Styrofoam is Forever

Styrofoam is Forever
@aladreth

No one could have resisted Miss LaFosse's appeal, let alone Miss Pettigrew 
with her susceptible heart.  She felt strong with compassion and sympathy,
though for what she hadn't the faintest idea.  Yet behind her solitude,
rather guiltily, Miss Pettigrew felt the most glorious, exhilarating 
sensation of excitement she had ever experienced.  "This," thought Miss
Pettigrew, is Life.  I have never lived before." - Winifred Watson, "Miss
Pettigrew Lives for a Day."



You equals peace, love, cream cakes, hugs, sweeties, positive vibes, prayers, kisses, tickles, red wine, waves crashing, stiff cocks, empathy, spiritual love voices, sunflowers, whispers, bass lines, lust, melodies, the moon, tea, fish an chips, nastiness, raindrops on my tongue, smiles, cuddles, steak, TDK cassettes with 70's porn, a listening ear, seeds, chocolate milk.

God, you equals so many good things.

Me equals a fake and a liar and a thief and all things slimy or boooootififul.  (Depending on if you like that type of stuff.)

So once again I tell you a story full of "the moral of ..." and wonder.

This time it's about Anita Brunelle.

Anita Brunelle was a character much like one I wrote in a screenplay years ago. She is a character you are under great pressure to hate because she stands on the edge of mediocrity. She certainly isn't part of the media's beauty club.

So, you must hate her. It is prescribed in all the magazines on newsstands today. She is wrong.  She is bad. She is flawed.

At the same time you fall in love with her and sometimes feel sorry for her because she's vulnerable, naive and weak.

In straight animal evolution she will not survive, but we have inside us some pretty emotion to like the underdog.

In my screenplay, the Anita Brunelle character fell in love with a serial killer fellow named Bill who prank called her in the middle of the night.   He wanted to chew on her panties.  Prank calls were his way of relaxing after a full night of assassinations.

Prank calls are quite interesting.  You can hang up.  I'm sure we all have, but then there's one or two times you listen, you hang on, instead of hanging up and maybe even carry on a conversation with the pervert.

Who would blame you?  Who could blame you, if you were Anita Brunelle.

So, Anita has been dreaming the same dream over and over.  A baby sits in a wet diaper in a black Styrofoam container.  This is the type of Styrofoam box you get leftovers in from the restaurant.  It's the type of Styrofoam the conservancy magazines say will stay in our landfills for a long, long, long time.

Wet baby bum sticks to black Styrofoam.  It's quite the dilemma.

What does Anita Brunelle need with a baby?  She's too fat, tired and old to think about babies now.

One more thing to fail at.  One more thing to drop and break.  And that is just what she does.

She drops the baby!

Luckily, Anita finds just as dreams go, the baby falls softly on the gold sofa from her grandmother's house. Oh, 'tis long gone now - but in your dreams, everything remains as beautiful as it was 30 years ago.

Anita remembers sleeping on that gold sofa in her long purple robe.  She felt more safe staying bundled up in her robe hiding all her pretty bits as her cousin would always tickle her.  She even remembered him 'de-pantsing' her in her maroon corduroy pants.

Those were the same pants she had a full blown accident in when she was in bible camp in the mountains and didn't want to go to the bathroom in the woods.  She wouldn't dare risk getting her butt bit by something from the pines.  Worse than something from the hills.  Even with the roll of toilet paper they handed her, she just couldn't risk it.

Dreams are horrible when they are so close to waking hours.  Who wants to dream of the washer overflowing?  Who wants to dream of being avalanched by all the papers on your desk?  It happens so often in real life.

Anita wanted to dream of being Nurse Nancy to Al Schreiber; old, wounded veteran.

Anita wanted to dream of being Judge Janie to that sexy boy from England and send him down to his punishment.  "Straight with you, boy, to the dungeon!"

And she would join him later.

Anita wanted to dream of lazy, breezy bumble bee filled afternoons under Mulberry trees.

Anita wanted to dream of creating happy songs to bring peace to the world, saving the planet one Styrofoam container at a time.

Anita wanted a wet dream.  A fantasy fulfilled with the slight sound of an adorable lover in her ear, saying things so sweet and waking to him crawling up to her thighs beneath the sheets. Half awake, half asleep, still dreaming.

But it could be reality.

It could be.