robin williams is doing rehab

robin williams stretched his feet out in the hospital bed, to his right lay a majestic sight reminiscent of an african savannah: a heady sunset and giraffe, antelope and elephants meandering in the dust........ his rehab clinic in michigan, was, in fact, parked next to an african petting zoo........... he stretched his toes and looked at the animals some more.......... he looked to his left at the vertical slit of his private room door that had a glass pane..... through the pane he could see the hot nurses, and the fat ones........ he would press the room service button and hope for a hot nurse, but this time he would be disappointed, he didn't bother to get her to walk half way down the corridor towards his room before rescinding his room service call.....

no matter, his phone was switched off, he had a jug of pleasant orange juice or  kool aid or something........the view and best of all: throat punch's latest bestseller: killing time......... throat punch was all the rage these days, his dashing pseudo-spy novels of derring do were so well received now that killing time was on top of the new york times best-seller list........ throat was doing the rounds of night time tv shows.......... he'd had an amazing life, he was born in the Caribbean, near Suriname somewhere, was raised for a while on the international space station.......spoke about 30 languages and studied at harvard...... anyway he was pretty interesting, but his novels were just amazing.......... robin re-opened killing time to page 31......he'd just gotten into it but could already tell it was a real page turner........... the main protagonist was some guy that worked for a secret black-ops department of a major international oil company.......he was just having a meeting with some hot-shot international lawyer, some really hot french woman......... while he'd been having a seductive conversation with her, he'd substituted some of her chewing game with explosive gum so that when she bit down on it, her mouth would explode and she'd be spitting bloody teeth out, if her jaw still worked at all, she'd very possibly be dead........ Derrick, the black ops oil guy, didn't care either way, he was bad-arse......... 'very well, mademoiselle, see you in court,' Derrick said, kissing her hand respectfully, and picked up his hat from the table and quickly scampered on to a  departing road tram on a busy street..........robin turned the pages.........

the sun sank low and the moon rose high...... more hours passed and the sun again began to squirm around the arse-cracks of dawn --- the birds began making a God-awful twittering..... still Robin turned the pages......by the time he reached the crucifixion scene around page 230, he was ready to get some sleep........ Derrick was bad arse! mused Robin, he'd just crucified, literally crucified someone; a woman! he left her pinned to the wall of a child-care centre with a power drill he'd found lying around......... drilling her wrists and ankles to the wall of the child-care centre of a rival oil company's headquarters! unbelievable! this was violent! then he'd walked out after doing that, tussled some deaf kid's hair that was unaware of the crucifixion, and lobbed a cell-phone that he'd just dialled 911 on onto some baby's chest in its crib and said, 'choose ambulance when they get back to you kid,'.............. just like that! bad-arse! omg thought Robin....... Derrick was so bad arse, no big name american actor could even play that role, their agents would never let them! it would practically be career suicide....... sure a relatively unknown, albeit experienced actor would be happy to have the role, but it would be the kind of guy that never gets that household name status......... Robin thought about what his agent would say if he asked to play Derrick........... he remembered the time he got an hour long lecture about his 'demographic'........ how he appealed to men all over the western world, from youngsters to teenagers to fat divorced men and happily married fat mangina men to even old men with leaky bladders......... Robin had just zoned out on the demographics during that meeting, instead scrolling through some of his agent's secret computer files, unbeknownst to his lecturing talent agent......... Robin knew his agent was gay but he never realized exactly what that meant, until that meeting......... who knew that when gays reached a certain level of sophistication, this would entail 'amino-aciding' meets? this was where a whole group of gay guys would simulate chemical compositions, by adopting the positions of various atoms and atomic make-ups in famous chemical formations, for example, when imitating 'amino-acids'; the gay men would take on various positions during group sex, for example, the carbon atoms would enjoy being fucked up the arse while sucking some other guy's dick while simultaneously masturbating two other gay men's dicks with each free hand, for a total of four dicks (to one carbon atom).......... wow, who new gays were so sophisticated??........Robin learnt a lot during that meeting......... no wonder Hollywood had the best marketing people in the world! guys that could take on four dicks at once! there were even happily married heterosexual men that could simultaneously jerk two guys off at once, often under age guys........ that's precision and co-ordination thought Robin, no wonder Iran never won anything at Cannes.....always bitching about the great satan........ stupid stone-throwing yokels........ good old American values, apple pie and four dicks........... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.......... Robin flipped into sleep........ busy day ahead!


Bad Mourning!
********** LESS than 40 days later, Robin Williams has reportedly suicided by hanging.......... rest in peace Robin Williams, a fellow of infinte jest and may flights of Angels get you there...... we feel like Lenny after he has plastic surgery but still saying, 'this is the worst day of my life'........ it's hard to believe the death of a celebrity can bring any great disappointment, it's all such a masquerade and fancy dress and silliness..... however Williams did not seem to be a fool, despite living a colorful and extravagent life.......not sure which part of my feeling blue today is getting lumped on the William's news, already was feeling bad after chiding the boy overly this morning and even last night whiffy rejected some of my advances, then this morning again we had a rough patch..... plus am sick with flu again and still working......... so various emotions already to deal with and the Williams news seems like such a pity, and a surprise, kind of........... no-one really new he was feeling depressed........ maybe he should have put out a PR thing through his publicist or something and his fans could have cheered him up.......... now probably lots of them feel lousy about his death......... anyway, was in two minds about finishing this post or no, since writing it, on one or two occasions, and not even sure what the idea was although there was a definite idea to go on with but it seems forgotten so instead we'll bring the story in a different direction, all just really to flex the imagination muscle in one's brain.......... but one really feels blue, whether coz of feeling guilty for chiding my boy or having flu or coz of williams or bad relationship/stress with whiffy...... Williams certainly deserves a funeral with honors........ we definitely wish him well in the immediate state after Death he is in
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Derrick woke up in a hospital bed........he couldn't have been more than ten years old, was he dreaming? he remembered in his sleep he had to take a flight to Israel, arrange affairs with an arms dealer there, then fly on to Moscow, spend the night there, meet another arms dealer in the morning there and then a guy immediately after that who could supply him with helicopters armed with machine guns. then he'd have to fly on to western africa......... in fact, his oil company had discovered big oil in one particular region and intended to exploit it but first they wanted to make sure that people amenable to them were in power, therefore they would arm rebels and pull strings and arrange a coup d'etat.... only after their buddies were in control would it be revealed that oil was even there, everything would be done in a hush hush way..........this was Derrick's business and he was ruthless about it and felt no compunctions.......but, like many of us do, he found himself in a funny state of mind between what he knew were his duties and affairs, and in a dream state, that is, he was half-asleep around five o'clock in the morning, in Paris....... his flight out of Charles de Gaulle left around 8am........... in his dream Derrick woke up in a hospital bed, he was around ten years old........ it was a distortion as in fact, he'd never spent time in hospital in this way but he had a cousin, who had, and his subconscious seemed to be grafting this fact.......... then there was a basketball game, and the call of children's voices from afar, like from a school patio....... it was hard for Derrick to recall and showering, after waking, his fleeting memories were scattered...........

(to be continued)