The Epic Truth of Rubber & Glue

There should be an awesome story about rubber and glue. Like a tale of how sticky glue is and repellent rubber and maybe one day they go to the beach. It would be an allegory to the saying; "I'm rubber and your glue..." Rubber and Glue would imagine the other, for it is known by all that neither Rubber nor Glue speak, cry or quips or talks shit at all about anything except perhaps to themselves, so they will imagine. And for all syntax their actions could be carried out by other non mentioned forces but written in such an illusionary way as if the pair was individually mobile with the ability of voluntarily guided movement. So therefore, during the turning moment in the story, while they are at the beach doing summersaults and building a sand castle, checking out each other’s packages and touching one another inappropriately in the shower -it is implied this story is pure imagination, a grim fairy tale if you will.

They might surf over to the coconut island and catch a smoothie from the fruit man in the wooden shed. But really that is preposterous. By the end you are harrowed from the final moments because you will have invested the special time to finally read up on the truth behind the rubber and glue. The author would convince you Glue was going to get it when Glue went rolling around in the sand making him into a pebble monster and the sun got hot and he lay out. Or Rubber -nearly lost his smoothie during the long swim or you thought he would puke overboard or drown. There are such many great adventures these two could get into that it would be sad to see one slip out into the ocean, diffuse and not return and the other to never really die but suffer a different fate nearly every moment of the story.

You see glue could be portrayed like a shape-shifting blob character in the sand who can morph or cover shells and make peel off stuff or whatever, it could be a comic strip and Rubber would be played by every dirty condom on the beach. Eventually it might come around; “I'm Rubber, your Glue. I get used to fuck people and you keep things together. Damn, I'm going to go hang out in the parking lot, dry up and crack into pieces. And this whole time you thought I was a rubber band.”