a collection of thoughts by reno nismara

“It’s an orgasmic world” -Reno Nismara-

The Alien Took His Last Extravagance

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Fool around. Listen to some music, then create some new ones.  Pop as much pills as he’s capable of. Smoke weed. Watch as much Scorsese as he can. Drink a full bottle of whiskey. Browse the world through a monitor screen. Smoke some more. Eat some munchies. Another reefer is rolled. Get tanned at the side of the beach while he smoke another joint. Fuck someone’s girlfriend. Watch as much Polanski as he can. Create a personal musical masterpiece. Drink a full bottle of vodka. Fuck the cheapest whore available. Watch as much Tarantino as he can. That are the exact order of activities that he probably does in the amount of one day. And no, he never sleeps.

His name is…, well, it’s not very important what his name is. The most important thing is he is the kind of man that can do whatever he likes. Plus, he is gorgeous. He’s the ultimate sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll kind of man. He will make Keith Richards looks like a fucking choirboy, if only he’s as rich as Mr. Richards. In fact, he don’t have much money. No, he don’t need any money.  All he need in his life is his freedom. But still, he can maintain his sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll life. And no, I don’t have any idea of how he does it. All I can say is, he really enjoy his life to the fullest. He is as free as the Polish when the TV news informed them that Adolf Hitler is dead, as free as a mother when she gave birth to her child, and as free as the best orgasmic experience you have ever felt. Such extravagance.

But soon, something will change.

“Knock… knock… knock…”

The man is sitting in his dirty and ripped sofa smoking a joint when his apartment door is producing a withered knocking. In fact, it is too withered and the man felt that there is something wrong with it. His sensitivity at sounds tells him that he never has a guess that knocked so witherly before. He glanced the clock in his apartment wall, the minute hand is pointing at number two and the hours hand is pointing a bit past number ten. To bury his feeling of curiousity, he put his joint in his black ashtray that is located  on the floor not far from his feet and wore his black dirty t-shirt.

“Knock… knock… knock…,” the withered knocking is produced again.

“Waiiitttt…!,” said the man as he approached his apartment door and guessing who is the withered-knocking-human behind his apartment door.

So, the man has arrived in front of his own apartment door and quickly turn the doorknob.

“Click.”

He open the door slowly.

The door is now completely open and the man can easily see who or what is behind his apartment door.

The man’s mouth is widely open. He want to scream but nothing can come out from his mouth. His eyes shows that he is completely surprised and afraid. He want to close his apartment door and ran back to his sofa so he can continue smoking his joint and forget about this incidence for the rest of his life, but he felt that his feet is nailed to the floor. He never felt this afraid before. What is standing in front of him is something that he never seen before.

Alien.

Yes, that is what standing in front of him right now.

But no, it’s not an alien.

The alien takes off his mask and shows the man his child face. It is a way to explain the man that the alien face is just a mask. Conversely, he is just a child that want to find someone different and unique that can take a good care of him. Strangely, the man still looks afraid. Very afraid. Then, the child cried.

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A burning sound has indicated that the man’s joint has burn away. An occurence that also indicates that his extravagance has been stolen.

Written by Reno Nismara

July 6, 2009 at 6:25 am

Posted in Short Story

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7 Responses

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  1. so do you smoke joint too?
    have you ever tasted hash brownie?
    you’re good at writing mannn🙂

    Lidwina Grata

    July 6, 2009 at 12:11 pm

  2. whoa. explicit comment there, mate. careful. haha. thanks for the review! haha.

    indomiejunkie

    July 6, 2009 at 2:34 pm

  3. yeah man you’re good at writing!
    biarpun gw ga ngerti inti ceritanya haha
    tapi cara lu menulis membuat ingin membaca sampai akhir
    kalo lu mau bikin novel gua pasti beli ren

    sowhysosad

    July 6, 2009 at 4:53 pm

  4. itu cuma krn kita tmn ndo. coba bukan tmn, mana mau elo bli novel gw. haha.

    indomiejunkie

    July 6, 2009 at 6:25 pm

  5. i’ll take that as a ‘yes’ answer. keep doing it man (i mean the writing haha)

    Lidwina Grata

    July 6, 2009 at 9:13 pm

  6. i like the indonesian version better man, why’s that i can’t express clearly. maybe because it doesn’t brag too much about the man’s hedonism, and as a change there’s more to explore from the child’s point of view, and the way the philosophy’s delivered is also more disturbing. i’m not sure though

    shadowsinthewall

    July 8, 2009 at 5:13 am

  7. iye, kenapa lo bikin dua versi si no. jangan terlalu flexible gitu deh. he.

    PHTSMGR

    July 16, 2009 at 1:48 am


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