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If you drove by and saw an enemy lying on the ground with a heart attack, would you call 911? --- Jon M.
Huh.
How much do you value life?
“The hearse will carry their bodies away from the moon.”
Katheena was freaking Joey the fuck out. Poor Little Lion Man. The hostibal was not close enough for him, but it never really is when you need their Emergency Entrance, is it?
Sean charged at me and I dodged to the right. He had been mostly dead all day. He slid on the fiery black bear rug, and he fell to the floor as the front door shook. Someone was shooting at it.
I ran to the window on the opposite wall away from the door. I panicked. I looked around for something to smash the window. There was nothing.
Except for one thing. There was a silk smoking jacket hanging on the wall near the window. Glinty had dug out his smoking wares from it.
I lifted it up off the nail upon which it hung, and wrapped my hand in it.
I went back to the tiny window, and I smashed that fucker open.
I squeezed through it, cutting my arms all up, and felt someone grab my left boot before I could slice all the way out.
I kicked my other boot around and hit him in the chest. Then I was free. I fell to the dust and rolled. Black smoke that smelled like burnt hair billowed out of the window as I crawled along the rear of the moon cabin, and I reached the gable end.
A large, black horse was backing up from the blaze against the carriage hearse behind him. Even the blue flame of his mane was trying to escape the fire. It looked like wind.
Sean screamed from inside the moon cabin.
I had left them angry bastards to duke it out.
I was yellow.
I was a bastard, too, but in the worst way..
I had bailed on Sean. He couldn’t fit through that window.
I had kicked him away in my panic.
I would never find out from him who had grabbed my boot.
I
I
I
Me
Me
Me
All about me.
Fuck.
+ + + + + + +
Tellesco was covered in desert mud. He felt invisible. He felt invincible. He felt rage.
He stood, facing that long, black vehicle as it wandered in reverse, backing towards them lights coming closer.
The rain washed him clean, and he was baptized in the desert.
He gritted his teeth.
He charged at that long, black hearse.
+ + + + + + +
“He burning in the fire.” Katheena coughed and her eyes opened. She sat up, and she screamed.
Joey stomped on the brakes and the car slid along the old, crumbly tar in the black hole of the desert night.
He about wet his pants.
Inside the moon cabin, things were being smashed apart. Two assholes, angry at each everything, were fighting. One was my friend, and one had been my savior, twice.
I didn’t know which one I would choose to win that fight on the moon.
Is it the debt that you owe to one that matters more, or is it the bond that you share with the other, no matter how shitty you treat each other?
I snuck across the surface of the moon and reached the back side of the black carriage.
The horse in front of it was pushing the carriage back in the dust, even though the wheel brakes were locked.
Mayhem feared fire. I didn’t know it at the time, but he had perished in a stable fire long ago.
I crept up beside the trembly beast and just before I wrapped the silk smoking jacket over his head, over his eyes, I saw that they were wide open, and they were rolling wildly.
I tied the smoking jacket in a knot under his neck as I shushed him and stroked his side. He calmed down like a hunting falcon does when you place a hood over his eyes.
He recognized my scent, even though I had the stench of fear and smoke all over me.
And that was when Sean came running out of the moon cabin inferno with his head on fire.
+ + + + + + +
Tellesco charged at the creeping hearse in the downpour, waving his arms over his head. As Richard Pryor once said, “Angry, naked, white men will clear a room.” Or something like that.
No One ran to the driver’s side door and saw the spray-painted circle A on the side of it. He stopped.
What The Fuck?
He stepped closer, ready to fight the angry clown baby he expected to come charging out of that fucking hearse, but there was nothing.
He wrenched the door open and put his dukes up.
The front seat was empty.
The fat punk rocker with the purple spikes on his head had flown the coop.
He climbed in and pressed the brake petal down along with the clutch, and he stopped that huge black bitch.
He heard someone moan behind the front seat, and he got the willies.
A dead body in the rear of a hearse that might be waking up?
His naked skin crawled.
He looked over his shoulder even though he was afraid of what he might see.
He might meet his doom from a zombie?
There were two bodies back there.
One was mine, and one was Sean, his beloved.
He didn’t know whether to cry, scream, or pray, so he laughed instead.
When you are at your wits’ end, you may laugh at the horror of it all.
Sometimes, that is simply what your brain does to cope. No harsh on you when you laugh at atrocity. It’s human nature. That’s all.
= = = = = = =
“Sean! Over here!”
He stumbled and fell, and he clawed at his fiery scalp, and he pulled them burning bandages off. He rolled around in his panic, and I yelled at him again.
I couldn’t take my hands off the reigns to the giant black horse. I could not let Mayhem go run off.
“Sean! Over here! Let’s get the fuck out of here!”
He checked himself, and he stopped panicking.
He did it all himself. He could turn on a dime, if you recall.
He walked over to where I was holding them reigns, and he was crying. “I almost died!”
Yeah, who hadn't?
But something about him had changed...
From inside the burning moon cabin, someone shrieked.
"NO! You done it all wrong! Why did you do thith?! You done took the hard way!"
No One saw Glinty ever again.
Poor bastard.
We would drive this black hearse with the mighty black steed to them moon caves (I wondered what was inside of them?) because I had an idea.
Maybe they were portals.
The caves of the moon above us are portals?
Entrance and exits; find yourself in a new place.
One day soon, I would offer that silk smoking jacket to Joey as appreciation for saving Katheena’s life,
and the Little Lion Man would dance while he wore it.
He would dance like he was on the surface of the moon.
He would get them ladies wet as he always had with his dancing, on them picnic tables in the crisp, bright sunlight shining down from overhead on the interior quad of the lovely MacLane High School, in Fresno, California.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again.
I wish I could dance like that.
Someday, perhaps I will.
Huh.
If I try,
well,
God Help You.
God Help Us All.
---willies out.
THE END.
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I publish these tales here on this site every weekend as mental escape. Enjoy them, but do not steal them. If you do, I will come to your window while you are sleeping, my friend.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
179 Moon Escape
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Bird’s Lament. Louis Hardin
The adrenaline from almost suffocating had woken me the fuck up. I barred the door to the old cowboy’s cabin and ran to the table upon where my buddy Sean lied. He was lying there with his smashed head all bandaged up over a poultice, which is French for: “a bag of herbal medicine for a fucked up head, yo.”
The door to the cabin shook with a loud bang. The old bastard was mad because I’d just done the Swan Kick on his bony ass in front of his horse, and his horse had laughed at him.
Never let someone make fun of you in front of your horse. He will laugh and lose all respect for you. You’ll be riding under low tree branches, next thing you know.
Time to get the fuck out.
I shook Sean and he did not respond.
The door banged again, and then I heard the old bastard ghost say, “I’m gonna huff, and I’m gonna puff.”
I slapped Sean’s face, but he didn’t give a damn.
Glinty the old bastard went around to the other window by the door. He looked in, and his eyes were full of the fire from brimstone, which is a biblical reference to sulfur. Sulfur is a component of gunpowder, and this old fucker had gunpowder for blood in his veins. If you cut him, a cloud of dust would spray out. If you lit that up, he would shoot you with his teeth.
He said, “I’m gonna blow thith place up!”
Dude had no teeth.
I leaned down close to Sean’s bloody head and got right up close to his ear.
“Sean! TIME TO WAKE THE FUCK UP!”
Sean’s eyes fluttered opened, and I could have cried. In fact, I felt a single tear creep down my cheek, like that Indian in the old anti-pollution ad.
I kid you.
Sean looked up at me and he said, “Willie Boy, why you all dusty? You look like you been to the moon and back.” Then his eyes drifted off inside his lids again.
Fuck.
+ + + + + + +
Joey got to the first intersection that had a traffic light over it, and that was a good thing.
Lighted traffic signals are indications of active civilization. Old, rusty stop signs simply remark upon a time in the distant past when folks were around, but those folks might not be anywhere anymore.
Stop signs do not signal anything at all. All of the folks everywhere could be gone for decades and you would not know.
This solitary traffic signal was a blinking yellow light. It did not indicate that anyone might be left on the Earth at the time, but the sudden end of all humanity was reduced from years to mere hours. Electricity takes constant up keep and maintenance, of course.
Joey looked off to the left and right as he approached the intersection in the black desert. The only rain in existence was thrumming on his roof, and blurring his headlight beams.
Nothing existed anywhere else at all, except for the yellow traffic signal up ahead, blinking in and out of the universe like a pulsar star.
He was floating in space.
“They need to take the hearse.” Katheena’s voice was sotto voce, which is an Italianish phrase that means, “Quiet the hell down so I can hear this song better.”
Joey sped through the intersection and then there was nothing at all again.
+ + + + + + +
No One was alive by the side of the road. He groaned and dug the desert mud from his eyes. Headlights loomed closer from off in the distance. He pulled the mud from his chest and tried to roll over.
He couldn’t. His legs would not move.
= = = = = = =
Glinty smashed the window open with his handgun and the oil lamp on the table in front of it fell over and smashed on the floor near the bear rug, in the classic cliche-style of an old western movie.
The smell of burnt hair filled the cabin as the rug caught fire.
I wrenched that heavy bastard Sean up from the table and his head lolled off to the other side of his wide shoulders.
He groaned.
I yelled at him. I screamed at him.
His body stiffened, but not from rigor mortis. Instead of his joints, it was his muscles that began to tense up.
He frowned. “Shut the fuck up, mom. I ain’t cleaning up his puke again.”
I punched him in the side with my free hand and he turned and growled at me. His eyes glared. “Fuck you dad!”
I let him go. He tottered backwards, but his meaty fists grabbed the tables sides and he steadied himself. He swung his legs off the table and sneered at me.
Great. Now I had two angry bastards who were after me.
But I only needed one.
+ + + + + + +
Joey sped up. Katheena had stopped making sense. She was at death’s door…
...yet again...
…he didn’t know how many times that night…
…and now it appeared that her brain must be suffering damage.
He felt tears in his eyes.
He wiped his tears off with the red spray-painted arm of his leather jacket. He and Katheena were both half red, if you recall.
She whispered, “The fat man done blowed up everything.”
Joey’s eyebrows went up. Katheena was never one to speak in such a manner. She controlled her use of diction, at every utterance. Say anything you might about her, but she enjoyed good diction.
He whispered back to her, “Why do they need the hearse?”
She smiled in the faint light refracted back from the headlights in the furious rain.
“They gonna go for a ride.”
Fuck.
Joey got the willies all over again.
+ + + + + + +
Tellesco tugged and pulled and wrenched his legs from the ton of desert muck over them until he could raise a knee. Then he raised the other one, and as he pulled his legs up, the mud made a “Sshhluck” noise.
He rolled over and staggered onto his knees.
He looked up.
The bright pair of headlights closest to him were creeping away in reverse.
That fucker was trying to kill him, and he had felt the spark of rage, that ion of a spark from years of some sort of abuse.
It was why he smashed his Jeep into the back end of the long, heavy, black car.
There was nothing left anymore, except that vehicle, and the fucker inside, who meant nothing to No One.
Nothing stood between No One and everything else.
Sean was everything to him.
He was gonna go and make that fucker pay.
He stood up and steadied himself.
He instinctively went to pull up his shorts, but they were gone.
They were in the desert muck.
He had been reborn in the desert mud, and came out of the hole naked as a new born baby.
Fuck.
God Help You.
God Help Us All.
---willies out.
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Bird’s Lament. Louis Hardin
The adrenaline from almost suffocating had woken me the fuck up. I barred the door to the old cowboy’s cabin and ran to the table upon where my buddy Sean lied. He was lying there with his smashed head all bandaged up over a poultice, which is French for: “a bag of herbal medicine for a fucked up head, yo.”
The door to the cabin shook with a loud bang. The old bastard was mad because I’d just done the Swan Kick on his bony ass in front of his horse, and his horse had laughed at him.
Never let someone make fun of you in front of your horse. He will laugh and lose all respect for you. You’ll be riding under low tree branches, next thing you know.
Time to get the fuck out.
I shook Sean and he did not respond.
The door banged again, and then I heard the old bastard ghost say, “I’m gonna huff, and I’m gonna puff.”
I slapped Sean’s face, but he didn’t give a damn.
Glinty the old bastard went around to the other window by the door. He looked in, and his eyes were full of the fire from brimstone, which is a biblical reference to sulfur. Sulfur is a component of gunpowder, and this old fucker had gunpowder for blood in his veins. If you cut him, a cloud of dust would spray out. If you lit that up, he would shoot you with his teeth.
He said, “I’m gonna blow thith place up!”
Dude had no teeth.
I leaned down close to Sean’s bloody head and got right up close to his ear.
“Sean! TIME TO WAKE THE FUCK UP!”
Sean’s eyes fluttered opened, and I could have cried. In fact, I felt a single tear creep down my cheek, like that Indian in the old anti-pollution ad.
I kid you.
Sean looked up at me and he said, “Willie Boy, why you all dusty? You look like you been to the moon and back.” Then his eyes drifted off inside his lids again.
Fuck.
+ + + + + + +
Joey got to the first intersection that had a traffic light over it, and that was a good thing.
Lighted traffic signals are indications of active civilization. Old, rusty stop signs simply remark upon a time in the distant past when folks were around, but those folks might not be anywhere anymore.
Stop signs do not signal anything at all. All of the folks everywhere could be gone for decades and you would not know.
This solitary traffic signal was a blinking yellow light. It did not indicate that anyone might be left on the Earth at the time, but the sudden end of all humanity was reduced from years to mere hours. Electricity takes constant up keep and maintenance, of course.
Joey looked off to the left and right as he approached the intersection in the black desert. The only rain in existence was thrumming on his roof, and blurring his headlight beams.
Nothing existed anywhere else at all, except for the yellow traffic signal up ahead, blinking in and out of the universe like a pulsar star.
He was floating in space.
“They need to take the hearse.” Katheena’s voice was sotto voce, which is an Italianish phrase that means, “Quiet the hell down so I can hear this song better.”
Joey sped through the intersection and then there was nothing at all again.
+ + + + + + +
No One was alive by the side of the road. He groaned and dug the desert mud from his eyes. Headlights loomed closer from off in the distance. He pulled the mud from his chest and tried to roll over.
He couldn’t. His legs would not move.
= = = = = = =
Glinty smashed the window open with his handgun and the oil lamp on the table in front of it fell over and smashed on the floor near the bear rug, in the classic cliche-style of an old western movie.
The smell of burnt hair filled the cabin as the rug caught fire.
I wrenched that heavy bastard Sean up from the table and his head lolled off to the other side of his wide shoulders.
He groaned.
I yelled at him. I screamed at him.
His body stiffened, but not from rigor mortis. Instead of his joints, it was his muscles that began to tense up.
He frowned. “Shut the fuck up, mom. I ain’t cleaning up his puke again.”
I punched him in the side with my free hand and he turned and growled at me. His eyes glared. “Fuck you dad!”
I let him go. He tottered backwards, but his meaty fists grabbed the tables sides and he steadied himself. He swung his legs off the table and sneered at me.
Great. Now I had two angry bastards who were after me.
But I only needed one.
+ + + + + + +
Joey sped up. Katheena had stopped making sense. She was at death’s door…
...yet again...
…he didn’t know how many times that night…
…and now it appeared that her brain must be suffering damage.
He felt tears in his eyes.
He wiped his tears off with the red spray-painted arm of his leather jacket. He and Katheena were both half red, if you recall.
She whispered, “The fat man done blowed up everything.”
Joey’s eyebrows went up. Katheena was never one to speak in such a manner. She controlled her use of diction, at every utterance. Say anything you might about her, but she enjoyed good diction.
He whispered back to her, “Why do they need the hearse?”
She smiled in the faint light refracted back from the headlights in the furious rain.
“They gonna go for a ride.”
Fuck.
Joey got the willies all over again.
+ + + + + + +
Tellesco tugged and pulled and wrenched his legs from the ton of desert muck over them until he could raise a knee. Then he raised the other one, and as he pulled his legs up, the mud made a “Sshhluck” noise.
He rolled over and staggered onto his knees.
He looked up.
The bright pair of headlights closest to him were creeping away in reverse.
That fucker was trying to kill him, and he had felt the spark of rage, that ion of a spark from years of some sort of abuse.
It was why he smashed his Jeep into the back end of the long, heavy, black car.
There was nothing left anymore, except that vehicle, and the fucker inside, who meant nothing to No One.
Nothing stood between No One and everything else.
Sean was everything to him.
He was gonna go and make that fucker pay.
He stood up and steadied himself.
He instinctively went to pull up his shorts, but they were gone.
They were in the desert muck.
He had been reborn in the desert mud, and came out of the hole naked as a new born baby.
Fuck.
God Help You.
God Help Us All.
---willies out.
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Thursday, February 23, 2012
178 Bastard Cowboy Ghost
I looked up with tears in my eyes from the panic of dying from suffocation. Do Not Panic. The watery glimmer of a preacher-style cowboy hat shined high over me in the harsh light of the accusing Sun.
His hat looked like a skull for a planet, with a white ring made from tattered floss. It was the worst Saturn ever invented.
My diaphragm woke up taking little sips of air, and it eased the panic a bit, and I tried to gulp in the air. This did not work.
It sucked not well.
The ghost said, “Never thought I’d thee you run off to the hill like a yellow-bellied coward.” The rings wobbled left and right above me as he pointed off yonder to them high dunes of the crater.
I rolled over like a dog and wheezed harder on my elbows and knees. My air was coming back.
By a little.
Fuck.
He went on. “Leaving your buddy lying on the table at the end of life.”
I turned my head and saw his boot within reach. Before the next thought in my head came, he flung me with that very same boot under my armpit and I went tumbling off the roof and into the moon dust of the walkway to the little cabin.
A horse whinnied like it was laughing at me.
Asshole.
I coughed in the dusty little cloud from my fall and felt the cowboy preacher land beside me all over again.
This was getting old.
My breath was back, and I got to my feet, a bit wobbly.
Then I stood straight, put my arms out straight from my sides, and cocked one knee up slowly, letting my Doc Marten dangle between us both.
Glinty cocked his head and muttered, “Boy done lotht hith mind.”
I leaped up, stamped my raised foot down, and kicked him with the other boot.
He went flying back and landed in front of his horse. The horse whinnied and snorted again, nodding his head up and down.
What the hell?
Boy did that piss ole Glinty right the fuck off. He roared and I headed for the cabin door. Fuck that shit. Guess I’d never seen him pissed of before. His eyes looked like they were both full of flames. Even the empty one.
I swung the iron cross member down over to hold the door in place and ran over to Sean.
This will be continued...
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Saturday, February 18, 2012
177 No One’s Ghost Girl
This chapter is dedicated to Tellesco, God Rest Your Soul. The following tune was one of your favorites. Blech. You fucking owe me dude. The last two are for me, here, in retelling what happened to you. My own Antidotes.
Fear and desire drove Tellesco. He drove bare-footed. He was connected to his bitch, and that is what you must do when everything is on the line. You must connect to your bitch.
He was a punk, but he was not one of us. He was not one of anything at all. He was an ion, a tiny ember of a fire that had been shushed eons ago back when he was a boy. There was nothing for him here nor anywhere else. There was nothing at all.
He and Lorelei made a good duo. Ghost Girl and No One Boy. No One would see Lorelei again, and No One missed her when he didn’t.
Fat Jerry destroyed Tellesco’s house in a previous time, back in the early Punkeolithic Era, but Tellesco didn’t know this important fact. He didn’t know that the fat punk rocker with the tall purple spikes had killed people and enjoyed doing it.
He was about to find out for himself.
= = = = = = =
Katheena rolled her eyes and she said, “Ghosts are here.” She faded away again.
Joey felt his skin crawl. He felt her chest and knew she was breathing again, on her own. He went around and jumped back in the Maserati. He gunned the engine, and he flew off to the hostibal.
- - - - - - -
The roof of the moon cabin was not soft for a landing. Although I weighed a sixth of what I usually did, the timbers still had their inherent mass, solidity, and strength. I landed on my back and got the wind knocked out of me.
That bastard Glinty McFlintlock landed near me on his feet. He waited as I panicked for breath. No matter how many times you get the wind knocked out of you, you always feel like you are gonna die.
For a few seconds, anyway.
Tellesco had no one to tell him what to do. It’s easy to be on autopilot and let everyone else do the thinking. But when it comes down to the heart of the mettle, well, there are some doorways that you must enter, and exit, on your own.
Tellesco saw them headlights, and they were coming closer at an increasing speed. The hairs on the back of his neck stood right up.
Those headlights were aiming for him.
Someone was coming for him.
Someone wanted him dead.
His powerful Jeep was built for mudding, for pulling stumps, for figging, but it was not built to crash.
When you get the willies, you must listen to your instinct.
Tellesco did not brace for impact. He was not headed for a crash. He faced the challenge, and he made the smart choice.
He would not play chicken. He would go off to the dunes instead, and then he would win at the craps table. He would roll again.
Tellesco’s mettle was that he did not get caught up in bravado.
He was the only one of us who never did.
That was what made him belong to our group.
He finally belonged.
He chust didn’t know it yet.
He swerved at the last second, but he did not lose control.
When you are in a car accident, do not flail your arms in panic mode and give up. Do Not Panic. You can crash, or hit , or swerve, but the game isn’t over yet.
You can continue to control your bitch, even when you are heading for the woods, the rocks, or the dunes.
You will be injured, perhaps, but you can prevent death. Never take your hands off the wheel and throw your mittens up in the air.
Fat Jerry screamed in disappointment at the vehicle that swung to his right at the last moment. His two-ton ingot of iron took half a football field to come to a halt, and he yelled curses that neither you nor I have ever heard before.
Tellesco bounced up high when his chunky, fat tires hit them dunes, and he gripped his steering wheel to hold himself in the driver seat. Any other vehicle would have flipped, tumbled, and crashed. But he went bouncing along like a moon buggy on some balloon tires.
The desert mud flung itself up into his face and he held on tight. It would all be cool, wouldn't it? Nothing bad was gonna happen to him.
He steered to stay straight and not flip his buggy, and did not stomp on the brake petal.
A peddle is for bicycles.
A petal is the way you treat your bitch.
The accelerator petal, the brake petal, the clutch: these are like the interior lips of the almighty vagina, when you are connected to your bitch.
Treat them well, and your bitch will take you to the moon.
He swerved to a stop just before flipping over.
Tellesco got mad.
He got fucking mad.
He felt rage.
How dare that driver do such a thing to him?
What had he done to the driver?
Nothing. He had done nothing. He did not deserve to be treated in such a manner as this.
It took road rage for Tellesco to find his mettle.
It must be said that road rage is not an excuse for anything useful at all. Do not succumb to such depravity.
It's the easy way out, and it may be a permanent solution to a temporary situation.
Tellesco gritted his teeth. He was gonna go for revenge.
He felt a soft hand on his arm in the down pour of rain that washed the mud away from his face, and he shrugged that gentle hand away. He didn't even look down into the empty seat next to him.
He chugged his powerful Jeep through the mud and made a 180. He got back up onto the road and he pressed down on the fun button all the way to the mettle.
He was looking to give some pain.
- - - - - - -
Fat Jerry stomped down on his brakes and roared with fury. He felt my body roll against the back of his seat, and he growled, "Back the fuck up!"
Of course, I had no response.
He saw headlights shine in his rear view mirror, and these were much closer than the other ones on the way from far behind.
The fucker was coming back to dance.
Fat Jerry giggled.
Rage and pleasure are such an odd combination, usually reserved for rapists and torturers.
He slipped his two-ton iron ingot into gear, and he began to back up. He had debts to pay, but the seductive allure of giving pain to others awaited.
He had some pain to share, like an insane neighbor knocking at the door with an arsenic-laced pie.
Tellesco saw the white back up lights of the hearse appear, and he got a fucking clue. He felt fear again, but his anger was overwhelming.
Such rage can be liberating. It will give you power, especially if you lose reason.
He knew that Sean needed to be saved, but he had other things that needed attention.
He had blood lust.
Desire.
Fear and desire are such a dangerous combination.
He sped toward the hearse and pulled himself up with the steering wheel. He stood tall. He screamed before the moment of impact, as he leaped up and out of his vehicle.
It smashed into the ass end of the hearse and flipped and flung itself around like a twirling dervish, tumbling and coming apart on the crumbly tar.
Tellesco flew over the surface of the desert and fell into the mud off the side of the road where he had leaped and tumbled and came to a bloody rest in the crashing rain.
The fat punk rocker broke his neck from the whiplash.
The hearse continued to creep backward in the night.
No one was at the wheel anymore.
No one was there for anything at all.
No One.
Headlights loomed closer from behind.
God Help You.
God Help Us All.
---willies out.
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Fear and desire drove Tellesco. He drove bare-footed. He was connected to his bitch, and that is what you must do when everything is on the line. You must connect to your bitch.
He was a punk, but he was not one of us. He was not one of anything at all. He was an ion, a tiny ember of a fire that had been shushed eons ago back when he was a boy. There was nothing for him here nor anywhere else. There was nothing at all.
He and Lorelei made a good duo. Ghost Girl and No One Boy. No One would see Lorelei again, and No One missed her when he didn’t.
Fat Jerry destroyed Tellesco’s house in a previous time, back in the early Punkeolithic Era, but Tellesco didn’t know this important fact. He didn’t know that the fat punk rocker with the tall purple spikes had killed people and enjoyed doing it.
He was about to find out for himself.
= = = = = = =
Katheena rolled her eyes and she said, “Ghosts are here.” She faded away again.
Joey felt his skin crawl. He felt her chest and knew she was breathing again, on her own. He went around and jumped back in the Maserati. He gunned the engine, and he flew off to the hostibal.
- - - - - - -
The roof of the moon cabin was not soft for a landing. Although I weighed a sixth of what I usually did, the timbers still had their inherent mass, solidity, and strength. I landed on my back and got the wind knocked out of me.
That bastard Glinty McFlintlock landed near me on his feet. He waited as I panicked for breath. No matter how many times you get the wind knocked out of you, you always feel like you are gonna die.
For a few seconds, anyway.
Tellesco had no one to tell him what to do. It’s easy to be on autopilot and let everyone else do the thinking. But when it comes down to the heart of the mettle, well, there are some doorways that you must enter, and exit, on your own.
Tellesco saw them headlights, and they were coming closer at an increasing speed. The hairs on the back of his neck stood right up.
Those headlights were aiming for him.
Someone was coming for him.
Someone wanted him dead.
His powerful Jeep was built for mudding, for pulling stumps, for figging, but it was not built to crash.
When you get the willies, you must listen to your instinct.
Tellesco did not brace for impact. He was not headed for a crash. He faced the challenge, and he made the smart choice.
He would not play chicken. He would go off to the dunes instead, and then he would win at the craps table. He would roll again.
Tellesco’s mettle was that he did not get caught up in bravado.
He was the only one of us who never did.
That was what made him belong to our group.
He finally belonged.
He chust didn’t know it yet.
He swerved at the last second, but he did not lose control.
When you are in a car accident, do not flail your arms in panic mode and give up. Do Not Panic. You can crash, or hit , or swerve, but the game isn’t over yet.
You can continue to control your bitch, even when you are heading for the woods, the rocks, or the dunes.
You will be injured, perhaps, but you can prevent death. Never take your hands off the wheel and throw your mittens up in the air.
Fat Jerry screamed in disappointment at the vehicle that swung to his right at the last moment. His two-ton ingot of iron took half a football field to come to a halt, and he yelled curses that neither you nor I have ever heard before.
Tellesco bounced up high when his chunky, fat tires hit them dunes, and he gripped his steering wheel to hold himself in the driver seat. Any other vehicle would have flipped, tumbled, and crashed. But he went bouncing along like a moon buggy on some balloon tires.
The desert mud flung itself up into his face and he held on tight. It would all be cool, wouldn't it? Nothing bad was gonna happen to him.
He steered to stay straight and not flip his buggy, and did not stomp on the brake petal.
A peddle is for bicycles.
A petal is the way you treat your bitch.
The accelerator petal, the brake petal, the clutch: these are like the interior lips of the almighty vagina, when you are connected to your bitch.
Treat them well, and your bitch will take you to the moon.
He swerved to a stop just before flipping over.
Tellesco got mad.
He got fucking mad.
He felt rage.
How dare that driver do such a thing to him?
What had he done to the driver?
Nothing. He had done nothing. He did not deserve to be treated in such a manner as this.
It took road rage for Tellesco to find his mettle.
It must be said that road rage is not an excuse for anything useful at all. Do not succumb to such depravity.
It's the easy way out, and it may be a permanent solution to a temporary situation.
Tellesco gritted his teeth. He was gonna go for revenge.
He felt a soft hand on his arm in the down pour of rain that washed the mud away from his face, and he shrugged that gentle hand away. He didn't even look down into the empty seat next to him.
He chugged his powerful Jeep through the mud and made a 180. He got back up onto the road and he pressed down on the fun button all the way to the mettle.
He was looking to give some pain.
- - - - - - -
Fat Jerry stomped down on his brakes and roared with fury. He felt my body roll against the back of his seat, and he growled, "Back the fuck up!"
Of course, I had no response.
He saw headlights shine in his rear view mirror, and these were much closer than the other ones on the way from far behind.
The fucker was coming back to dance.
Fat Jerry giggled.
Rage and pleasure are such an odd combination, usually reserved for rapists and torturers.
He slipped his two-ton iron ingot into gear, and he began to back up. He had debts to pay, but the seductive allure of giving pain to others awaited.
He had some pain to share, like an insane neighbor knocking at the door with an arsenic-laced pie.
Tellesco saw the white back up lights of the hearse appear, and he got a fucking clue. He felt fear again, but his anger was overwhelming.
Such rage can be liberating. It will give you power, especially if you lose reason.
He knew that Sean needed to be saved, but he had other things that needed attention.
He had blood lust.
Desire.
Fear and desire are such a dangerous combination.
He sped toward the hearse and pulled himself up with the steering wheel. He stood tall. He screamed before the moment of impact, as he leaped up and out of his vehicle.
It smashed into the ass end of the hearse and flipped and flung itself around like a twirling dervish, tumbling and coming apart on the crumbly tar.
Tellesco flew over the surface of the desert and fell into the mud off the side of the road where he had leaped and tumbled and came to a bloody rest in the crashing rain.
The fat punk rocker broke his neck from the whiplash.
The hearse continued to creep backward in the night.
No one was at the wheel anymore.
No one was there for anything at all.
No One.
Headlights loomed closer from behind.
God Help You.
God Help Us All.
---willies out.
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Friday, February 17, 2012
176 The Mettle Of Tellesco TDC WEAW Weekend At Willies
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Feist. My Man, My Moon. Grizzly Remix.
I turned the knob and yanked that cabin door open.
The stars awaited. How odd to see the sun as it set in a black sky, while the stars gleamed without twinkling. It looked like them stars were trying to stare me down hard.
There were no clouds catching fire with orange and red as the sun set. Black sky, no blue.
The blue sky shields you from having to deal with how small and insignificant we are as we make our way through the day.
Eternity is spread out all the time overhead, but the blue sky hides it.
Infinity is a hard donut with your morning coffee or tea.
A blue shield blankets over our maze, as we scurry along looking for the cheese.
I strode out of that damn cabin and went to explore the moon. Why the hell not? Gonna die anyway. Might as well go where no one had gone before.
I scrunched down and then leaped forward as strong as I could.
I flew, baby, I fucking flew. There was no air so I did not have to flap my arms.
I arced over the surface of the waxing gibbous and looked below at the sharp shadows that indicated each rock, crater, and cave. What was inside those caves?
I wondered how much strength it would take to leap from the moon and then land on Saturn.
Only thing was, I could not make out where Saturn twirled in her pastel evening gown of stormy clouds and her hundred golden rings.
I couldn’t see any of the planets except for our own, and she was very big. The only other thing I could make out was our sun. He was not so near, but he was friggin hot as hell as he glared at me.
Talk about a temper.
The lunar surface loomed closer and I braced my knees for impact. I was headed for a crash.
+ + + + + + +
Tellesco saw those lights loom closer and he did not know what the fuck. He did not know that Fat Jerry was staring him down. There would never be anyone else like that punk bastard in our tiny realm, nor did there ever really need to be.
He simply existed like the planet Pluto, with her own moon Charon almost the same size, dancing in an eternal waltz together, way out where no one would ever suspect, hiding among the big chunks of broken stars, until it was time for that punk bastard to intrude and cause mayhem and disaster.
He enjoyed himself at the detriment to anyone else at all.
Fat Jerry didn’t know who was coming toward him, but he figured his odds were quite good at surviving a game of chicken with the poor fool who stood in his way.
He was supposed to be leaving the car crashes because he had bills to pay. A hearse such as his own was built like an ingot of iron, forged in the fires of the sun.
Tellesco would not have a chance.
Fat Jerry hated me for having to leave the party behind him early, but this new set of headlights before him was quite inviting, and he would not pass up this opportunity to dance with them lights.
= = = = = = =
Little Lion Man looked over at Katheena. She had stopped coughing, and she looked like she was feeling a bit blue.
He slammed down on the brakes and the Maserati Bora screeched long and loud in her disappointment.
He jumped out and ran around to her door, opened it, and pulled her up to him, close.
He tilted her head back and felt for a pulse in the side of her neck,
...my star.
He clamped his eyes shut hard as if that would make his fingertips feel any better at all.
Nothing.
He pulled her leather away from her chest and pressed his ear down on her tit and he stopped breathing like she was doing at that time.
There it was.
Her heart was still beating.
It was a soft, tiny flutter.
He pinched her nose closed and opened her jaw up wide, and then he kissed her deep.
He gave her the kiss of life.
He filled her lungs with air.
God Bless Him.
Strange Behaviour featuring Tasha Baxter, by Feed Me.
I landed and rolled in the desert dust of the moon. It was not as hard a landing as I thought it would be. I weighed only a sixth of my weight there on the moon, if you recall.
I took in a deep breath, and then I stretched out and yawned really big. My body tingled.
The dust slowly settled all over me, and I felt drowsy and snuggly as I nestled and drifted off.
I had taken a dose of “Fuckitall” and was going to take a nice desert nap.
Then the ground shook.
I looked up.
An angry cowboy preacher glared down at me with his one eye, and he grabbed my left boot with his right hand. He pulled me up by that lone Doc Marten, swung me around and around again, and then he let me go.
I was flying again, tumbling head over arse. This is not a very graceful manner in which to fly, and I do not recommend it for you.
You probably know to where he had flung me.
Well I did too.
Bastard.
- - - - - - -
Tellesco looked down at the seat beside him as the headlights in front of him grew brighter. His new girlfriend was not there to guide him.
He did not have Sean to help him out of a jam either.
He looked back up at the lights and felt lost, like he was off on the moon or something.
He only thought of the promise he’d made to Sean, his savior, earlier. It was the only time Sean had made him promise such a thing.
Sean had made Tellesco promise to come save him.
Tellesco understood what it meant. Now he was the savior.
It was up to him to come back after the damage happened, and collect Sean and take him to the hostibal.
He would not let Sean down.
No matter what.
In this combination of fear and determination, he found his mettle.
Mettle can be found in you when you do something that is the right thing to do, even if it means personal danger. It could mean that you will lose every thing. You could lose your life.
Tellesco made such a decision.
Good for him.
Bad for him?
Huh, we will see.
But he did it.
He said YES to whatever awaited, and he hoped for the best.
YES, and thank you.
He hoped for the best.
Taho, Amen.
God Help You.
God Help Us All.
---willies out.
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Feist. My Man, My Moon. Grizzly Remix.
I turned the knob and yanked that cabin door open.
The stars awaited. How odd to see the sun as it set in a black sky, while the stars gleamed without twinkling. It looked like them stars were trying to stare me down hard.
There were no clouds catching fire with orange and red as the sun set. Black sky, no blue.
The blue sky shields you from having to deal with how small and insignificant we are as we make our way through the day.
Eternity is spread out all the time overhead, but the blue sky hides it.
Infinity is a hard donut with your morning coffee or tea.
A blue shield blankets over our maze, as we scurry along looking for the cheese.
I strode out of that damn cabin and went to explore the moon. Why the hell not? Gonna die anyway. Might as well go where no one had gone before.
I scrunched down and then leaped forward as strong as I could.
I flew, baby, I fucking flew. There was no air so I did not have to flap my arms.
I arced over the surface of the waxing gibbous and looked below at the sharp shadows that indicated each rock, crater, and cave. What was inside those caves?
I wondered how much strength it would take to leap from the moon and then land on Saturn.
Only thing was, I could not make out where Saturn twirled in her pastel evening gown of stormy clouds and her hundred golden rings.
I couldn’t see any of the planets except for our own, and she was very big. The only other thing I could make out was our sun. He was not so near, but he was friggin hot as hell as he glared at me.
Talk about a temper.
The lunar surface loomed closer and I braced my knees for impact. I was headed for a crash.
+ + + + + + +
Tellesco saw those lights loom closer and he did not know what the fuck. He did not know that Fat Jerry was staring him down. There would never be anyone else like that punk bastard in our tiny realm, nor did there ever really need to be.
He simply existed like the planet Pluto, with her own moon Charon almost the same size, dancing in an eternal waltz together, way out where no one would ever suspect, hiding among the big chunks of broken stars, until it was time for that punk bastard to intrude and cause mayhem and disaster.
He enjoyed himself at the detriment to anyone else at all.
Fat Jerry didn’t know who was coming toward him, but he figured his odds were quite good at surviving a game of chicken with the poor fool who stood in his way.
He was supposed to be leaving the car crashes because he had bills to pay. A hearse such as his own was built like an ingot of iron, forged in the fires of the sun.
Tellesco would not have a chance.
Fat Jerry hated me for having to leave the party behind him early, but this new set of headlights before him was quite inviting, and he would not pass up this opportunity to dance with them lights.
= = = = = = =
Little Lion Man looked over at Katheena. She had stopped coughing, and she looked like she was feeling a bit blue.
He slammed down on the brakes and the Maserati Bora screeched long and loud in her disappointment.
He jumped out and ran around to her door, opened it, and pulled her up to him, close.
He tilted her head back and felt for a pulse in the side of her neck,
...my star.
He clamped his eyes shut hard as if that would make his fingertips feel any better at all.
Nothing.
He pulled her leather away from her chest and pressed his ear down on her tit and he stopped breathing like she was doing at that time.
There it was.
Her heart was still beating.
It was a soft, tiny flutter.
He pinched her nose closed and opened her jaw up wide, and then he kissed her deep.
He gave her the kiss of life.
He filled her lungs with air.
God Bless Him.
Strange Behaviour featuring Tasha Baxter, by Feed Me.
I landed and rolled in the desert dust of the moon. It was not as hard a landing as I thought it would be. I weighed only a sixth of my weight there on the moon, if you recall.
I took in a deep breath, and then I stretched out and yawned really big. My body tingled.
The dust slowly settled all over me, and I felt drowsy and snuggly as I nestled and drifted off.
I had taken a dose of “Fuckitall” and was going to take a nice desert nap.
Then the ground shook.
I looked up.
An angry cowboy preacher glared down at me with his one eye, and he grabbed my left boot with his right hand. He pulled me up by that lone Doc Marten, swung me around and around again, and then he let me go.
I was flying again, tumbling head over arse. This is not a very graceful manner in which to fly, and I do not recommend it for you.
You probably know to where he had flung me.
Well I did too.
Bastard.
- - - - - - -
Tellesco looked down at the seat beside him as the headlights in front of him grew brighter. His new girlfriend was not there to guide him.
He did not have Sean to help him out of a jam either.
He looked back up at the lights and felt lost, like he was off on the moon or something.
He only thought of the promise he’d made to Sean, his savior, earlier. It was the only time Sean had made him promise such a thing.
Sean had made Tellesco promise to come save him.
Tellesco understood what it meant. Now he was the savior.
It was up to him to come back after the damage happened, and collect Sean and take him to the hostibal.
He would not let Sean down.
No matter what.
In this combination of fear and determination, he found his mettle.
Mettle can be found in you when you do something that is the right thing to do, even if it means personal danger. It could mean that you will lose every thing. You could lose your life.
Tellesco made such a decision.
Good for him.
Bad for him?
Huh, we will see.
But he did it.
He said YES to whatever awaited, and he hoped for the best.
YES, and thank you.
He hoped for the best.
Taho, Amen.
God Help You.
God Help Us All.
---willies out.
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Saturday, February 11, 2012
175 SOMETHING VERY BAD
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Glinty wiped his one good eye on his rag of an arm sleeve and then blew a snot rocket onto the floor beside him. He kept giggling a bit, but he recovered a little.
He sniffed, and then he leaned over Sean’s body and his smile was gone.
He said, “All truth is spoken in many languages. All things that are true are not shielded by dogma. The church is the shield between you and the truth. The Church exists for its own purpose. Dogma will fail us all.”
I rubbed my eyes, I was going away, baby.
He continued. “You can find the Truth. It exists in all of the faiths in the tiny blue marble. Do not let the words of Man get in the way.”
What the fuck? Fuck that shit. He sounded like Sunday or something.
He nodded. “You got it. Now hear me out.”
Hah? Nope. Time for a moon nap.
He raised his skinny arm up to swing his hand around to ring the church bells in my head yet one more time, but I stopped him with my own fist.
I whispered, “Fuck you, you freaky bastard.”
He rubbed his skeletal hand and looked shocked. He said, “You gonna need to hear me. You will fail if you don’t. You about to go down and out for the count, boy.”
Fuck him.
+ + + + + + +
Fat Jerry arrived at the smashed-up ’57. He bent back into it like before, and felt around on my body in the dark. He was looking for broken bones, but none caused by him.
I had none.
He grabbed me up with his huge meaty fists and yanked me right the fuck out of the crushed Chevy that had saved my life in a collision with the side of another car.
Never, ever play chicken.
It will not end well.
I was the reason that he was not able to go and have some bone-snapping fun with the headlights that loomed closer in the pelting rain.
It was because of my lump of a dead body that he actually saved both Sean and me.
He tossed my rag doll body into the back of his hearse, and I landed next to Sean, who was strapped down.
Fucking Jerry did not strap me in.
He was angry because he was thwarted.
He climbed in and sped off, away from his own version of fun.
That was when he saw a new set of lights headed towards him, and it was from the black hole of the desert night on the front side of his hearse.
Tellesco.
Huh.
= = = = = = =
Tellesco looked down at the empty seat beside him and felt like crying all over again.
He straightened up and saw some head lights grow brighter before him.
Fat Jerry.
Death.
Death was all around.
= = = = = = =
Glinty McFlintlock grinned. “You got me. I ain’t never figured you had it in you. But you do.”
I adjusted my tie.
He went on. “You being a red man and all, I figure you need to get back to your homeland. I underthand. But before you do all that, you might take a moment to take care of your people here.
“Your people who are in a bad way.
“You ain’t got much time, and neither do they.
“Now I’m gonna tell you about it all.
“You need to pay attention.”
Hah?
Wha?
God Help You.
God Help Us All.
---willies out.
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Glinty wiped his one good eye on his rag of an arm sleeve and then blew a snot rocket onto the floor beside him. He kept giggling a bit, but he recovered a little.
He sniffed, and then he leaned over Sean’s body and his smile was gone.
He said, “All truth is spoken in many languages. All things that are true are not shielded by dogma. The church is the shield between you and the truth. The Church exists for its own purpose. Dogma will fail us all.”
I rubbed my eyes, I was going away, baby.
He continued. “You can find the Truth. It exists in all of the faiths in the tiny blue marble. Do not let the words of Man get in the way.”
What the fuck? Fuck that shit. He sounded like Sunday or something.
He nodded. “You got it. Now hear me out.”
Hah? Nope. Time for a moon nap.
He raised his skinny arm up to swing his hand around to ring the church bells in my head yet one more time, but I stopped him with my own fist.
I whispered, “Fuck you, you freaky bastard.”
He rubbed his skeletal hand and looked shocked. He said, “You gonna need to hear me. You will fail if you don’t. You about to go down and out for the count, boy.”
Fuck him.
+ + + + + + +
Fat Jerry arrived at the smashed-up ’57. He bent back into it like before, and felt around on my body in the dark. He was looking for broken bones, but none caused by him.
I had none.
He grabbed me up with his huge meaty fists and yanked me right the fuck out of the crushed Chevy that had saved my life in a collision with the side of another car.
Never, ever play chicken.
It will not end well.
I was the reason that he was not able to go and have some bone-snapping fun with the headlights that loomed closer in the pelting rain.
It was because of my lump of a dead body that he actually saved both Sean and me.
He tossed my rag doll body into the back of his hearse, and I landed next to Sean, who was strapped down.
Fucking Jerry did not strap me in.
He was angry because he was thwarted.
He climbed in and sped off, away from his own version of fun.
That was when he saw a new set of lights headed towards him, and it was from the black hole of the desert night on the front side of his hearse.
Tellesco.
Huh.
= = = = = = =
Tellesco looked down at the empty seat beside him and felt like crying all over again.
He straightened up and saw some head lights grow brighter before him.
Fat Jerry.
Death.
Death was all around.
= = = = = = =
Glinty McFlintlock grinned. “You got me. I ain’t never figured you had it in you. But you do.”
I adjusted my tie.
He went on. “You being a red man and all, I figure you need to get back to your homeland. I underthand. But before you do all that, you might take a moment to take care of your people here.
“Your people who are in a bad way.
“You ain’t got much time, and neither do they.
“Now I’m gonna tell you about it all.
“You need to pay attention.”
Hah?
Wha?
God Help You.
God Help Us All.
---willies out.
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Friday, February 10, 2012
174 Swear : TDC WEAW Weekend At Willies
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“It never rains, but it pours.”
The sea of stars over head beckoned me to come outside and play in the night.
Saturn awaited.
I could go outside of the ancient cabin, hop about on the surface of the moon for a while and explore, and when I was done exploring…
…take one huge leap towards the prettiest planet that ever existed.
I pulled away from the vastness of eternity and saw my own fraught face in the window pane. The lamplight flickered and I wavered. I was going away.
Time was short for me here.
I looked over to where Sean lied on the old wooden table.
Glinty had his back turned to me, which indicated trust.
I could see his backbone poking against the old, worn shirt. He looked quite frail at that moment.
He rummaged through a silk robe hanging from a nail in the wall. He brought out a pipe and a sack of tobacco and then went over to the hearth.
I followed him over to the chairs that faced the huge moonstone fireplace, with the black bear rug on the floor before it.
Glinty finished stuffing his pipe with tobacco and then he grabbed an ember with his fingers.
He pulled the pipe to his mouth and used the ember to ignite.
Then he turned around and exhaled. He nodded and smiled as I sat in one of the stuffed easy chairs.
He came and sat in the other one, and handed the pipe to me.
I shook my head.
He insisted, holding the pipe out further to me.
I abided, and smoked, and then he spoke.
"Art has no enemy except ignorance:
Better to bend than to break.
There are none so blind as those who can not see.
Blood is thicker than water.
Talk softly, but carry a big stick.
Clouds are lined with silver.
In the country of the blind, the one-eyed is king.
Fear is stronger than love.
Better that the foot slips than the tongue
It doesn't rain...
...until it pours...
...It never rains, but it pours."
Then he went on...
= = = = = = =
Tellesco missed his new girlfriend.
“Dance with me across the ocean floor.”
Tellesco sped off to Sean to get some direction from him. Sean would tell him what to do. He wanted help to find out why his new girlfriend had left him.
His wipers created a smear in the crashing rain and the blur of watercolor paint from only two hues in his headlamps:
Fear and Desire.
Such a dangerous combination.
He felt the easy glide of his fat tires with the chunky mud treads on them and heard their loud rumble moan as reassurance that everything would be ok as he sailed along in the black water.
All he wanted to do was dance with that pretty girl with the golden hair. She beckoned him.
He had never felt such a way before for anyone at all. She had an effect on him.
It seemed like she might have some answers.
All Sean did was protect him, and that was great and all, but sometimes, well, he felt a bit over-protected.
Kinda smothered or something.
Maybe this new chick would smother him in a different way.
He could use some mothering.
He felt it in his bones.
She had something to offer him.
When he was around her, he chust didn’t feel so sad.
+ + + + + + +
The smoke cleared my eyes.
I handed the pipe back to Glinty and eased back into my own easy chair. The fire crackled lazily in the absence of air in this ancient cabin on the surface of the moon.
In the back of my mind, I knew that time was short, and that Something Very Bad Was About To Happen, but I took this moment to relax and let it all slip away.
Glinty wanted to ease my troubled mind for the moment.
In my head, I saw the rings of a certain planet come closer, and then I landed on the innermost one.
All them particles, and I could stand on top of them.
Saturn loomed above me so huge that I almost fell over backwards.
I almost lost my footing. I would fall and spin off, away, into the emptiness.
That planet of pastel colors looked like it was painted by the retro chic artists of the 80’s.
Saturn: much larger than our tiny blue marble, Earth.
If Saturn was a bit larger, and had more mass, and it could be a star in its own right.
It is a star.
At least, that was what I was thinking when Glinty spoke again and brought me back to the easy chair in front of the fireplace.
I was back again, on the Moon. Fuck.
He said, “Good to see you relaxed. Now, not to harsh you, but I have to tell you thomething. You ready for it?”
I looked over at him from the hypnotic flames and nodded. My eyelids felt a bit droopy.
He went on. “You young men got a world of pain ahead of you. I hope you can bear it.”
Dayam. Way to kill a buzz Glinty McFlintlock.
I said, “We already feeling a world of pain.”
He nodded. “That’th good. It meanth you are alive. When you dead, you feel nothing at all.”
Awww fuck. I shook my head and closed my eyes.
= = = = = = =
Fat Jerry ignored the lights in his rearview mirror and the hunger in his crotch. Such a friggin animal. A troglodyte. A hedonist. A devil for pleasure, in a world of Mayhem.
He was going to collect the first Lump, pleasure be damned. Good for him. He would never have any Mettle at all, but this sort of thing was as close as he would ever get to showing compassion or rightful action.
It was all because of the debts he had incurred along his path. There is a difference between the price you pay, and the cost of it to you.
The value is inherent, but can only be ascertained when you have lost it.
+ + + + + + +
Tellesco saw another color enter into his watercolor painting.
It was the color of Death.
Death awaited him.
He sped along, oblivious to it all. The watery girl was gone, and Sean had all the answers.
At least, Sean usually held all of the answers.
= = = = = = =
Glinty shook my arm. I opened my eyes and he was standing over me. He looked angry. He said, “You wake up here and now! Don’t go away yet! We ain’t done talking!”
He grabbed my body up and shook me with his bony fingers. He was still quite strong, for a hundred year old ghost.
“Uh, Wha?!” I opened my eyelids. It seemed like the sandman had placed wet sandbags over them. “I want to go back to Saturn…”
Glinty shook me again. “You need to hear me out, boy. We ain’t done here!”
He dragged my body over to the kitchen table and dropped me up on the long, wooden bench. I propped my elbows up on the table and put my chin in my palms.
My eyelids drooped again.
I felt a smack against the back of my head and heard the ringing of church bells in my ears from it. “Oww! What the fuck?”
I stood straight up with my fists clenched, looking to take a swing at him. I would smash his skeleton body into a rain of teeth and ribs.
He jumped back and laughed. “Good! You are awake again.
"It ain’t that pipe that making you feel that way.
"You going out boy. You going down.
"Now look down at your buddy here.
"...And hear me out.”
He went around to the other side of Sean’s prostrate body and leaned over it.
He pointed at Sean’s head. “He gonna be off a bit when he waketh up. You need to pay attention here, boy. I thaved you twice, and now you have to do it for him oneth.”
I had no clue what the hell he was talking about. So I listened to his word.
He went on.
“When you have a brain injury, you may not come back completely. You can be changed. You won’t be the thame.
"Wherever we come from, whatever we are or were before we got born, we are cut off when we get born. And, an injury will cut you off even more.
"Thith boy will be different. You gotta lead him now. I need to hear you tell me you will do it.”
Huh.
I nodded.
Glinty reached over and smacked my cheek with his boney hands. “I Thaid I Need To Hear You Thay It!”
I felt the sharp sting and heard them church bells anew. I was getting preached to on the Moon, by an old, angry cowboy preacher who had died a century ago by a bullet that shot out his eye and entered his brain.
I glared into the black hole, the abyss where his eye had once been.
I shouted. “I will fucking lead this poor muthafucka where ever we have to go you sheep-raping fucking asshole!”
Glinty leaned back and he roared with laughter.
God Help You.
God Help Us All.
---willies out.
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“It never rains, but it pours.”
The sea of stars over head beckoned me to come outside and play in the night.
Saturn awaited.
I could go outside of the ancient cabin, hop about on the surface of the moon for a while and explore, and when I was done exploring…
…take one huge leap towards the prettiest planet that ever existed.
I pulled away from the vastness of eternity and saw my own fraught face in the window pane. The lamplight flickered and I wavered. I was going away.
Time was short for me here.
I looked over to where Sean lied on the old wooden table.
Glinty had his back turned to me, which indicated trust.
I could see his backbone poking against the old, worn shirt. He looked quite frail at that moment.
He rummaged through a silk robe hanging from a nail in the wall. He brought out a pipe and a sack of tobacco and then went over to the hearth.
I followed him over to the chairs that faced the huge moonstone fireplace, with the black bear rug on the floor before it.
Glinty finished stuffing his pipe with tobacco and then he grabbed an ember with his fingers.
He pulled the pipe to his mouth and used the ember to ignite.
Then he turned around and exhaled. He nodded and smiled as I sat in one of the stuffed easy chairs.
He came and sat in the other one, and handed the pipe to me.
I shook my head.
He insisted, holding the pipe out further to me.
I abided, and smoked, and then he spoke.
"Art has no enemy except ignorance:
Better to bend than to break.
There are none so blind as those who can not see.
Blood is thicker than water.
Talk softly, but carry a big stick.
Clouds are lined with silver.
In the country of the blind, the one-eyed is king.
Fear is stronger than love.
Better that the foot slips than the tongue
It doesn't rain...
...until it pours...
...It never rains, but it pours."
Then he went on...
= = = = = = =
Tellesco missed his new girlfriend.
“Dance with me across the ocean floor.”
Tellesco sped off to Sean to get some direction from him. Sean would tell him what to do. He wanted help to find out why his new girlfriend had left him.
His wipers created a smear in the crashing rain and the blur of watercolor paint from only two hues in his headlamps:
Fear and Desire.
Such a dangerous combination.
He felt the easy glide of his fat tires with the chunky mud treads on them and heard their loud rumble moan as reassurance that everything would be ok as he sailed along in the black water.
All he wanted to do was dance with that pretty girl with the golden hair. She beckoned him.
He had never felt such a way before for anyone at all. She had an effect on him.
It seemed like she might have some answers.
All Sean did was protect him, and that was great and all, but sometimes, well, he felt a bit over-protected.
Kinda smothered or something.
Maybe this new chick would smother him in a different way.
He could use some mothering.
He felt it in his bones.
She had something to offer him.
When he was around her, he chust didn’t feel so sad.
+ + + + + + +
The smoke cleared my eyes.
I handed the pipe back to Glinty and eased back into my own easy chair. The fire crackled lazily in the absence of air in this ancient cabin on the surface of the moon.
In the back of my mind, I knew that time was short, and that Something Very Bad Was About To Happen, but I took this moment to relax and let it all slip away.
Glinty wanted to ease my troubled mind for the moment.
In my head, I saw the rings of a certain planet come closer, and then I landed on the innermost one.
All them particles, and I could stand on top of them.
Saturn loomed above me so huge that I almost fell over backwards.
I almost lost my footing. I would fall and spin off, away, into the emptiness.
That planet of pastel colors looked like it was painted by the retro chic artists of the 80’s.
Saturn: much larger than our tiny blue marble, Earth.
If Saturn was a bit larger, and had more mass, and it could be a star in its own right.
It is a star.
At least, that was what I was thinking when Glinty spoke again and brought me back to the easy chair in front of the fireplace.
I was back again, on the Moon. Fuck.
He said, “Good to see you relaxed. Now, not to harsh you, but I have to tell you thomething. You ready for it?”
I looked over at him from the hypnotic flames and nodded. My eyelids felt a bit droopy.
He went on. “You young men got a world of pain ahead of you. I hope you can bear it.”
Dayam. Way to kill a buzz Glinty McFlintlock.
I said, “We already feeling a world of pain.”
He nodded. “That’th good. It meanth you are alive. When you dead, you feel nothing at all.”
Awww fuck. I shook my head and closed my eyes.
= = = = = = =
Fat Jerry ignored the lights in his rearview mirror and the hunger in his crotch. Such a friggin animal. A troglodyte. A hedonist. A devil for pleasure, in a world of Mayhem.
He was going to collect the first Lump, pleasure be damned. Good for him. He would never have any Mettle at all, but this sort of thing was as close as he would ever get to showing compassion or rightful action.
It was all because of the debts he had incurred along his path. There is a difference between the price you pay, and the cost of it to you.
The value is inherent, but can only be ascertained when you have lost it.
+ + + + + + +
Tellesco saw another color enter into his watercolor painting.
It was the color of Death.
Death awaited him.
He sped along, oblivious to it all. The watery girl was gone, and Sean had all the answers.
At least, Sean usually held all of the answers.
= = = = = = =
Glinty shook my arm. I opened my eyes and he was standing over me. He looked angry. He said, “You wake up here and now! Don’t go away yet! We ain’t done talking!”
He grabbed my body up and shook me with his bony fingers. He was still quite strong, for a hundred year old ghost.
“Uh, Wha?!” I opened my eyelids. It seemed like the sandman had placed wet sandbags over them. “I want to go back to Saturn…”
Glinty shook me again. “You need to hear me out, boy. We ain’t done here!”
He dragged my body over to the kitchen table and dropped me up on the long, wooden bench. I propped my elbows up on the table and put my chin in my palms.
My eyelids drooped again.
I felt a smack against the back of my head and heard the ringing of church bells in my ears from it. “Oww! What the fuck?”
I stood straight up with my fists clenched, looking to take a swing at him. I would smash his skeleton body into a rain of teeth and ribs.
He jumped back and laughed. “Good! You are awake again.
"It ain’t that pipe that making you feel that way.
"You going out boy. You going down.
"Now look down at your buddy here.
"...And hear me out.”
He went around to the other side of Sean’s prostrate body and leaned over it.
He pointed at Sean’s head. “He gonna be off a bit when he waketh up. You need to pay attention here, boy. I thaved you twice, and now you have to do it for him oneth.”
I had no clue what the hell he was talking about. So I listened to his word.
He went on.
“When you have a brain injury, you may not come back completely. You can be changed. You won’t be the thame.
"Wherever we come from, whatever we are or were before we got born, we are cut off when we get born. And, an injury will cut you off even more.
"Thith boy will be different. You gotta lead him now. I need to hear you tell me you will do it.”
Huh.
I nodded.
Glinty reached over and smacked my cheek with his boney hands. “I Thaid I Need To Hear You Thay It!”
I felt the sharp sting and heard them church bells anew. I was getting preached to on the Moon, by an old, angry cowboy preacher who had died a century ago by a bullet that shot out his eye and entered his brain.
I glared into the black hole, the abyss where his eye had once been.
I shouted. “I will fucking lead this poor muthafucka where ever we have to go you sheep-raping fucking asshole!”
Glinty leaned back and he roared with laughter.
God Help You.
God Help Us All.
---willies out.
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Sunday, February 5, 2012
173 END : : : Weekend At Willies TDC WEAW
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“He’th coming for you now.” Glinty shook his head. “We ain’t got much time, you whipperthnapper. Thet your rear end down in that chair.”
I did.
30 Seconds To Mars. Kings And Queens.
Tellesco wiped his eyes and sat back down in the watery seat of his mighty Jeep. He looked over again at the empty seat beside him.
Boo Hoo.
She was gone.
Why had she left him?
What the hell was he gonna do?
Who was going to tell him what to do next?
Sean.
Sean would tell him what to do next. He should go see Sean.
He put his bitch into gear.
Tellesco found his mettle.
About damn time, bastard.
+ + + + + +
Fat Jerry arrived at the first crash scene. It was my body inside of the '57 that he was after.
You see, he had debts to settle.
This will be explored.
Fat Jerry had driven off earlier, away from me, to check on the other lump, and that lump was in bad shape. It was a good call that Fat Jerry made. Once he had that other lump strapped down in the rear of his hearse, he was all set to come collect my body.
Sean had a crack in his skull, and his brain was swelling. Such a thing as brain injury can change things. You can be changed. You can be altered.
Fat Jerry’s hearse was a lump collector, a body collector, a bone collector.
He was coming for me, chust like Glinty said.
The punk with the high mohawk spikes ignored the lights in his rearview mirror. Purple Robes wanted to play with him. He wanted to engage with them as well.
Yet, he resisted the hunger in his belly. He resisted the urge below.
He ignored his erection. How fucked up to become physically aroused by mayhem and bone snapping. That was one sick bastard.
+ + + + + +
Glinty tied the cloth around Sean’s melon, to hold the dressing in place. From his medicine cabinet, he’s made a nice poultice out of herbs he’d become acquainted with during his time in the Wild West.
He was a savior of various ilk.
“Now lithten to me you young man. Thith poor fellow hath been injured pretty big. He been changed. He won’t come back the thame.”
I gulped and looked up from Sean at the old cowboy ghost in front of me.
This was all chust a dream, of course it was.
Glinty continued.
“You gonna need thome reckoning, you two, if he maketh it. He gonna need thome direction from you. You gonna need to be the leader here on in. He will not be a good leader. Can you do it?”
I had no fucking clue. Dumb ass. I couldn’t even remember to do my own laundry.
Sometimes, I even forgot to wash my back in the shower, and got the teenage scourge of “backne.” That is another word for Back Acne, in case you have forgotten how is was to be a teenager.
I nodded at him.
Fuck it.
He was talking about Sean.
I guess I needed to step up and have Sean’s back as well.
Sometimes, you need to step up to the plate and give that ball the best swing you can muster. It starts from the heel, and it goes through your whole body, like a TKO punch does.
It begins with the heel, and it ends with Mayhem and destruction.
Chust sayin’
Glinty nodded. “Now I got thomething to tell you here. I done brought you two here for one reathon, and one reathon only. You are a red man, I can thee that in you. But thith ain’t all Cowboyth and Indianth. Thith is beyond that. Thith ith about them folkth in them purple robeth. Thith ith the real shit.”
I chust shrugged my shoulders.
Glinty smiled his toothless smile, and he took off his broken glasses. One of his eyes was gone, and there was only a black hole.
He nodded.
“You are in for a world of pain.
God Help You.
God Help Uth All.”
Fuck.
---willies out
Lazy. It’s Over.
Busta and Mariah. I Know What You Want.
.
“He’th coming for you now.” Glinty shook his head. “We ain’t got much time, you whipperthnapper. Thet your rear end down in that chair.”
I did.
30 Seconds To Mars. Kings And Queens.
Tellesco wiped his eyes and sat back down in the watery seat of his mighty Jeep. He looked over again at the empty seat beside him.
Boo Hoo.
She was gone.
Why had she left him?
What the hell was he gonna do?
Who was going to tell him what to do next?
Sean.
Sean would tell him what to do next. He should go see Sean.
He put his bitch into gear.
Tellesco found his mettle.
About damn time, bastard.
+ + + + + +
Fat Jerry arrived at the first crash scene. It was my body inside of the '57 that he was after.
You see, he had debts to settle.
This will be explored.
Fat Jerry had driven off earlier, away from me, to check on the other lump, and that lump was in bad shape. It was a good call that Fat Jerry made. Once he had that other lump strapped down in the rear of his hearse, he was all set to come collect my body.
Sean had a crack in his skull, and his brain was swelling. Such a thing as brain injury can change things. You can be changed. You can be altered.
Fat Jerry’s hearse was a lump collector, a body collector, a bone collector.
He was coming for me, chust like Glinty said.
The punk with the high mohawk spikes ignored the lights in his rearview mirror. Purple Robes wanted to play with him. He wanted to engage with them as well.
Yet, he resisted the hunger in his belly. He resisted the urge below.
He ignored his erection. How fucked up to become physically aroused by mayhem and bone snapping. That was one sick bastard.
+ + + + + +
Glinty tied the cloth around Sean’s melon, to hold the dressing in place. From his medicine cabinet, he’s made a nice poultice out of herbs he’d become acquainted with during his time in the Wild West.
He was a savior of various ilk.
“Now lithten to me you young man. Thith poor fellow hath been injured pretty big. He been changed. He won’t come back the thame.”
I gulped and looked up from Sean at the old cowboy ghost in front of me.
This was all chust a dream, of course it was.
Glinty continued.
“You gonna need thome reckoning, you two, if he maketh it. He gonna need thome direction from you. You gonna need to be the leader here on in. He will not be a good leader. Can you do it?”
I had no fucking clue. Dumb ass. I couldn’t even remember to do my own laundry.
Sometimes, I even forgot to wash my back in the shower, and got the teenage scourge of “backne.” That is another word for Back Acne, in case you have forgotten how is was to be a teenager.
I nodded at him.
Fuck it.
He was talking about Sean.
I guess I needed to step up and have Sean’s back as well.
Sometimes, you need to step up to the plate and give that ball the best swing you can muster. It starts from the heel, and it goes through your whole body, like a TKO punch does.
It begins with the heel, and it ends with Mayhem and destruction.
Chust sayin’
Glinty nodded. “Now I got thomething to tell you here. I done brought you two here for one reathon, and one reathon only. You are a red man, I can thee that in you. But thith ain’t all Cowboyth and Indianth. Thith is beyond that. Thith ith about them folkth in them purple robeth. Thith ith the real shit.”
I chust shrugged my shoulders.
Glinty smiled his toothless smile, and he took off his broken glasses. One of his eyes was gone, and there was only a black hole.
He nodded.
“You are in for a world of pain.
God Help You.
God Help Uth All.”
Fuck.
---willies out
Lazy. It’s Over.
Busta and Mariah. I Know What You Want.
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Friday, February 3, 2012
172 Moon Cabin : : : Weekend At Willies : TDC WEAW
This part of the tale can be started here with no harsh on you.
However, if you have the inclination to partake, why not start here for the beginning of this whole thing, if you care to read. That would be quite nice of you.
If you choose to partake of those two above chapters, here is some help:
Katheena was my best friend, and even though I wanted to "enjoy" her again, she had some lessons for me. You see, I was about to call her out for being a cheating bisexual.
This chapter starts here. Imbation.
We would go on, with my other friends, Joey and Sean, and his side kick (bitch) Tellesco, to cause mayhem. A certain ghost chick (Lorelei) would be a part of it.
Too much? No Worries.
It will all make sense as we go along.
Trust.
Whatever you do, thank you for reading, and "listening" to my tale.
I have no reason to post my writings here other than to give you a long, thick, solid mental escape out of your weekend.
True that, baby.
My best teacher ever was Mr. McChesney, and he taught his English class to many kids each year (including a poor Injun who found himself at Roosevelt High in Fresno CA, back in '83) and he thought I should write more of my stories. It's because of you that I still do. Why I say this is because you expected only the best from us learners, and while you were exact and precise, you also showed us why we should take pride in whatever we did well. You had an impact on me and many others. You made a difference, and it counts. Rest well, Mr. McChesney. Taho.
Are you all set? Got your imbation going on?
Let's go, baby. This shit is about to get freaky.
Click play and let me drive you.
Spinnerette. Ghetto Love. Brody Dalle. Fuck Yeah
Glinty McFlintlock reached across me and grabbed Sean with both hands and hauled him out of the carriage. My jaw dropped. Skinny old fuck had one hell of a strong back I guess.
He carried Sean like a baby off to his old cabin, nestled against the inside of the crater in deep shadow. Only the lights from the oil lanterns from the windows were visible. They gleamed like bright stars in the absence of atmosphere.
You know that the lovely Moon has one-sixth the gravity of the Earth. This means that things there weigh a sixth of what they do here. Sean weighed only 40 pounds in Glinty’s arms.
I remembered that moon stuff from the physics class I was taking. I jumped down from the black carriage and didn’t land on the soil as quick as I was used to.
When I landed, I flexed my legs to cushion the blow from the jump as usual, but then shot straight up a good six feet.
I was Superman.
If Sean hadn’t freaked me out with his eyes all going off in different directions just before he went away in his head, I would have flown the coop. I would have leaped around the whole moon.
I stretched my back and reached up wide, yawning. It was a good, big yawn.
Over head, the stars looked to be within reach. It was a bit much to take in. I could make out each of them stars, and the ones beyond. The depth of space could be seen. I felt dizzy and like I could slip off the surface of the ---
---off the surface of the moon?
What the hell was going on?
I remembered that I was dreaming.
This was all a dream.
That made me feel better.
I shrugged off eternity and stalked forward.
Beyond the old dusty carriage I met the huge black horse.
His mane was blue flame that slowly unfurled its licks. He swung his head around towards me. He snorted, stamped his front right hoof, and then he inhaled deeply.
He was regarding me.
I had no desire to touch him let alone pat him, and I kinda figured he didn’t want me to.
I snorted, stamped my foot, and inhaled right back at him.
There was no response. He swung his head back around to the cabin and stood like a black, salt pillar.
Fuck it. I walked on past him and then he nipped my rear end.
What the fuck?
I jumped away, facing him, rubbing my butt cheek. He shook his head around and up and down and snorted and I thought he was laughing at me.
Fuck him.
Fucking asshole.
Two good leaps and I landed at the front door of Glinty’s moon cabin. Sean was inside. He needed my help.
“You young whipper thnapperth are in for a magical exthperienth…”
Well, OK, then. Fuck it all. Let’s do this shit.
Staind. Outside.
Tellesco chugged his powerful Jeep with the giant tires through the soaked desert silt and his beast climbed up onto the old crumbly tar. The watery girl slipped her cold fingers around his forearm and she pointed at the car with the headlamps still glowing.
He looked at it. He looked back at her and nodded.
Then he jumped out, barefooted, and ran to the car. The rain pounded down even harder as he made his way along to it, and it hurt his bent over back. He climbed in and then he put her in drive. He punched down on her fun button and she lurched forth, landing in the mud and going no further. She was off the road, and she sank a bit.
He shut her down and clambered back out. He wanted to get back to the pretty lady whom he wanted to kiss.
When he got back to his Jeep, she was gone.
He looked back at the car, back at the seat in the Jeep, back at the car, back at the seat, and tears welled up in his eyes all over again.
“Boo Hoo!”
Aw, jeez. Come on.
+ + + + + +
Fat Jerry saw them blurs of light in his rearview mirror, and his hunger grew as they neared. His tongue flicked over his grin.
In his hunger, he felt a stone in his craw.
He tried to ignore it, but he felt its cold fingers around his throat.
He had miles to go, and debts to pay.
He would have to let his pleasure await, and even dissipate, and take care of some shit.
Fuck.
Fuck shit.
Fuck him.
He growled, and he put his hearse into gear.
Business first.
He drove off away, to the other lump.
Fuck.
+ + + + + +
Glinty turned to look at me when I entered, and then he bent back over Sean’s head on the wooden table.
I closed the door and looked around. The inside of the place looked pretty much how you would expect a cabin from the Gold Rush Era to appear.
Honey-patina logs with once-white chinking between them, a stone fireplace and hearth on the right wall, and rough-hewn furniture about.
The simple tables held oil lamps here and there, and a black bear-hide stretched on the wooden floor in front of the fireplace.
Inside the fireplace was a cauldron on a swing arm, (peas and porridge, five days old) and other black iron pots and pans hanging on the wall nearby.
One thing seemed odd, and it was this: There sat a lectern against the wall on the other side, and near it, a tall cabinet with doors of inlaid glass.
Glinty muttered, “Thith boy ain’t long for the world. But we got thome talking to do. I gonna put a patch on hith noggin. It might chutht help out a bit.”
Huh.
God Help You.
God Help Us All.
---willies out
Soundgarden. Fell On Black Days.
See ya tomorrow for the END.
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