The Labyrinth of The Psychodramatic Garden Queen

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The Royal Janitor

The Labyrinth of The Psychodramatic Garden Queen

Now that American Gays were fleeing to Oregon to escape a new religious fanaticism that was threatening NATO, European Spy and Think, Tanks, were eager to invest in BAD, because it was assessed they had in their employ, a Religious Wizard that knew all there is to know about the world’s major religions. Unfortunately, Starfish had chosen to spend Our Darkest Hour, exploring the cosmic turns and twists of being a Retro-Hippie, and organized religion was the farthest thing from her mind.

“Humor her! Have you tried – humoring her!”

“God-damn it! I tried that the minute we met. She interrupted our interview and showed me how he hair has been psychically trained to cover her bare breasts. She way beyond the not wearing a bra stage. You get your ass to Eugene, and fucking humor her and see what she has in store – FOR YOU! She’s a fucking psycho – if you must know! But – I love her – to death!”

Putting her phone on the coffee table, Victoria walked over to the large picture window overlooking their three acres bordered by a pine tree park they could take walks in. There below was the love of her life setting up the Labyrinth Walk – with Psychodrama – with her inept friends from The Life-journey Psilocybin Therapy Program the Governor signed off on. There was going to be loud screams with raging tears and impossible accusations made against the caustic and toxic universe which was somehow ultimately responsible for the THE DEEP DEPRESSION the Walkers felt. In Miriam Starfish’s case, it was the death of her parents in a horrific butane explosion she witness at the age of thirteen. Thank God they had distant neighbors. Starfish bellowed like a Big Foot when her tears began to flow. Let the fun&games begin!

As the new-age music wafted up to the house, Victoria got comfy in the big leather easy chair and looked up at the 122 inch T.V. that now dominated their lives. Her wife was also a Oregon Duck Football fan, along with a follower of the Ems. She married a Frat – and a Biblical Scholar – who idolized Ken Babbs! Why? Why the fucking – why? The New Eugene Hill Lovers made an agreement to place a camera near the Maze so Victoria could – just watch.

“”I like to watch!”

She knew if she got near, she would get sucked in, like Dorothy.

As the first round of quiet sobbing began as the Human Captives of a Tyrannical Fate made their way one by one to the center of Labyrinth – high on shrooms – Victoria opened the drawer of the coffee table, and brought out a handful of large rubber-tipped darts. Standing up, she took aim a Babbs bulbous grin, and let one fly!

“This is all your fucking fault – even though you deny it! Take this – you pretentious old fraud that can’t write worth shit.”

Starfish demanded a ten foot tall mural be placed in the large stairwell of their new house Starfish wanted, instead ot the humble abode her husband suggested due to her modest income and savings. At the bank, Victorian discovered her woman – was a financial wizard, too, and they were – LOADED! And there go another dart that struck Ken high on the brow, just as the other dart lost its grip, as planned, and fell onto the soft carpeting below.

“Why would you ever think anyone would want to to read a fucking book about a fucking dead buffalo. Take this!”

Victoria’s heart was pounding as she gave Babbs the literary critique he longed for, but no one dare deliver for fear Ken controlled a World-wide Hippie Mafia – Big Hit Squad! Adrenalin poured into Bond;s veins by the cup full. If her woman walked in, suddenly, to use the bathroom, she would be dead! Like most cult followers, Starfish was head over heals in love with Babb’s big glowing – goofy look – that rendered him harmless to the poor souls who long to be addicted to someone.

“If Starfish doesn’t come out of the fucking trance you put her in – you big Hippie Gorilla – than the world is toast. Take this!”

Suddenly, Bond heard a peeping sound. Turning, there stood Little Sally Snowflake, the second most sensitive star of the Garden Psycho crew. Bond glanced at the three darts grouped around Ken’s nose. Grabbing a real gun out of the other drawer, Victoria pointed it at Sensitive Sally, and growled

“If you open your mouth – you’re dead! Do you got me!”

Sally let go the contents of her bladder. Whimpering some more, she ran for the door, got in her card -and sped home! She fell out of grace at all her groups. Her new therapist let her go.

“I never encountered such a – closed patient! She swore she was cured of her depression!”

Sally made the symbol of zipping her mouth closed at the twelve groups she belonged to. Other participants – demanded she share! Sally had some cards made up, and handed them to fellow members.

“Silence is golden!”

Victoria helped her see the light. What is there to share, but that we were all born. As we get older we dare share the truth with people we love – that we are going to die! Some friends want you to go to their Church, and accept the truth we are not going to die, but, will live forever! Sally came to the realization as she looked down the barrel of a gun, that she was going to die, and, that is that! Sally got a huge shove on her path to Nirvana, and was profusely grateful to Starfish’s Psychodramatic Life-journey Psilocybin Therapy Trip – the Governor signed off on!