Take a Little Look on the Inside

He sat down and slowly sipped his coffee, feeling it delicately
sear the tip of his tongue, not unlike a cold slap to the face in
the middle of a drab lecture. He packed up his love and put it in
a small enveloped. Scrawled on the front was:

    To: Santa Claus
        Santa Claus Lane
        North Pole, Antartica

He put on a stamp but forgot the return address. Damn stamps cost
29 cents. At least Elvis was with him though. He put the
envelope in the mailbox and walked back in. He wiped the rain off
his brow with a napkin and stared off across the room. The
conversation floated around him in a confused jumble of tone,
diction, symbolism, and meaning. The words meant nothing though.
Its all in the eyes, you dig, that's where all the meaning is. The
people talked and talked in their distracting secret code, but it
was all a farce. It was all in their eyes. He could see them
plotting and talking about him. Cold terror gripped his spine and
slowly crawled up each celebrate sticking its cold needle like
claws into the nerves. He tried to see what they were saying but
they were good. They kept their eyes averted and obviously changed
the code after each completed sentence. But he began to crack the
code. He stared at a particularly attractive woman on the other
side and caught her attempt to pass off a message as a mere speck
of dust in her eye. "We will move against him in 10 minutes.
Mark." It had said. He was sure of it.

The table blurred in and out of focus and he felt a sharp
sensation of vertigo. He looked down at his hands but they were
not his hands. The two appendages were held in front of him by
some unseen entity. He looked down at what was his body and
realized that he was just a consciousness floating in the air
looking down at this automaton husk ran by the back of his brain.
He looked within his own mind and realized that it too was
detached from his consciousness. He browsed through his hopes,
ambitions, fears, desires, and loves as one would flip through
phone numbers in a Rolodex. Each was greeted with a cynical raised
eyebrow and a touch of disdain. What a petty life this one leads
he thought to himself. He searches for someone to give him meaning
like he is a puzzle with a missing piece. The poor fool doesn't
realize that the mind is not a set of Legos. If your structure is
unsound you rebuild using the materials you have but you never
borrow from others. As mass-energy is neither created nor
destroyed so is the components of ones consciousness. Conservation
of consciousness. Its not just a rule. Its the law.

     He sipped his coffee again and was surprised to find it was
cold. His existence in 4th dimensional space time was inexplicably
warped. Time no longer seemed to be the simple linear arrow he was
used to. Now it had moments of greater time density where time
would rapidly speed up or even slow down. Not unlike a record
needle tracking over and old record. Instead of Sinatra, the
output was what we choose to refer to as linear time. The
restaurant's occupants were curiously sharpened against their
background of dull green couches. They seemed as sentient cartoon
characters. Special effects in the movie of his life. The
swastika's in the carpet started dancing their dance of death.
Spinning around and flowing in each other, they begged for help.
They needed attention like the man needs his drugs. He ripped his
eyes from the but now the whole of Denny's was dancing around in a
dance of primal consciousness. Geometric patterns animated into
dancing skills and break-dancing hamsters. They swayed and bobbed
to the tune of a different drummer. The beat was the beat of decay
and its tune is that of a powerful orchestra.  Some of the
musicians are dressed in bawdy outfits, others are dressed in the
pauper's rags. Others in the highest trend of fashion. They play
rock guitars, steel drums, cellos, mandolins, and all sorts of
strange instruments. The music is load and disturbing. It hits you
right between the legs; where it counts. The sweet sound of decay
drives you on into nameless acts of defecation, self-defemation
and desecration. He jumped on top of the table spinning around
faster and faster. He looked up and saw a window to the stars.
They were spinning into a spiral  with glaring white light. He saw
a black hole sucking entire galaxies into its gaping mawl of
infinite mass. Did you know if an elephant was put in a space suit
(yes, its true. The government has trained a crack squad of
elephants to be astronauts -- they will man (or is the elephant)
missile defense stations for the Star Wars program in case of
nuclear warfare) and moved near a black hole, as it got closer and
closer the amount of gravity exerted on its trunk would be much
greater than that on its tail. It would stretch out like silly
puddy before it collapsed into the space-time continuum. Don't
forget to tie your shoelaces.