Saturday, November 3, 2012

The Fuckno Wars Ch 17 North Star




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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