very hard knocking at my door. "Damn!" I said. "I hope it's not that talking dog!" My jinni disappeared, and I called out to her, but there was no answer. What was going on now? I wondered. Someone was knocking at my door, but my jinni was gone; she had left me all alone. I thought it was a cruel trick. A trick. Huh. That's what I'm talking about. Bitches are full of tricks. By the way, have you ever heard of a bitch turning a trick? Well, I have. That's when she turns on you, if you know what I mean. I kept hearing the knock at my door. So, I went to the door. Two men dressed in city uniforms were standing out- side. One of them said, "We have a complaint for animal abuse, and we need you to come down to the police station for questioning." "The police station!" I exclaimed. "Let's go. We don't have much time," the officer said. "Wait a minute," I said. "You don't understand." "We understand. You beat your dogs. We have witnesses." "You don't know what I have to go through with that bitch!" "You shouldn't beat harmless little animals." "If you knew that bitch like I know her, you would beat her ass, too!" "Speaking of asses," the officer said. "We heard you were feeding cats to your donkey." "It's not my ass. I don't know whose ass it is, but he does eat pussy. I can testify to that. Look", I said. "It was my idea for the ass to wash his mouth out with Ivory soap, and I don't even work Ivory soap." "Well, if you saw him eating pussy, then you should have reported it," one of them said. "But I didn't think it was my business. If he wanted top eat pussy, that was his business." "Where is the ass at?" the officer asked. I stepped out of the door and pointed. "The ass is over there, and the pussies are everywhere!" "Do you have something against cats?" the officer asked. "I love pussy as long as it stays out of my face." "What?" the officer asked. "Look, man, I have my own beliefs about the subject." "What are you beliefs?" he asked. "I believe that you should mind your own business." That angered him. "Come with me, now!" he ordered. Suddenly, my jinni appeared! "Where are you going with him?" she asked. These guys were petrified! Out of nowhere, my jinni appeared. Both of them opened their mouths and stood in awe. Then one of them said, "What is going on here? Who are you?" "Begone!" my jinni commanded, and those two guys just disappeared! Just like that. "Why did you just disappear on me like that?" "I had to show you what could happen to you if you don't give me what I want." "What do you want from me?" "I want you to do me a favor." "Who do you want me to kill?" "You must kill something within YOU." "Within me?" "An inhibition." "What are you getting at?" I asked. This jinni was so strange, but she was so beautiful. It did not matter what she wanted from me, I resolved to give it to her. What could I lose? I had already lost everything and now the city was after me for animal abuse. Not to mention the talking dog! I said- "I don't care what you want, I will give it to you! I have nothing to lose." My jinni disappeared! "Where are you?" I cried out. "You can't leave me now! I said I would do whatever you want. You are supposed to hypnotize me so that I would be re- stored! And you would give me paradise now and forever! You promised me!" Then, there was a knocking on the door. I was sure it was my jinni playing tricks on me, so I rushed to the door and opened it. It was the brindled dog! "Jesus!" I exclaimed. "What is going on?" Then the dog said, "Can we talk?" "What?" I was getting ready to faint. "Don't faint," the talking dog said. "I won't hurt you even though you tried to beat me with that stick." "Please!" I shouted . "Bring me back! Bring me back!" "What are you talking about?" the talking dog asked. "What is going on here?" I shouted. "What have I done to deserve this?" "Calm down. Calm down," the talking dog said. "Bring me back!" I shouted again. "Bring you where?" the talking dog asked. "To reality," I said. "This is reality," he said. "May I come in? I don't like standing in doorways." "Please," I stammered. "Come in." The talking dog was still walking on his hind legs. He came in and sat down. "What do you have to drink?" "What?" You know, reality and fantasy are only divided by a a very thin line. To cross this line places us some- where else. Where? How can a mere mortal explore the veracities of a paradoxical world where meaning is defined only through interpretations which may or may not be actual truths? Yet the homosapien exists in a world where other species are very much like them.. but different, too. Contradictions seem to discover validity in a world where mankind actually thinks he is supposed to be the master. But, is he? Really? To explore the depths of infinite minds, that is, human minds, all things exist. Exist is the key word because if it exists, it does have meaning. If it exists, therefore, it is. If it is, isn't it real? "You don't believe I exist," the talking dog said. "I've been hypnotized!" I exclaimed. "That accounts for everything!" "Don't you remember?" the talking dog reminded me. You were awakened out of your trance by the hollering bitch." "Yeah," I said. "That's right. But, where is my jinni?" "She's within you." "How can I make her come out?" "You don't need for her to come out." "Oh, yes I do! Look here. I'm talking to a talking dog. If I ever needed a jinni, I need one now!" "You must do all this alone." "Is this for real? I mean, you, and everything else?" "Weren't you a door mat before, and everything walked all over you, and your jinni raised you up, and you made love to her?" "Sure," I said. "Then, this is for real." "But, a talking dog! Whoever heard of such a thing?" "If it exists in the mind, then it exists," the talking dog said. Then he began to mumble something, but I could not make out what he was saying. I focused on him in disbelief... There I was- talking to a talking dog; this brindled dog of which I had formerly the custom of chaining up outside; I used to think I was master over him. Damn! This beast was sitting right across from me like a real homosapien, and he even asked me for a drink. "What do you want?" "I'll take a shot of Paul Masssoon," he said. "Don't underestimate things you don't understand," he continued. "Okay, but where am I?" "What do you mean?" he asked. "This is very peculiar. Something unwordly is hap- pening to me." Now, I was talking to this talking dog. "Mankind must realize that you are just mere things to be used and abused by someone or something else. Reflection only calls attention to your plight, but it doesn't alter anything, because all you are is this little insignificant thing that will pass away, and in the long run your existence is constantly changing...So, you want paradise now, and forever?" "Of course. What else is there to want?" "There are many things to want." the talking dog said. "Like what?" "Pleasure." "But isn't that all apart of wanting paradise?" "Not exactly." "Then. Explain it to me." "There is nothing to explain. It's not about ex- planation. It's about feeling," the talking dog said. "Feeling?" "Yes, feeling. You see, it begins with the heart. Once the heart bears it, the pleasure of life begins." "What?" "You humans are so sad." "We are civilized." "Civilization is just a bitch in heat!" the dog said. "What?" "Man is just a mere dog who screws bitches in the name of politics." "Boy! "What a farce! Give me another shot," he ordered. I poured him another drink and said-"The problem with you is that you only see things through the sex act. I know dogs are a promiscuous lot." "Oh," smiled the dog. "The Paul Massoon is nice. Let me have another shot." "Okay." I poured him another drink. He drank. "Boy, that was nice." "Do you need another?" I asked. "Yes," he answered. "I'll take another shot. The problem with you is you don't appreciate the finer things in life." "The finer things in life?" "You see, you don't even know what it means." "Me?" "Yes, you." Then he barked! "Now," I said, "you're acting like a dog." "I am. Am I?" "What do you think about cats?" "You mean pussies?" "Yes." "If I ever caught one, I would eat it." "What about black cats?" I asked. "If they cross your path, you will have bad luck." "I never let black cats cross my path. I'm a pussy eater, I love to eat pussy, and I'm proud of it." "But, I thought ony asses eat pussy," I said. "Dogs eat pussy, too?" "Of course," he said. "I find it quite offensive," I said. "To eat pussy?" "Yes." "Then, you have a problem." "Why?" "Why?" the talking dog repeated. "It doesn't make sense to me," I said. "It makes a lot sense to the pussyy," the dog said. "This is gross," I said. "Are you sure?" "I am positive!" "You have a lot to think about," he warned. "What do I have to think about?" "You had better start thinking about your jinni," he said. "Where is my jinni?" "She's within you," the talking dog said. "You should know by now." He arose from his seat and started for the door. "You're not leaving, are you?" "It's about time," he said. "You don't have to rush." "I must," he said. "Whatever you say," I said. I followed him to the door and opened it. It was a sight to see! Cats were everywhere! Little ones, big pussies! I looked into the sky and there were thousands of them flying above! I panicked. "Be cool," the brindled dog assured me. "It's about time." He walked outside and closed the door. The cats were there! The pussies started to crawl all over my head. Then, they were in my mouth! I saw my jinni, and she was smiling and laughing. She seemed to be enjoying all of it. "This is what I wanted," she said. Then she disappeared again! So did the cats. Immediately, I got up while forming at the mouth, and to the bathroom. I picked up a bar of Ivory soap, and I began to wash my mouth out. Then I ate it! That's when I saw the snakes, cobras, and sandpipers. They were all standing straight up! Then, I saw the dog and the donkey; they were smiling, too. "Awake! Awake!" I heard a woman's voice. I awoke. I was lying on a couch, and the lady had a note pad. "Get up," she said. "I'll make another appointment for tomorrow. Pay my receptionist on the way out. The total fee per session is a hundred and fifty dollars paid after every session. And, we do take credit cards." I got up from the couch and left the room; I closed the door behind me- It read 'Dr. Jinni'.
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