Oscar

The USS Bronson departed the solar system on the first Wednesday in October, carrying 420 tons of prime marijuana for trade on the rim. Its wormhole jumps were automated.

By the first jump, the crew, consisting of Oscar Slama, was baked. He sat in the captain’s chair with a bowl of chips in his lap.

In front of him, he appeared.

“Wha…?” he said.

“Don’t freak out,” Oscar 4-6 said. “I’m just more you, in the fourth, fifth, and sixth dimensions.”

“Whoa,” Oscar said.

“Got a light?” asked Oscar 4-6.

After a second wormhole jump, as the ship navigated n-space on its trip to the rim planets, Oscar 7-9 joined the others, who, using a bong, were now ozzy. He immediately commenced baking brownies, a smoking blunt held between his clenched teeth.

Croned, the three talked about the meaning of life with others who joined them subsequently.

“It definitely has something to do with this yup yup,” Oscar 64-66 said.

“Dude, it’s like … like … life,” Oscar 90-92 said.

“Having trouble finishing my sentenc… ” Oscar said. Oscar 99-101 refilled his bowl with organic, unsalted puffed peas.

“How many are me?” Oscar said. “I mean, how many of dimensions of me are they …?”

“Infinite,” said Oscar 19948892…

More wormholes, more dank. Infinitely more Oscars, steetched.

“Let’s all squeeze in together,” Oscar said. “Dudes, I am so fazed …”

“Dude, not out here in n-space. You got to stay spread out in n-space.”

“No, squeeze in,” Oscar said with the frown of the chonged.

They burned the crops. They squeezed in, all infinity of them.

The ship flew on, empty of Oscars and budda.

The Oscars looked around.

“Where are we?” they asked themself.

“In this universe, we’re God,” said the part of Him most lit.

“Dude!” they said.

for Microcosms

haiku

mothers sacrifice
a bedrock human virtue
its absence brings shame

for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and Pic and a Word Challenge

our world today

let’s review:
the word for our world today
acceleration
no way to slow down
no way to get off

for Your Daily Word

Rats

The capitol grew rank in the summer heat, the humid streets clogged with sweating tourists and rats.

Striding down the sidewalk, Jon Abramson soaked through his finest summer suit. In court he would make his final arguments before a dripping jury, wilted.

Heun Su pushed her baby’s pram toward the park, she and her daughter dehydrating along the way. Su, spending quality time with her child before heading to the hospital to perform afternoon brain surgery. A nurse would sponge her brow to keep her eyes clear while she worked.

Meanwhile, the rats on the streets, sensing something seriously wrong with the climate, were heading as one out of town, due north.

for First Line Fridays.

haiku – ripple, wind

wind rubs the water
breeze pushing ripples and the
hurricane tall waves

for ronovan writes haiku challenge

Haiku – Beacons


beacons or warnings
nature doesn’t specify
we’ll find out later

for pic and a word challenge.com

Haiku – Fathers

fathers and their sons
gliding through time and silent
transparent water

responding to Pic and a Word Challenge