My son, it is time i tell you the story of your heritage so you might repeat it to me, should we meet again.
2,358 years ago, there was a great storm. The god of man was angry.
The city states of carthage had abused its devine mandate and rome was begining as a result of rape and gluttony. God decreed that should human civilization be the result of war, a new type of angel would be created to monitor and reward the heroes who were strong and brave enough, to end those wars.
As a man stretches his fingers, so did god and these were covered with feathers to become our wings. Arms were created to carry heroes to the heavens and our legs and feet were created to set them down.
The valkery was supposed to be a thing of beauty but in those troubled times many had thier own concept of righteousness. Just as many followed god's example of the good man, i and a few of my breathren refused to carry those who were ruthless in His name.
For this, he condemned us to be reborn forever as humans. We were to live a good life and to die again and again, never to remember that we had begun as angels.
We were thrown aside by god as reborn human entities, again and again.
Through a soothsayers tongue i have found out my true identity as of Friday, but he is dead and so too, soon shall i be. May you grow to love the angels and your god and never forget that he can also be cruel. Meet your challenges and do what is necessary for god favors the bold over the heart-full and mindful. Meet your challenges and you shall be carried on wings like mine that were once real and golden.
If you will not listen to a god, this is your father's command. Obey me, my son, do not fear, and show no mercy for your god and your father command it.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
The long walk home of 2005
Several years ago, in my college days, or at least my 4 year college days, I used to live across town from my friend Allen Murphy. Often times, I'd stay late into the night and into the witching hour of 3:00 AM - 4:00 AM.
This may need some explanation: Murphy and I called this the witching hour because the town literally quiets and dies at this time. The people, the police and even little scampering animals, disappear from the streets and all you can hear is the wispy noise of a November wind and the deafening roar of a street lamp or 2 lining the streets.
It was on one of these nights that I happened to have stayed past this golden hour at Murphy's and was facing the decision to walk home through the town or stay at his house and get more intoxicated off various substances.
In the end, I decided to walk home because I was already in an altered state of consciousness from my abuses earlier and the guttural knife like feeling came in my gut for sex; my, then girlfriend, happened to be across town.
On my way back, I had made it past most of the darkened streets and onto one of the main roads that was empty when I stopped suddenly to notice Goosebumps developing on my skin, which was awkward granted that I thought I was too drunk to be scared.
The football field bleachers rose high above me on the other side of a large brick wall. It reminded me of the skyscrapers in Chelsea New York City on a similar night. The wind blew through the football field wall, and the buildings across from it, which included a Sub shop, a veterinarian’s office, and a tall bank building on the corner. I believe it was a Summit bank.
I could feel the silence besides the gentle wind and the deafening roar of electricity from the only street lamp on this street.
I looked down the road and denied the vision I had: A tuft of hair stuck out from behind a hydrangea bush and I heard weeping on the other side of it.
"Hey!" I called out.
There was no answer.
"Helooo! Are you alright?" I said.
In my altered state of mind, I hadn't noticed that this hair was more than back hair of a hairy person and was hit by a large grey mass that had teeth and fearsome canine eyes but moved so quickly, it was an indistinct blur of fur.
I struggled with the night monster for 20 minutes before I noticed a car's headlights coming down the street.
My distraction gave the thing a window to bite me hard on the arm as I threw it off but before the car was even to the point where I had fallen, the creature was gone.
My clothes were slightly ruffled but no worse than if I had gotten caught on the wire fence that stemmed off the large brick walled bleachers and the car drove by slowly enough that I could see the comfortable people in it.
They laughed at me through dirty smoke stained windows with an obvious drunk going as well and then disappeared up the street as well.
I remember noticing very quickly that my drunk and intoxicated state had left me very suddenly and the bite mark had also healed instantaneously, leaving no scar but all my wounds before the creature bit me seemed to remain.
I made it home that night quicker than usual and noticed my senses had gotten more acute in the darkness as well.
It wouldn't be until the next full moon till I realized the significance of it all, but that's a story for those who wish to know it. This was the beginning.
This may need some explanation: Murphy and I called this the witching hour because the town literally quiets and dies at this time. The people, the police and even little scampering animals, disappear from the streets and all you can hear is the wispy noise of a November wind and the deafening roar of a street lamp or 2 lining the streets.
It was on one of these nights that I happened to have stayed past this golden hour at Murphy's and was facing the decision to walk home through the town or stay at his house and get more intoxicated off various substances.
In the end, I decided to walk home because I was already in an altered state of consciousness from my abuses earlier and the guttural knife like feeling came in my gut for sex; my, then girlfriend, happened to be across town.
On my way back, I had made it past most of the darkened streets and onto one of the main roads that was empty when I stopped suddenly to notice Goosebumps developing on my skin, which was awkward granted that I thought I was too drunk to be scared.
The football field bleachers rose high above me on the other side of a large brick wall. It reminded me of the skyscrapers in Chelsea New York City on a similar night. The wind blew through the football field wall, and the buildings across from it, which included a Sub shop, a veterinarian’s office, and a tall bank building on the corner. I believe it was a Summit bank.
I could feel the silence besides the gentle wind and the deafening roar of electricity from the only street lamp on this street.
I looked down the road and denied the vision I had: A tuft of hair stuck out from behind a hydrangea bush and I heard weeping on the other side of it.
"Hey!" I called out.
There was no answer.
"Helooo! Are you alright?" I said.
In my altered state of mind, I hadn't noticed that this hair was more than back hair of a hairy person and was hit by a large grey mass that had teeth and fearsome canine eyes but moved so quickly, it was an indistinct blur of fur.
I struggled with the night monster for 20 minutes before I noticed a car's headlights coming down the street.
My distraction gave the thing a window to bite me hard on the arm as I threw it off but before the car was even to the point where I had fallen, the creature was gone.
My clothes were slightly ruffled but no worse than if I had gotten caught on the wire fence that stemmed off the large brick walled bleachers and the car drove by slowly enough that I could see the comfortable people in it.
They laughed at me through dirty smoke stained windows with an obvious drunk going as well and then disappeared up the street as well.
I remember noticing very quickly that my drunk and intoxicated state had left me very suddenly and the bite mark had also healed instantaneously, leaving no scar but all my wounds before the creature bit me seemed to remain.
I made it home that night quicker than usual and noticed my senses had gotten more acute in the darkness as well.
It wouldn't be until the next full moon till I realized the significance of it all, but that's a story for those who wish to know it. This was the beginning.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
RETRIBUTION
The house was dark and the porche that sat in the driveway watched me with muted eyes. Oh how it would talk if there were a key in the ignition. The amount of security on the house had already been taken care of by our friends at the power company so the door came open with a small, "pick, screw, turn."
As i went into his room, i saw his bulbous stomach rising and falling with the no doubt full meal many of our own had never seen. I hadn't made a noise that he noticed.
This was good.
In the shadowy corner of the room i snapped together the poison tipped spear. Looking at him, my rage built and i rammed the tip of it down through his liver, pinning him to the bed.
Awake now and coughing up blood, he managed to gurgle out the words, "who?" and "why?" I waited for the poison to circulate and then i spoke up, "we are the legion of workers that work for your company for less than equitable wages. You have done nothing but lower starting pay over the last year and while we starve, you have a lovely home that we worked for. You have forgotten The most basic tennant of being human: sharing. I am the devil in you. We are your jury. We have judged you unworthy of life and come to drag you back to hell."
As the old man died, relief came in my soul because justice was finally served and I was ok that it had come cold.
As i went into his room, i saw his bulbous stomach rising and falling with the no doubt full meal many of our own had never seen. I hadn't made a noise that he noticed.
This was good.
In the shadowy corner of the room i snapped together the poison tipped spear. Looking at him, my rage built and i rammed the tip of it down through his liver, pinning him to the bed.
Awake now and coughing up blood, he managed to gurgle out the words, "who?" and "why?" I waited for the poison to circulate and then i spoke up, "we are the legion of workers that work for your company for less than equitable wages. You have done nothing but lower starting pay over the last year and while we starve, you have a lovely home that we worked for. You have forgotten The most basic tennant of being human: sharing. I am the devil in you. We are your jury. We have judged you unworthy of life and come to drag you back to hell."
As the old man died, relief came in my soul because justice was finally served and I was ok that it had come cold.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
The Pissing wall
It was a cold day in tokyo which was rare for summer time. The smell of stale urine reaked from the near by bathroom of ropongi and a happy drunk lay by it in pride.
I lit a cigarette and evaluated the situation. The bar was ten blocks away and in that ten blocks, there hadn't been a single suitable place to empty my kidneys. As the world started to go sideways and dark, i remembered ruffeeing myself before the sex i'd just had in an alleyway. I was an addict and sex was sex as long as you could block out the memory of what she looked like.
Times were getting desperate and i was about to piss myself if i didn't find a pot soon. I ran towards the wall, because that few steps towards the golden porceline throne seemed like an eternity, and unzipped.
As i began to feel the relief at last, i heard a japanese voice say, "what the fuck, you asshole?" and realized i had pissed into his face.
"Hope you enjoyed the shower," I said and left the pissing wall for good.
I lit a cigarette and evaluated the situation. The bar was ten blocks away and in that ten blocks, there hadn't been a single suitable place to empty my kidneys. As the world started to go sideways and dark, i remembered ruffeeing myself before the sex i'd just had in an alleyway. I was an addict and sex was sex as long as you could block out the memory of what she looked like.
Times were getting desperate and i was about to piss myself if i didn't find a pot soon. I ran towards the wall, because that few steps towards the golden porceline throne seemed like an eternity, and unzipped.
As i began to feel the relief at last, i heard a japanese voice say, "what the fuck, you asshole?" and realized i had pissed into his face.
"Hope you enjoyed the shower," I said and left the pissing wall for good.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
The Hunt
The jungle of my dreams was rancid and eternal.
From somewhere in the distance I could hear howler monkeys; Not because there were any in my jungle but because that's the way jungles were percieved in my mind.
I crept through tall grass and overhanging trees meeting no life besides the plants and the muck that sucked my feet deeper into the false reality.
Without warning, a twig snapped and I saw the tiger with one eye yellow and one eye blue.
She looked at me and i looked back recognizing these eyes like an old friend.
Although i was hidden in a bush, when she looked at me, the whole world turned to black, except for 2 illuminated forms, as we were alone and together at the same time.
"I love you," i said, realizing who she was, and i strung my bow.
From somewhere in the distance I could hear howler monkeys; Not because there were any in my jungle but because that's the way jungles were percieved in my mind.
I crept through tall grass and overhanging trees meeting no life besides the plants and the muck that sucked my feet deeper into the false reality.
Without warning, a twig snapped and I saw the tiger with one eye yellow and one eye blue.
She looked at me and i looked back recognizing these eyes like an old friend.
Although i was hidden in a bush, when she looked at me, the whole world turned to black, except for 2 illuminated forms, as we were alone and together at the same time.
"I love you," i said, realizing who she was, and i strung my bow.
Achoo!
"a... Aaa..."
The walls began to shake and a tall, gaunt man began to sniffle at the end of one of the few wings of the Dharma Home for The Telekinetically Challenged.
The green soot covered wall paper began to peel and fly around the room. A vicious tornado began to form and object seemed to move violently around and around of their own free will.
"AAA..."
He looked over at the desk, sniffled and screamed, "i wish this room damn room wasn't so damn dusty" through a large metal door and sniffles in between.
"AAAAAAA..."
The man jerked his head down as if trying to keep himself from sneezing and a desk crushed into the concrete floor as pieces of wood leaped into the air and joined the swirling mess of wall paper and a few lamps; all of the mess, in pieces, and still violently circling, in the air.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..."
The moment before it exploded, the ward was exceptionally quiet, then for the average person the last thing that they might have heard was "CHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
From a distance, he swore he could hear the other patients (those who had learned to control their innate telekinetic minds, no doubt) floating gently back to the hospital as the hospital warden sat in front of him, at a desk, writing, and surrounded by a few telekinetic nurses blocking debris.
He looked up for a moment and then back down.
"Gesundheit... again... Mr. pepper," he said, "Here are your transfer papers. I hope you have enjoyed your stay, I cannot say the same for myself or my thrice destroyed hospital."
The walls began to shake and a tall, gaunt man began to sniffle at the end of one of the few wings of the Dharma Home for The Telekinetically Challenged.
The green soot covered wall paper began to peel and fly around the room. A vicious tornado began to form and object seemed to move violently around and around of their own free will.
"AAA..."
He looked over at the desk, sniffled and screamed, "i wish this room damn room wasn't so damn dusty" through a large metal door and sniffles in between.
"AAAAAAA..."
The man jerked his head down as if trying to keep himself from sneezing and a desk crushed into the concrete floor as pieces of wood leaped into the air and joined the swirling mess of wall paper and a few lamps; all of the mess, in pieces, and still violently circling, in the air.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..."
The moment before it exploded, the ward was exceptionally quiet, then for the average person the last thing that they might have heard was "CHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
From a distance, he swore he could hear the other patients (those who had learned to control their innate telekinetic minds, no doubt) floating gently back to the hospital as the hospital warden sat in front of him, at a desk, writing, and surrounded by a few telekinetic nurses blocking debris.
He looked up for a moment and then back down.
"Gesundheit... again... Mr. pepper," he said, "Here are your transfer papers. I hope you have enjoyed your stay, I cannot say the same for myself or my thrice destroyed hospital."
It's a marvelous night for a moon dance
The breeze blew in from the great atlantic and the boardwalk was dead like an apocalyptic street.
He heard, from a distance, its coming.
When it got there, he was hardly surprised.
"You do have to cause a show, don't you fvamilla?" He said.
"And what host would bring her syre to an empty beach without at least a brief display of the talents he bestowed?" she said.
"You filthy bitch," He replied obstinately.
The moon glowed full behind the clouds and the stars also hid behind the gaseous giants.
"I'm helpless. The moon isn't out. Let's just get this over with, shall we?" he said.
"You? Powerless? Why you're only at half power you dirty dirty beast! Now give me what i want!"
She lunged at him, throwing him off the boardwalk and into the sand, their bodies becoming a ball of sand and then, of fur and sand; their ragged clothes becoming a tattered mess. When finally, two naked human-looking creatures walked through the surf, he said, "i really hate having sex."
"you're probably the only one," she said.
"not of our kind," He objected coyly.
"Have you met others?" she teased.
"No but..."
Just then, a police officer, on late night patrol (no doubt), spotted the couple. Being that they were naked, on the beach after hours, and alone; this policeman must have thought to himself he would be hailed a hero for the indecency he was about to halt in its evil tracks.
"As much as i hate this late night rousing, it does make me terribly hungry, You?" He smiled.
"I could eat," she laughed.
In a motion to quick for the human eye, and resembling a trail of black smoke all three disappeared.
The breeze blew in from the great atlantic and the boardwalk was dead like an apocalyptic street.
He heard, from a distance, its coming.
When it got there, he was hardly surprised.
"You do have to cause a show, don't you fvamilla?" He said.
"And what host would bring her syre to an empty beach without at least a brief display of the talents he bestowed?" she said.
"You filthy bitch," He replied obstinately.
The moon glowed full behind the clouds and the stars also hid behind the gaseous giants.
"I'm helpless. The moon isn't out. Let's just get this over with, shall we?" he said.
"You? Powerless? Why you're only at half power you dirty dirty beast! Now give me what i want!"
She lunged at him, throwing him off the boardwalk and into the sand, their bodies becoming a ball of sand and then, of fur and sand; their ragged clothes becoming a tattered mess. When finally, two naked human-looking creatures walked through the surf, he said, "i really hate having sex."
"you're probably the only one," she said.
"not of our kind," He objected coyly.
"Have you met others?" she teased.
"No but..."
Just then, a police officer, on late night patrol (no doubt), spotted the couple. Being that they were naked, on the beach after hours, and alone; this policeman must have thought to himself he would be hailed a hero for the indecency he was about to halt in its evil tracks.
"As much as i hate this late night rousing, it does make me terribly hungry, You?" He smiled.
"I could eat," she laughed.
In a motion to quick for the human eye, and resembling a trail of black smoke all three disappeared.
The breeze blew in from the great atlantic and the boardwalk was dead like an apocalyptic street.
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