MÖBIUS CLICK OR THE ELECTRICAL PLIERS
by Gabriel Orgrease

Klein, my maker.
[Insert 200 pages of National Electrical Code.]
My handles are cobalt blue. How about you?
I am a tool slave used by Joe the electrician.

In his leather pouch I snuggle to the red beaks. Many a copper wire I've bent, till Joe shorted me on 440 volts. FLASH -- burnt him back, WHANG BANG! Laid him out square between kisser and the eyes. Before Joe came to I skipped with a screwdriver in the pouch of his archenemy Tecumseh.

He should not have stuck me in that box. Did he not see the skull and bones? Whacked with electric -- now he sees nothing. Don't worry, they all come round.

We are riding along Sunset Blvd, Tecumseh and I, in a canary yellow Corvette.

Joe is in love with Alice, his anima -- before I skipped I snipped Joe -- an id lobotomy. Very quick... painless. Hit them with one thing then snip with another. So Joe the electrician fumbles in darkness looking for my handles.

If I were you, I would sneak up on him and clip free his tool belt. But watch for the groping fingers.

© Gabriel Orgrease 2004

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