Stories From The Head

Understanding the Construction ”What is this? Some kind of machine?” Opiut had a hard time figuring out what the construction in front of him was for. “Do you like it?” Hadi’s voice was not to be mistaken. “Well”, said Opiut, “of course I feel attracted to this this lovely construction, but....” “But what?” Opiut was not used to being interrupted, and gave Hadi a questioning look. “But I do not believe I quite grasp the concept of its necessity!” “....do not quite grasp the concept of its necessity...”, Hadi impersonated him. “Of course you do! No one does! It’s all about understanding the construction, you see.” “Well?” – The uncertainty on Opiut’s face was so obvious Hadi was unsure whether he should take his precautions in case Opiut’s head would explode. “You do know what a construction is, don’t you?”, Hadi continued. “Yes, but...” “And I presume you are familiar with the verb “to understand”, correct me if I’m wrong?” “You are wrong, I’ve never heard of this verb before!” The last Hadi saw of Opiut, was his back. But it was a lovely back. In fact, Opiut had never seen such a succulent back, since he was the only owner of such a succulent back, he could not see such a succulent back, since his succulent bach (not to mention his succulent back) was always behind him, where ever he turned. Hadi, on the other hand, was in the position of the beholder, and had an undisturbed view to Opiut’s bak (above his back), which was even more beautiful than his ordinary back. Humming the all-too-known tune “Fuck the dead rabbit before it grows cold”, Opiut kept on walking towards his house. As he rounded the corner of the fence surrounding his lawn, he suddenly realized that he would never understand the construction, but what the heck? There was always the cd player. Having entered his living room, he walked straight to the stereo to put on the song he couldn’t get out of his head...

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