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A.P.V.I. - A STRANGE STORY, PART II
A.P.V.I. - A STRANGE STORY, PART II
I had finally found them. An organization that seemed to have
sprang out of nowhere sometime in the early nineteen-fifties.
The academics and other skeptics were dead wrong. A.P.V.I. was
real. The tremendous specimen still holding my hand with that
content killer grin on his face was as strong a physical evidence
for their existence as my own breathing, thinking, and moving
about was unequivocal proof of my limited and much down-sized being.
They had never espoused secrecy. They had never attempted to be
underground or take cover behind another entity. What had baffled
the academics for so long was the sheer A. P. V. I. obviousness in
its sharp contradiction to any form of reason or theoretical
self-consistency. For them, the organization could not be simply
because it did not make sense for it to be. There was no apparent
purpose or function the organization served, no social or political
manifesto, no economic benefit, no membership fees, no coherence.
How much astray can reason lead you in a world of irrationality!
- I thought. As far as I was concerned, though, their most intriguing
feature, if one could call it so, was that membership was not
voluntary and not even necessarily known by the members. Years of
reading all available literature, most of which painstakingly compiled
by Panos K., endless hours in dusty library vaults and barely known
web-sites, exhausting searches in fitness centers, unwelcome
inquiries at baseball games that seemed to have no end, all had led
me to the conclusion that the organization had grown to include
millions of members most of whom knew nothing about belonging to it.
What connected them together? What was actually happening?
Where would or could this lead? The mountain of muscle in front
of me, consciously or subconsciously, must hold the answers to my
questions, at least to some of them.
"I'm an independent researcher and would like to know more about
your society", I said in a voice harsh from running and cold,
my overcoat dripping on the meticulously stretched carpet. "It's
not official or anything like that; just simple journalistic
curiosity. And a little personal interest too, I might add." At
this he examined me head to toes, his grin permanently affixed on
his cheeks that seemed to protrude further out than his ears, his
thick, short neck barely carved out of his chin. It was obvious
to him, I was not a member, not even an involuntary one.
As he stood up to greet me, he had moved to the side of the desk
revealing to me, for the first time, a polished metal plate,
displayed low on the wall behind the desk, engraved with his
name: "ROBERT J. VAN KERCHOFF, REGIONAL VICE DIRECTOR, A.P.W.I".
Strange, I thought, why was there a "W" instead of a "V"? A simple
spelling error? That was to be expected, perhaps, but in all those
volumes of perfection how could they have overlooked something so
obvious? He caught my glance. "Oh, that?", he asked almost laughing.
"We spell it with a 'W' to emphasize volume". I realized I had
much to learn. Why did he not have a regular name plate on his
desk? Was there an actual shade of thinking under the weight of
overpowering physicality? - Some rationale connecting the apparently
mismatched pieces of the puzzle?
TO BE CONTINUED.... (JUST FOR LAUGHS)
Copyright 2005 by interested13563
10/22/2005 6:03 pm
Blown out of the water.
Take care. Keep On Blogging!!!! Have a great day.
♫ Cajun Pet ♪
10/23/2005 8:11 am
10/24/2005 5:10 am
How does one recognize the symptoms? I fear I might have been enrolled to the association against my will. |
10/25/2005 11:21 am
Priap! You are far too knowledgable to qualify!!!!|
10/25/2005 4:26 pm
Asianlady: A.P.V.I. stands for "Animal Power Voluminous Ignorance".|
Good to hear from you!!!!
10/30/2005 2:46 pm
Waggy could not possibly be a member. |
There are only men in this society -
very chauvinistic!!!! But would any
sane woman want to belong to it? I
seriously doubt that!