I Was Unfamiliar With the Style
fell upon it with great delight- couldn’t tell my nose was bleeding
- threw her lipstick at me
- poses rarely seen outside of fetish art
- blow the lid off the whole thing
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I was unfamiliar with the style of the music. I couldn’t even be sure that every member of the orchestra was playing the same piece, but whatever each of them was chasing, they fell upon it with great delight and impressive volume. They shook the theatre, the vibrations making the emcee’s wig writhe, or displeasing the raccoon atop his head, whichever was really the case. I clamped my hands over my ears to protect them from the assault. Another glance around the empty auditorium and I lost all curiosity about any sex secrets that might be revealed in the show.
I headed back outside, where the orchestra’s performance was still oppressively loud. I couldn’t tell my nose was bleeding from the horrendous sound, and so when someone tapped my shoulder and I turned suddenly, droplets of blood flew onto her. She screamed and threw her lipstick at me and ran away, so I’ll never know why she tried to get my attention. The only other people on the street were a pair of old men on the next block, who seemed to be having a type of argument that involved vile name-calling and poses rarely seen outside of fetish art.
One of the geezers suddenly pointed at me. “I told you!” he hollered. “He’s here to blow the lid off the whole thing!”
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