"Ray Vukcevich - Rejoice" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vukcevich Ray)

daddyo, all dancing shoes and swinging pearls, with a new message to be fluteful
and signify! But you want to know about, you say youтАЩre just wild about, you say
you cannot live without your neither shall, neither shall, neither shall nots. And I say
knock it off, cut it out. Cease Co. is talking new rules, a whole new policy. In our
winding down, we are winding up. This time the rabbit hole opens into a new century
where everyone talks the talk now that Mr. Juice is loose.

He ripped the hoses from his body and swung his legs around to dangle over
the edge of the table, and the sun suddenly tossed through the skylight a horseshoe
halo around his head, and he pulled at the hoses and dragged the machine to the
table and picked it up and threw it across the room where it shattered into twelve in
the sink pisces. ItтАЩll be better than DraculaтАЩs nightout, he said, itтАЩll be wilder than a
piece of Mississippi pie from Mr. Chew Chew.

His noodlerumble headnoise, the horrible sound of greaseless wheels turning
and turning and turning, shook the walls and made my beakers jitterbug rattled my
test tubes my retorts as he rose on jellyjuice legs and spread his arms wide and
grinned his fair-weather grin and said what you seize is what you get and said ad
albiora alba sanguis agni drink my blood in a cut crystal goblet liberally laced with
vodka and stirred with a stalk of fresh celery. He held out a dotted palm and said use
this missing period at the very end of things.

He took his first step, then another, monster moving across the scrubbed
laboratory floor toward us. Elizabeth took my arm and huddled close. Mucho hid
behind us but still peeked around my leg.

HeтАЩd seen us at once, but now he seemed to be really looking at us and I
could see my error written large on his face. Something had gone terribly wrong.

A certain cruel cunning came alive in his eyes, and he questioned me closely,
saying, what is that youтАЩve got there, my cold mad faery father? He took ElizabethтАЩs
arm between a thumb and first finger, very plump, in her slopery slip, my mouseling,
little frogchen, touch me with your girlick breath.

I put Elizabeth behind me.

Make me one of those, he said. He could look right over the top of my head
and I had no doubt what he meant. I want one of those.

It was easy to see that the experiment had failed. Maybe everything necessary
had not been in the book after all, or perhaps my machine had simply failed to
extract it all. Or maybe you never know what youтАЩll get until you get it. In any case, I
had created an abomination, and now he wanted me to make him a bride.

Never, I said.

Maybe IтАЩll take that one if you wonтАЩt make me one of my own, he said and
lowered his chin and looked up at me like a buffalo calculating a charge.

Leave her alone, I said.