The Amazon Adventure

“Penis! ”
Shouting this Pogo jumped out of the wood. Twiggy walked behind, some white liquid smeared over his mouth. Marilyn turned to them and started bitching at both but - suddenly it was silent.
Twiggy raised an eyebrow and continued chewing slowly. He lifted a fruit resembled a cactus and bit off unimpressed. Its lacteal juice ran down his chin what looked rather disgusting.
“What cha lookin'?! I'm just hungry!”
Ginger uttered a brief laugh and plopped on his butt right into the parings.
“Yes... hungry...!”
Marilyn squinted grumpy at Ginger, then at Pogo and Twiggs.
“It seems everyone is going to be gay here... it's not funny being around ass fuckers and dick suckers, especially unconscious.”
The dreadlocked man sucked some fruit juice from his lips and fingers in a pretty awkward way. He blinked naively.
“Marulyn, I'm sorry for you that you apparently forgot both of us spent a lot of time... together.”
Suddenly a huge smirk appeared on his face. “Even on stage!”
His counterpart looked stupid and a bit contrite but he didn't allow himself to be deterred.
“In those days I did too many drugs and alcohol...” , he muffled and crossed his arms.
“Nevertheless, guys... we have to go on. It's a damned place... now Skold disappeared, too... I feel that the crushed plane can't be far away from here, maybe he's waiting for us right there.”
Ginger shook his head incredulous.
“Tell us another, Manson. First of all John and now Skold... he'd rather come back because he only wanted to pee...”
“Stop complaining like a pussy and stand up!”
Although he pouted hard Ginger obeyed Marilyn.
So the left men went on silently, passing trees and scrubs kind of blunted. Since they crashed into the jungle they hadn't seen anything else. Green was predominant in every sense.

After half an hour Ginger slumped down wailing. The small caravan stopped immediately.
Marilyn approached his drummer and nudged him with his damaged toe-cap.
“Hey, what's going on?”
“Goooood...” , sobbed Ginger, “At first John and now Tim... - but John! We'll never get out of here and I bet everyone of us will be dead soon... Oh my god, I wanna die now!...”
Marilyn rolled his eyes and turned clueless to Pogo and Twiggy.
The bassist shrugged. Pogo sighed and joined them.
“Dude, I bet... they'll come back. Especially John – definitely!”
Ginger sniffed back his snot noisy and wiped away his tears. Actually he looked seedy – not only because of his wild beard and felted hair.
“Dunno, there's no point in that anymore. This is a terrible place and it's also terrible to die just here! We've no choice anymore... If I had known I'd see John the last time... And my family of course... and my dog... and my drums...”
Pogo smirked and patted his back encouraging.
“And I bet you want for his penis, too... hehe.”
In no time Gingers face grew indignant.
“YOU miss his penis, douche bag!”
“Uhmmm... nnno, just miss Tim's sweet ass a lil bit but...”
“I HATE YOU, POGO!” , Twiggy yelled, turned around abruptly and tramped away mortally offended.
“Woo woo woo, bitches!... Shut the fuck up, remember what I said!...”
A sudden panic appeared in Marilyn's eyes and he looked around as if a gaggle of bush men would pop out from the jungle and kidnap him directly.
Pogo of course didn't listen, he followed Twiggy by now to allay his anger but his words didn't work as planned.
“Come on, Twiggy! Let's compromise on that... probably a threesome? I like his ass, you like his dick – et voilà!”
“YOU DROP THE BALL, BASTARD!”
“But... I thought you're only fuck buddies!...”
While Marilyn teared his hair and bared his teeth Ginger dropped his face in the dirt whining.

They had problems to move on, at last Marilyn managed it. Indeed he had to persuade his drummer hard but the most difficult matter was to bang Pogo's and Twiggy's heads together.
In the end he was right because after a short time the group hit on something unusual.
“A piece of metal!”
“Ssshhh! Gosh darn it! SSSHHH! - Wait, what??”
“Look!”
Twiggy hove a huge sooty metal fragment. Now everyone gazed at it and held his breath.
“Dude, we're saved!”
Suddenly they danced around Twiggy and the metal fragment, hugged one another giddy with pleasure.

***
Dear diary,
our days of misery are numbered! Finally!! We actually hit upon the fucking yet!!!!!!
All of a sudden I tripped over a fragment of the plane and – you can't imagine how we felt. Shit... I'm so relieved.
Now we're hanging out by the crushed plane and try to find a phone or something like that.
For a wonder our yet is in a good condition! I've found a few of my clothes <3 Aww...
More later!
Kisses & hugs,
Twiggz

***

“Hey dready-doll, come here and help instead doing girlish things!”
“Since when playing with my dick is girlish??”
Twiggy scrambled over begrudgingly and tweaked his gown. Frowning he looked on what Marilyn did. He tried to open the door to the cockpit but it was bent.
“Ffffuck... I'm pretty close!...”
Shrugging Twiggy climbed the damaged yet and kicked merely twice at the front shield until it burst asunder.
“Here you go! Have fun with the pilot corpse inside.”
With a big grin on his face he waved to Marilyn and jumped down.
“I'll see where my things are... So long!”

Marilyn pouted and cried for Pogo immediately.
A few seconds nothing happened.
Then there was a rustling in a tree and a yelp resounds.
Hanging on a liane Pogo swooshed down, stopping right in front of the shocked singer.
“Here I am! What's up?”
“I... I should not ask what you did on this tree.. uhm... Pogo, you're an expert: Do me a favor and crawl into the cockpit. Anywhere should be the fucking phone.”
“Okay.”
During Pogo obeyed Marilyn looked around nervously and squatted down.
For minutes nothing happened but then:
“Eeeeeeeeek!”
Marilyn jumped up.
“What? Do you have it??”
“Ugh! Why nobody told me that's a corpse inside?? Disgusting!”
“Oh, come on.”
They were interrupted by Ginger who jumped on the plane and lifted a high-hat with sparkling eyes.
“A miracle! This plane is a treasure chest!”
Marilyn rolled his eyes in annoyance.
“Go and look if there's some food among the luggage. Make yourself useful, Fish!”
Pogo crawled out and held his nose. He looked pale.
“Ugh, I can't eat the next time... it stinks like hell!”
Actually a bunch of flies buzzed around the whole cockpit now and a sickening smell spread.
“Where is the phone, dick head?”
“Fuck you, Marilyn. Go in there yourself and search for it!”
So Marilyn watched his keyboardist walking away. He really felt hard done-by.