Durex is exploring the six known dimensions, including the black holes of universe, where dreams falter and even hope fails. I said, six as I included the dimension of Manhood between the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat behind black rimmed glasses and the brow of a blue whale pointing the finger of God at you. That much traveled dimension has been rumored to host incredible species of indigenous oddities, like black snakes of Alabama, or white escargots de Bourgogne. Durex has sent the Enterprise investigating that dimension, with Captain Kirk on the verge of apoplectic implosion, and the black radio girl, already crying out:

— Captain Kirk, Captain Kirk!!!
— Yes?
— Captain! It is horrible! Nothing is going on!

Yes, how terrible, so much science, courage, money invested in a journey beyond space and time in a dimension where navigators are known to disappear for thousands of years. Some vessels are crushed between giant mammary glands. Other reports have stated giant pillars.

With horror stories of the like, Durex has sent the best scientists Earth could muster. There is the moronic American with a video camera at hand, ready to shoot. The French is wondering if the food will be good while the German has already packed for a sex tour in Thailand. The Italian is joking, but nervously fingering his crucifix. The Russian is the one singing Partisan songs, ready to take on those Fascists of the Sixth Dimension.

And as the vessel is going ever deeper and exploring ever further, there is that nexus of all things, called with dread the Nabokov pubic triangle, with two suns giving light to a strange cosmic anomaly, explorers have called the gravity well of two Slavic eyes.

The Nabokov Complex

And here is displayed the final drama of all erotic psyche. A Lolita considering that Mound Builders were like those who painfully built the Babel tower.  Always higher, and yet always farther from reaching Heaven, a proof of the futility of Man when it comes to imagining the true Mystery of what is going on in the mind of a Lolita.

To the whole crew of the Enterprise only remains the AntiMatter charge as last weapon. The Durex Condom. Name it, use it, and you are back from sixth dimension, with shaking hands, racing heart, and a big problem at hand. How to use it.

Written after crawling out of bed, before taking on another day in the happy shade of my trees.

Frederic W. Erk