They Can’t Touch Me Now
Toadsgoboad
died long before now; I’m just retiring the name. The ending of my comic strip “Doodlenose” and
the completion of my novel, “At Home With the Gas Giants,” eliminated the need
for Toadsgoboad as a character in my works.
Everything that could be done had been.
My upcoming plans for my painting career as well as the feelings I have
after doing thirteen albums of music under the name Toadsgoboad also lend
themselves to the retirement of the name.
However, it will revert to its original use as a magic word, a word with
which to effect change and conjure visions.
Father Sniff and His Origins Green
Father Sniff,
who had once been known as Bolt Uprite, the communist preacher, had emphasized
his doctrine of balance and fairness so much over the years that he had begun
to split his mind into two equal halves, with each hand doing its share of the
high profile tasks. He had become, in
the truest sense of the word, ambidextrous.
Some time
after the coup that brought the religious leaders to power, Father Sniff was
condemned as an outright blasphemer. His
trial, which was televised, showed him clearly writing two contradictory texts
simultaneously, each of his hands taking up opposing sides on the subject of
marijuana legalization.
As he stepped
out of the courtroom at the head of a mob of converts, he announced to the
awaiting cameras that he would reward his right hand that afternoon with
masturbatory detail, though manipulating the mouse with his left was tricky.
