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feeling lately that the very act of creating this metaphor manipulates
reality to fit along with it. For all I know, there really are a bunch
lunatics running around Devon as we speak, to whom the phrase ‘I am
the monkey flower’ has a great deal of meaning…”
Agent 139 suddenly rose. “I am the monkey flower!” he proclaimed.
The waitress grunted and began ambling his way, prepared to tell him to
sit in his seat and be a good patron. The Agent gave her such a withering
stare that she stopped in mid-stride. “Hear me out!” he screamed. Even
the suits in non-smoking stopped, their forks dangling in their suddenly
limp hands.
“Fuck it all. Thirty million years of evolution for ‘Singled Out,’ the
Spice Girls, and sublimated brutality. Thirty million years and Eminem is
the most forward thinking artist on the air? Come on and come off it, you
fucking disappoint me. You’re letting your religious iconography be
populated by the likes of DMX and Pepsi Cola? I’ll have another hit off
the joint and continue to be mindfucked by the boys on the major
networks. I mean, I am, after all, nothing more than a product of
this…rightright? That my consciousness is not congruent with the agreed
upon world view—that is a fluke, a minor mishap, an inconvenience at
my expense? A country based on the rights of the many at the expense of
the one—who ever thought that the many consists of the one?—and we
expect to have individuality? Individuality is itself a trap, a sham. What
does this strip-mall of insecurity, this plethora of sensory overstimulation
lack? To use the terminology of our late syphilitic friend, a
will to power, a will to meaning.”
At this Frederick looked confused. “Late?” he asked. The Agent did
not pause, however. He had a far away, highly ecstatic look in his eyes.
The tone of his voice had changed, it was now deep and powerful. Johny
could see that he was brandishing a curved hunting dagger behind his
back.
“Why do you call yourself 139?” Johny asked suddenly, completely
spoiling the mood.
Agent 139 looked over his shoulder at him. “Top of mind awareness…
branding and marketing… haven’t you been listening?”
Then, back to the larger audience, he continued his sermon, “Meaning
is not contained within the world as it is. Nor is hope, evil, or justice. It is
a human, cultural and subjective reality cast upon a blank set. When a
group of people accept the same movie, the general consensus creates
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