Girls Laughing Genuinely

“Compositions are integrated within,” said the woman’s voice, “gen-up to electric-dog status.  Your ears prick up.  They pat you on the back and then kick you around like homogenized milk.”  Then came the drum machine in 4/4 time.

Bobby lay on the floor next to the boombox, listening.  He always liked the spoken-word introduction to The Fall song “C.R.E.E.P.”  He did not understand what the woman was saying.  He liked it because it seemed negative and incomprehensible, just like him.  Bobby stared into space and imagined girls laughing genuinely at a joke he had made.  Bobby was 15 years old and weighed 270 pounds and lived in America and was a type 4 on the Enneagram and masturbated every day.  He was told by his mother that he possessed wisdom though he had no wisdom and never would until he died at the age of 94.  At this point in his life he bought lots of CDs and loved buying CDs more than anything else.  This would be his obsession for two years.  Then, for another four years he would be obsessed with working-out.  Then for 15 years he would be obsessed with forming relationships with other people.  Then, for the rest of his life, he would not be obsessed with anything and would try to do his job and stay on facebook when he was not doing his job.

“Compositions are integrated within,” said the woman, “gen-up to electric-dog status.  Your ears prick up.  They pat you on the back and then kick you around like homogenized milk.”  Bobby stared at the orange streak of dusk-nearing sun falling on the Throbbing Gristle poster pinned to his wall.  The song was on repeat.  Bobby stared at the poster and imagined girls laughing genuinely.