The Life of Twig Boy

by matt J. munn

Once upon a time in a damp, dusty, dirty, doody, drab apartment, there was this family of three. The parents only sitting on the neon green couch watching the hypnobox constantly being hypnotized by the invisible nuclear microwaves that silently creep in their minds, not being able to pay attention to their surroundings. The child, "twig boy", standing alone in the corner, basking in the warm light of one 50 watt bulb powered lamp, thinking it is the sun. Then, one day, Twig Boy suddenly felt the urge for something new, something real. He learned all that he could, hoping to find a way out of this dull, boring life. He walked over to his parents and he said, "Kirby junkits at the end of the blue skys which are known as day in the gorge bathsink?", and the parents ignored him, staring blankly at the hypnobox. Feeling alone, Twig Boy answered his own question. "I am who I am, what I am, how I am, where I am.", and he decided to walk through the wall of the apartment, passing into the fresh bliss called reality. -the end