"Jack Womack - Ambient 06 - Going, Going, Gone" - читать интересную книгу автора (Womack Jack)

under the sink. Bug city; ten thousand long-term leasees but
none of them were talking. Men of science test all theories, so I
stared down into the toilet bowl. In heightened states the sight
of running water calms me down, and the longer I looked in the
better I felt. Nothing but an unexpected side effect, I told my-
self. No telling whatтАЩll bob up when the mind starts simmering.
In my more adventurous days I once dropped a little blue tab,
supposedly some derivative extracted from San Pedro cactus
buds. Maybe so, but all it did was make me sneeze uncontrolla-
bly for fourteen hours.
Please help.
I looked up and I saw them standing there. Almost there, IтАЩd
better say. This was the first time I could eyeball somebodyтАЩs
front and glim their back simultaneously, but that wasnтАЩt the
real mindbender. It was hard getting a fix on them because half
the time they were turning colours and half the time, shifting
into black and white. Made me want to shout focus at the
projection booth. He wore what looked like a Bellevue suit,
except the arms didnтАЩt have those fashionable belts and buckles.
Just as well because if they had he couldnтАЩtтАЩve lugged the doll.
His honey lay in his arms like a swoonstruck bobbysoxer. She
gave every indication of being out on a heavy nod. Under the
circumstances, mind you, IтАЩd hesitate to say either one would
have bled if you cut them. From what I could tell heтАЩd had it
hard wherever heтАЩd had it, and she looked like sheтАЩd been
dragged by a truck from Cleveland way past Detroit.
Please help us.
Neither of them were flapping gums when the words came
through, but I heard him stone clear. The shakes hit me where I
stood and thatтАЩs a side effect I never get from that eveningтАЩs
particular family of chemicals. Closing my eyes, I tried to think
of something to say. When I raised my shades once more my
new pals were starting to fade. They didnтАЩt seem to notice, but I
didnтАЩt think they were too conscious of anything, to tell the
truth. Going, going, gone тАУ and that was that for them.
Somehow it was worse having them gone. I rolled back into
bed and listened hard. Even though I didnтАЩt hear him anymore
it still took time before I could start copping Zs. What with all
the excitement IтАЩd worked myself into a tizzy. I couldnтАЩt shake
the notion somebody was hotfooting over my grave. Seeing
ghosts will do that, I suppose, and thatтАЩs the way I finally
chalked it up. Axe-murdered in this room years ago, probably,
and the walls couldnтАЩt hold back on what theyтАЩd seen any
longer. Fortean phenomena, the logical explanation. Nothing
weird about it until it happens to you. Just one of those strange
things happening every day, like green snow or a frogstorm, or
buses showing up in threes.
I couldnтАЩt wait to get back to New York. Of course I didnтАЩt
foresee IтАЩd have guests along for the ride.