Tonight, my son is the Master of Ceremony, the MC at what he
is doing, and he indicated this song, for me and my wife. He’s thoughtful for us. But he didn’t know I’d be acting all big
poppa here…
Between The Sheets by
Isley Bothers
Sven Slindlivrenn had met our friend Sean, who had taken a
nice moon nap.
The Walkin who now called himself “Seen” was inhabiting our
friend’s body. He had been infected by
Sven, the cannibal, who hailed from another country.
Seen now walked the Earth, come what may. He infected those he killed. These were now Walkins.
They were cannibals, and they each were infected by the
diseases of addiction and perversion from each previous kill.
They searched for living bodies, each in their own state of
black-out, coma, unconsciousness, or even a simple mind’s escape in a daydream.
Seen The Walkin left behind a painting in the old man’s
apartment, and it was made from the skin and the blood of the cannibal, who was
Sven.
Got it?
Let’s go.
THE
LEGACY
OF SVEN
Seen looked out of the window, up into the night sky, for
constellations to guide him. The streetlights
had turned black moments ago. He did not
know that most of the electricity in the huge city had been shut off by a
little lion man up on the north-west.
The ugly king of the desert, the megalopolis of Fuckno, well, it was in
a state of blackout.
Seen sat in the stolen Jeep and looked over at the bag of
metal tools on the seat beside him. He
touched it and felt comforted. His bag
of torture tools and drugs was his touchstone.
He smiled.
He unzipped the bag and found a flashlight. He zipped the bag back up and turned the vehicle
off. He shut the headlamps off. He put the keys in his pants pocket and
climbed out.
Off in the distance, he heard sirens, but none seemed to be
approaching. Instead, he heard shouts
and screams from nearby.
Seen The Walkin was in the desolate, crime-ridden area of
the South of Fuckno, and it felt like home to him. He was infected by a serial
killer/cannibal.
He looked up into the sky.
Without the glare and blare of streetlights and car horns, the night
came into focus.
The stars gleamed and twinkled in the air currents streaming
across his field of vision.
Constellations appeared. He saw
that he was closer to the equator than he had ever been, in his previous visits
to this Earthly plane, in any time at all.
We Come Running by
Youngblood Hawke
But, there was Polaris, gleaning with pride in the North-East
night sky.
It was near the top-most horizon, and as long as he could
see that massive star, he would know the direction toward the north. Polaris is the North Star. It never changes its seat, for it is the King
of the night sky. The world spins beneath
it day and night, and star constellations swing round and round it as they are
forced to do.
It never changes its position, but the angry sun, our own
little star called Sol, well, it occludes our view of Polaris in the daylight
because our star is a jealous god.
It is the order of the universe, for our lonely little blue
marble, lost in the eternity of space on the edge of a massive galaxy of
billions of stars and planets, that we must be the only ones who will ever live,
anywhere.
There are no other people in existence anywhere, in the rest
of the trillions of galaxies, each with billions of stars and planets within
them.
We are the only ones who exist in the universe.
And this Walkin was taking some of us out.
Bastard.
He had created a minion.
What does this mean?
Well, perhaps we should explore. Care to follow?
THE
MINION
OF
SVEN’S
SEEN
Black Dirt by Seawolf
We Are Minion.
The drug addict who first approached Seen in the dark, on
his way to the tiny car once owned by Sven, had died in an ungraceful
manner. Both of them, killer and victim,
were now infected by the cannibal. The
drug addict looked down at his body, and he saw what the killer did. He felt loss for his life, but he began to
understand. It was a new set of
rules. He hungered for torture and human
flesh. The Walkin now hungered for rock
cocaine. In the eating of a human’s
flesh, an infected Walkin will pass on his new addiction to those he kills.
The drug addict was without a body, and this made him not a
ghost, but a Walkin.
He needed to inhabit a body that was still alive.
The occupant was escaped from her body at the moment. She had taken a dose of liquefied heroin into
her vein, and she passed out.
She lost her mind in her ecstasy, and her body glowed in the
dark. The dark will show the light of an
empty mind, to the eyes of a Walkin.
She was away, and the drug addict went to her. Never leave your leather unprotected. Your leather is your skin. The new Walkin felt the amazing warmth of
being alive again. He sat up, and he looked at those around him. They saw her sit up.
The one with the needle he had pulled out her vein sat back
with his eyes wide open. He said, “Sherry,
did we get some bank? You supposed to be
in Glory Land !”
Sherry looked around her new body at those who awaited their
own injections from the party master.
She said, “This is the best thing ever.
You gotta try it.”
She grinned and sat back.
When they passed out, she would have her way with them.
She was now hungry.
She was going to paint.
Come what may.
God Help You.
God Help Us All.
---willies out.
You Want me To Change
by Churchill
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