Continuation tribute to the Master Tauruss66
« as reference see Reply. #30 on: January 11, 2012, 03:13:07 AM »
Stories from THE FRACTAL FORUM CELEBRITY NEWS inspired by his work ; entitled, " SLURP " rendered and created by Master Tauruss66 in the year 2011 on Earth!
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CHAPTER 16.1 REPLY#125 FRACTKASODE SIXTEEN.1 http://www.fractalforums.com/discuss-fractal-forums/a-huge-lack-of-comments/msg51811/#msg51811
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CHAPTER 17.1 REPLY#142 FRACTKASODE SEVENTEEN.1 http://www.fractalforums.com/discuss-fractal-forums/a-huge-lack-of-comments/msg58199/#msg58199
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BIG REX
Chapter 5
[ 1 ]
Where, oh, where does a sleepy man sleep, if not for his sleep, he'd be awake, in a black dark place, facing his demons shark.
Dreaming? Sleep dreaming?
Sometimes you'd get trapped, and never wake up, for him, his dream life, is a jail, it felt like he entered another world, in an horrific storm gail. The stormy winds moved fast, but, . . . Time it stood still, he fell ill, between the cracks in the red clock of time, took on the life of another criminal in crime, a slimy version of himself, personalities brother, he never knew he had another, living in a time-loop that was bad! Bad! bad! In the dark space, in his mind. The dark space loops of another time, the dimensions of which were, the dark anti time, fractal dimensions of the unknown, was his eventual home. Who is he? Who is he? Who? His name is, is Big Rex.
Ext. Sun is setting over a desert town. camera captures the image of a shadow of man way off in the distance.
[ A shadow? We see a shadow of a man, we see a man dressed as a cowboy. He is walking towards us, but it's in slow motion. One Slow motion minute, and fast motion the next, as if time slicing. He's walking out of a scene of what looks like, a kind of desert, with lots of mountain ranges, big desert expanses, dotted with many strange looking tall, blueish green cactus plants, that look like long, skinny green fingers, covered with thorns, pointing to the blue sky, above.
Passed, a grave yard one day he'll make his bed. When we look at him, we are seeing, it's another kind of version of Big Rex himself. A different self, a self similar but different person? As he gets closer, he's got the same facial features, same beard, same cold eyes that seemed capable of looking right into your soul. But, dressed with a bullet holed cowboy hat on his head, looking like he came out of the ground dead, nasty and mean. And he says : ]
Dam sun, that dam sun, hot as all hell, always shining, shining down on me, got something against me? Trying to cook me. Sun, ain't no friend o mine. But, one of these Goddam days. I' am gonna shine down on it, and put a bullet in it, said Big Rex, angry and sounding very vindictive, as if the sun was his arch enemy.
It was high noon, the type of high noon, where death lurks and some unsuspecting soul dies.
And the air, something about it, strange, something was in the air, a strange feeling lurking there.
Under the big bright western sun, the sky hot clouds, slowly evaporated. one by one, till it, till the sun,
was hung out,
shining down like a police flashlight, blinding you in the eye, just over your head! Asking the question are you the one to die? Only thing it was hot, you felt the heat on your skin a lot. It was hot and burning.
But this scene is no ordinary scene, no ordinary place, inside the outer-body experiences of space,
every thing is dream like.
There were parts of this world, where the sun don't shine.
And nobody cares if you're dead or alive or out of your mind.
Something, something was stirring, stirring up time it self, and it was nothing good! No! No! Nooooo!
It was down below, in the shadows. In the shadows of the weird looking, long, dark mountain ranges,
that spread out, all around every where, every where!
And here and there, were these big, huge, pointy jagged chunks of rocks, old as the earth itself,
holding secrets in its ancient layers, upon layers, upon layers, of stories of man, and his klans untold!
And deep, deep down, cave filled canyons, abound, they looked like they were carved out of the Earth,
by the cutting force of the teeth, of mighty running rivers, from a million years ago!
And the stones we could see.
The reddish, bleached stones, had little sparkles on them, that blinked and glistened in the sunlight,
looking like sparkling stars, in a skull with dead eyes! The skull could be a woman, a child, or some animal wild.
And they were sticking out of the earth, all dried out and bleached white by the hot sun, a few bones here, and a few bones there, pointing, pointing up, skeleton fingers to the sky, as if to ask, the sun itself why?
And, there were so many bones, too many to count, and they looked like the shadows of lives passed.
We just don't know, what we just don't know?
But, the wind, the wind was blowing, and every so often, we could make out sounds traveling in the winds, sounds,
coming out from some place far, far away.
Sometimes, it sounded like it was coming from out of the ground.
There were cracks in the earth too, big and wide and canyons abound, that were miles, and miles across.
In the caves, down there, a creature was hiding, hiding, hiding. His image, was blurry,
difficult to make out. He was not a good scout, hard to make out. We can sensed the moving shadow of his form though! We sensed his form, and he looks thin, narrow from here. His form looks dark from here! We can tell his nature is bitter,
and his loneliness is big!
For this place, this unholy place, is like a graveyard out of which no one can not dig!
One has to feel bad, living here! One Has to feel real bad.
His chances are in his minds only, and unsurely!
The place is terrible, dry, sandy, the kind of place where you can easily die, cause it's so hot you'll fry.
It's rocky, and foreboding, hard to breath here, hard to take, you feel nervous, paranoid,
make your teeth ache,
a nervous feeling, like the next minute you're gone get bitten by a snake.
Like there's no tomorrow. None!
Outside up above, the vast open sandy plains, exists. The mountains, all the strange fractal terranes,
surreal and dangerous, were clipping his hope!
He's got this much going for him, though. He's alive! Yes, and he's survivor, a tough guy, is he?
Only a fighter, strong man, could stay alive out here alone, no people, no nothing, just bare bones for company!
Company? He gets used to the fact, that he doesn't have any, and lets his imagination run wild.
We see he's got a case of liquor, and drinks it, like its going out of style,
and takes comfort, he's gone mad, cause there's no place else, to go.
His desires as big, for real food manned by wines of all kinds, and whisky too!
He ain't got nothing to do.
His fun is to watch the sun come up and go to watch it, as it go down! His aim,
might only be to feel like a winner, go hunting, and catch a dinner, of red canyon snake,
sun baked, topped, with some, some cool fresh cactus juice, with the bugs and thorns removed!
Who is he?
Where does he come from?
Why does he choose this God-forsaken dry hell hole to dwell? But, but wait, does it matter to him?
Now, what's his name? There is no one to recall, from whence he came?
From whence, he came, really important to him?
Removed is he. He is in Arizona. He, he is trying to remember, if he ever had childhood tender?
The white of eyes stand out in his face stark! And when he smiles the cowboy, looks kind of handsome,
in a deathly kind of way! What a waste?
He is the picture of a tall rustic kind of cowboy, that looks crazy, because he is.
He doesn't care anymore, he doesn't. He doesn't give a dam about his about his appearance,
what people might think, cause out here and there aren't any. He is beyond that, vanity, is a brat!
He is from a pass time, long dead today!
But yet here he is, why? We don't know, he doesn't know,
only his destiny knows, and destiny is not saying. It's keeping tight lipped.
His clothes, if you can call those clothes, are rags,
all faded, bleached by the constance of the direct sun light bright!
Did you know, the sun can bleach your clothes white? Bleach your bones white, too, when you're dead!
Who knew? And his minds screwed up bad, it's not all totally baked, but well on it's way, . .
going insane today!
He, he tries to remember, when life, was so tender, but each time it gets tougher,
tougher for him to remember.
Year it's true, he wears this here wide rim cowboy hat, to keep the sun out of his eyes, at least he tries!
And his uncut hair long, from hanging down into his dark tanned face. And that boogy man bullet holed, cowboy hat?
He wears it day in, day out, every day of the year.
It's in a despicable state, dusty and all raggedy, a bullet hole, or two, or three, with dried snake blood on it, he doesn't care, to have his eyes in its shade, it makes him happy!
Tells what this boy do, tells you what this here, cowboy, has been through! Doesn't it?
Around his neck, he wears a fractal set moon, jewelry, shaped like snowflakes,
done up, in whats looks like brass, or, of yellow tin metal.
Might be gold?
He wears a long wooden carving of a whistle, looks worn, very old, and you could tell he uses it a lot,
by the shiny patina discoloring, its got.
Yep, you can see he' used it a lot! Probably when he goes hunting for hawk birds, to get their attention,
while he sneaks up to shoot them. He's looks mean enough to eat the bird without cooking it,
and just chewing on them, feathers and all.
The long whistle, it dangles around his hairy neck. He has another smaller charm,
whittled out of dried white buffalo bone, with a hole in the middle, the type you use to call animals,
hiding in the bush! You, Hoo. You Hoo, we can imagine him saying to the poor animal, I am going shoot you in the tush!
He was talking, to himself that day, in the shadows, and had a hostile, clint in his eyes. Hey Sally, Sally! Hey Salleyyy! Sal ley?
He would brake out in laughter, over something, he either thought, or he'd said to himself. Obviously mad,
this man. We presumed, he was thinking about something bad that had happened to him, cause, next, in the next minute he looked different, had a mood change or something?
He had a serious look, that would suddenly, come over his face, was he possibly thinking of some disgrace?
Then, one instance and then the next, he'd have a broad grinning pleasant smile,
as if he was talking to a woman for awhile, a girl friend maybe? He was crazy, definitly!
And then he shakes his head, looked all around, looked all around again.
And, there would be a twinkle in his eyes, and he'd smile too!
As he spoke to himself, he would enthusiastically gesture, with both his hands, explaining something to himself, we couldn't understand.
And when he laughed at something, he laughed, and laughed loud, as if it was really funny, and yell Sal ley!
He would hold his stomach, and laugh, and laugh, and laugh. And laugh some more almost giggling, so many moods had he.
You know, a wild west Arizona styled, vagrant, yes, but a very, strange bad dude.
But who was he? Where was he going? Was he really a loser, a nobody?
A hobo, wanderer. A hobo wanderer, always he, always will be, that's him? Who knew the truth?
Sleeping in railroad box cars, by day, sleeping in railroad box cars by night!
Traveling light, across country in them, sleeping in them and watching the world go by in them.
Sometimes, he would jump off, and stay a spell, especially if it was Arizona where he's from, and accustomed to dwell.
He would be in one of those rickety southern towns, with a four lettered name, full of rednecks,
and black necks, tanned skinned latino brothers necks, red indians with chips on their shoulder, and crooks,
pretending to be nice, when in truth, they'd rob their own mother to get a hit.
A little cocaine for the brain!
And they wore guns in their holster, eyeing everything that moved, live and dead!
Rex, was his own man, his own law, his own government, something in his genes, his DNA,
made him a killer. Killer genes, that's what he inherited, he couldn't fit in, if it killed him! An odd ball,
a person so far out, he should never have been born.
A big seven footer So, He thought he ain't got to be scared of nothing! Besides he carried Tits!
He carry Tits, his sawed off shotgun. That's the nick name he gave his shotgun! She's be with him,
where ever he went, she goes! He carried her in his right hand, o on a shoulder bag, or hidden in the long leather coat he sometimes wore!
He wore a holster belt with a gun on each side of his waist, and had a hunting knife, name Lula too,
that he knew how to threw.
Rex, don't take much lip. If you got in an argument with him, he come off really angry, scary like, and tell you not to talk over him, and was very aggressive, dominating the scene, ready to fight, knew how to fight,
and did frequently, and if that fails, he'd shoot!
He'd shoot first, and ask you questions later. Lot of good that'll do you!
But nature has it's reasons, why things are, and in what time, and what seasons!
To Rex, life was for players of a game, redistribution of fame and wealth, your money wasn't yours,
it belonged to him, thats if he could get it, and he lived to try. And, to that end was willing to die!
When he didn't have any money, he would get some, saying he'd get his money straight!
And get boozed up. Raise hell, with the town folk.
And visit the towns bars, and go to the saloons, cause a lot of hell, and steal what he could,
and hop back on the trains, and be gone, but not for good! He'd be back,
when his wallet was again thin and flat!
[ 2 ]
[ BIG REX ]
Big rex, has fallen off the empty open box car train again, comes too, and tries to figure out
what happened and talks to himself.
Well, . . . seems like I done got liquored up again, and fell from the train.
Shit Fool me, must be insane!
Shit, I don't remember a thing, drunk I must of been! Oh well, let me see if I can get up,
he said as rolled over, and struggled to get up right, and get on his feet.
Shit I must of had one hell-ova good, good time, heh, heh, heh, Oh, year!
Cause these panties, stuffed into my shirt, sure in hell didn't get there by themselves.
HA, HA, HA, HA, . . I don't remember how, usually means I got too drunk to remember,
but, I must of had myself a good time in that town! Dag-git, my head hurts, dammit!
I got a hang over and a half.
Can't even remember, the name of the town, or the nane of th4e girl i was foolin around, or when I climbed back on board the train car!
Or when I fell off the train. Any hows, I woke up and here I am, in the dead of night,
in the bushes next to the rail road tracks, not a good place to be,
reeking of whiskey, and I can barely stand up!
My head buzzing! Cousin!
Where the blazes am I?
Don't knows! Any-hows, just my luck, out here, in the middle of nowhere.
And the little jug of whiskey I kept in my shoulder back pack, was finished.
Not even enough to keep my whistle wet, god dam, man, nothing to drink,
till the next train comes. When?
Who the hell knows, when that will be? That's a hog wash mystery?
But, wait what's I thought I heard something, Big Rex, said thinking to himself,
as he quickly grew cautious, and pulled his pistol out and held it out,
as he looked all around, a couple times, trying to find out where the sound was coming from.
Sounds of something got to me, sounds of something running in the shadows of the dark!
Got, Tits ready, case,
now that do be strange noise comes my way, I'll blow it away! I thought.
I heard something in the shadows. I looked and looked,
and didn't see even the nothing stuffen of anything living or dead.
The night was quiet, sounds usual, night birds, bats flapping their wings eating insects,
on the wing, prairie foxes running in the bush, crickets chirping like they should,
and howls of the wolves up aways in the distance, yep.
Everything normal like it should. Yet something inside of me said watch out Big Rex.
But, if something was out there, that shouldn't be.
What ever it was, that, fuddy duddy sucker, was going to be a dead fuddy duddy sucker!
If I laid my eyes on him. I quietly pulled out my shotgun, Tits. Looked to the left,
looked to the right, in the night, there was a deaf sight,
a big black cowboy, looking down at me in the night.
[ MONDONGO THE BLACK MAN ]
" Howdy stranger in the night, I am a friend,
saw you laying there. thought maybe you hurt o need help, o something.
Are you all right,"
[ BIG REX ]
[ shotgun at the ready listening what he said, . . ]
Am I alright, asked this black sneaky dog, who snook up on me in the middle,
of the middle of the night, talking all sweet like!
I swirled big Tits, my shotgun, around and aimed for his head.
I could not see him clearly, cause it was dark and he was black! And he was different. Different.
He didn't have any brown or chocolate in him, he was pitch black as can be,
thought Big Rex, to himself. Big Rex, anxiously, and the under lying fear, he felt of this stranger,
was a natural response, to have in dead of night. Why should he trust him?
But, little did he know that this scene, he was living in,
with this black shadowed intruder, suddenly coming on the scene, was not about one petty thug,
sneaking up on another petty thug to rob him.
No, it was much more that that. Much deeper, much creepier; it was destiny knocking.
The man's look, was to appear real,
and a game was being played that designed tobe indistinguishable from reality.
The black stranger was like a mask man, camouflaged in a-body that couldn't be real,
to keep his real identity secret.
And what was occurring was that Big Rex, was in a digital dream interface
manipulation, outside of the concepts of rules of existence, that he really couldn't possibly know of.
Or could he, could he too, have been hiding secrets about himself, and that's why,
he was choosing to live the life of little seen,
low life vagrant cowhand, roaming the outlaw badlands of the under belly parts of the west,
with it's drugs trafficking gangs and bad hombres, who get up every day to live, drink,
and be merry, and committing murder all the time, as a way of life.
Was that his way of life for real, or was he just playing,
playing the role of drunking derelict, crazy man,
sleeping on trains hiding from something? He was boozed up, and fallen down far from town,
and someone comes across him, laying on the ground, whether that persons,
intentions whether good or bad are unknown, as Big Rex,
fearing the worse, as he sees the man in the dark out in he prairie, reacts :
[BIG REX ]
Boy, you know, you just about startled me, a little!
Do you you know that boy? I said to him aiming my gun steady, and at the ready!
Now, just what you doing going sneaking around in them there bushes boy, I asked him.
Huh? er, waiting to ponce on me, and rob me, er, I asked him angrily? You know?
Cause I was pretty sure thats what he was going do. Anyway,
my finger hugging the trigger of Tits, poised to blow this man,
to kingdom come. And I would of, but he spoke again, real easy like.
[ MONDONGO THE BLACK MAN ]
Rob you? Oh, no! Cowboy, no, not me, me your friend. Like you might see someone, on the ground,
" Brother in the night," laying alone, perhaps hurt?
He said in broken english accent that was difficult to place, couldn't tell where he was from,
but where ever he was from, wasn't from this world.This man if hurt, maybe needs help? That, what I thought in my head, he said.
[ BIG REX ]
[ The man was gesturing with his hands wildly,
like he really didn't want me to shoot him. and his words sounded enough sincere still,]
I'll decide if he's telling the truth, later, I thought to my self.
In the mean time I began to talk with the man a little bit. Now he didn't have any eyeballs,
so that was bugging me, I mean dam , that was a problem for me, but, if I could put that out of my mind,
he sounded like nice person. still, . . .
Well, partner, I said, slowly lowering Tits down from pointing it to his head.
If what you are saying, is true than thats mighty neighborly of you. You want to help me and all.
I is mighty hungry and not feeing too good!
I thought, I would be the only hobo traveler dude out here in the this here patch.
But looks like there will be two of us hobos travelers,
waiting for the next train to hitch a ride and catch. My name is Big Rex, thats what they call me.
You gotta a name?
[ MONDONGO THE BLACK MAN ]
Si, señor, they call me Mondongo. But I think you got this all wrong, me no hobo.
I live here. You need any help?
He asked me again.
[ BIG REX ]
I lowered my shotgun down, and spied on him with squinted eyes! Taking my time and pausing.
I didn't know to believe him or not, or to blow the niggas head off!
Thats, when I noticed this, he didn't have any eyes, just holes in his head,
where eyeballs should be.
Every body got eyeballs in dey head, but not this cowboy, not this sidewinder, not this cowboy!
Dammit, I thought, something is up? He was the blackest cowboy, I ever did see.
He was so black that when he smiled I noticed his teeth where black too.
That was the last straw!
Seeing that, set me back, I wanted to see all his black crooked teeth again,
so to trick him into opening his mouth.
I made up something dumb to say.
So I said to him, you look kind of healthy, healthy boys, got long tongues to lick a woman,
you got a long tongue boy,
I asked him?
[ MONDONGO THE BLACK MAN ]
"SURE," look he said, and the man stuck out his tongue to show me, and it was about four feet long,
and it was black too! Thats when, I thought to my self, somethings wrong with this here boy.
Then I looked him over once or twice, and saw the boy had a lot of things wrong with him.
He seemed friendly enough though, harmless. and was so hungry, i just couldn't help asking :
[ BIG REX ]
So, you got any grub, any stuff to eat boy? I am sure mighty hungry, I asked him?
[ MONDONGO THE BLACK MAN ]
If you stop calling me boy, sure. White gringo, you sure in hell not.
Remember I ain't your boy! Otherwise I don't got no food .
[ BIG REX ]
Well sir, I knew where he was coming from. I told him how I was trying to hunt m up something to eat, but didn't catch nothing.
I told him how hungry I was. We talked a bit, and as we walked he said he was taking me to his camp.
Which he said was just ahead. As we walked, I heard the tinkle of coins, in his pockets.
[ BIG REX ]
Maybe I'll take Tits out, and relieve him of them, perhaps he's got gold on him, I thought to my self.
I might come up with something worth while, anyways there's time, I said to my self, and thought
First lets eat, drink and be merry. For the winds that blow the tumble weeds are blowing now,
tomorrow, who knows what they will blow in?
Besides, I just, might get some information from this cowboy, I thought to my self.
What did you say, your name is again?
[ MONDONGO THE BLACK MAN ]
Me, Mondongo.
[ BIG REX ]
Year, right, anyway, I thought to my self, Just my luck, here it is, two Hobos out in the dark of night.
And after while we reached his camp, It was fenced in all around with a tall black iron gate,
and as we approached it, he kept walking, and I followed along,
but stopped cold when I saw him walk through the iron bars of the gate like it just wasn't there.
He kept walking, and I, was freaking out, I was shocked and yelled to him, . . . Hey, how you do that?
He turned non nonchalantly, like it nothing out of ordinary, and turn around,
pulled out some keys and open the door of the gate and held it open,
gesturing to me to walk on in.
I did. But now I knew I was in big trouble. Things were not, thing were not, not what it seemed.
I got scared but didn't want him to know, for heaven sakes!
And in the yard there were some old wooden chairs and benches; he invites me to sit down,
he doesn't invite me in, I thought that not very neighborly,
but then, maybe he got his lady in there and maybe she's private or something,
Anyhow's, he goes in to this big tent, one of those pointy tents pointing up to the sky, called a indian tent,
or whats called a Tepee, and sets up a table outside the tent, with some black plates and black napkins
which I thought was strange. It was like a funeral, but being very hungry, I couldn't give a dam.
And so he brought out, some benches all painted black, and waved his hand,
for me to come over and sit close to him, and thats when I started to check stuff out good,
and noticed that even the house, the tent he lives in was black.
And he was rambling about this and that, and he brings out this nice dinner, of turkey, and all the trimmings,
candy yams and all.
Only thing, was all the food was black.
And that's when I noticed him, taking two pieces of black whole wheat bread,
and picking up a black kitchen knife, and spreading some black butter on it.
Then he sat down across from me, and we started eating, and I asked,
[ BIG REX ]
Got milk?? Got milk? Got any milk?
[ MONDONGO THE BLACK MAN ]
and he said as he glanced around at me smiling, . .
Sure.
So, he went in back inside the black teepee house, and brought along a jug of milk,
and glasses and placed a glass on the table for me, and poured some out, into a glass.
Thats when I noticed the milk, was black. I tried to smile and say thanks, but it as hard!
and I didn't wwasant to look at him, cause he did have no eyeballs, and that was hard for me to deal with.
So he served me a black plate of nice black hot rice.
Thats, when I noticed the fork and the silverware, was black. The black silverware was shinny,
and I was mighty hungry, and I was ready to forget all that, all the anomalies,
and just chow down and get down with the getting down, and just start eating,
but since the food and everything was dark and all,
I asked him, could he turn on the light. So I could see what the hell I was eating!
May be ants are crawling on my food! I don't know!
I thought it was reasonable thing to ask!
[ BIG REX ]
Saying to him friend,
" Thanks for the nice dinner, it do smell might nice, but do you mine turning on the light? "
[ MONDONGO THE BLACK MAN ]
Mondongo stopped chewing on his food, and turned and looked at me without eyes in his black head,
and said,
Me don't got no light. Me always eats by the natural organic light of the moon.
[ BIG REX ]
Year, I said to him, but the moon is not out tonight, I can't eat, every THING is so dark?
[ MONDONGO THE BLACK MAN ]
Man, you got to be crazy, the moon is out, don't you see it, don't, you see up there,
he asked me, pointing straight up over our heads.
I looked up into the heavens, all I could see was the blackness of the sky,
and thats when hits me I must be nuts,
cause the moon is out but was visible but just barely.
It dim, and getting dimmer by the minute.
I had to get my shit together,
I started eating as fast as I could, I was woofing down the food, crabbing it with my hands
stuffing it in my mouth real fast, so fast I was hardly chewing,
cause I wanted to get the hell out there.
if I stayed, I could just imagine bad things were gone happen to me.
So with my belly full I got up and head for the door, and waved to him,
and thanks for the grub, and if my belly was so full I swear I would of ran away!
[ BIG REX ]
So kept walking as fast as I could, and when far enough away I saw a log, I sat down there,
thinking, what he mother Bleep, BLEEPING BLEEP, bleep bleeping bleeping shit ] is going on here ?
[ MONDONGO ]
==
[ mondongo appeared out of nowhere behind me and was laughing and said
Time is now. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, . . . you don't know what your destiny is,
You don't know because you are not suppose to until the day of your destiny,
HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, ha, ha, . . .
he said laughing I got up and started to run. I twisted around and I shot him
BAM, BAM BAM, I shot at him a couple of times, but he just kept laughing!
this cowboy was a ghost or a spirit or my drunking imagination getting the better of me!
I was nuts. I was insane. I was scared out of my wits, i didn't have any more brain!
It had to stop. It had to, It had to. I kept going and didn't look back, said Big Rex,
and he didn't look back, he ran, just like scared rabbit being chased by a wolf!
He was out of his league, he come in contact with a demon,
a imaginary monster coming out of his mind. But, what if it weren't imaginary, what if it were real?
What? Why? Was there a lesson, he could ascertain by this encounter?
The environmental content of the parameters of the encounter was a construct mentally in black and white!
Raw, like the facts of life. But what life, life,defined by who or what.
Defined by when, even though the basics like time, and light, were self evident and reduced time,
time, may have appeared to stop, but it didn't, it was there forming the framework of this unchartered
experience by chance? But wait, when one, is dealing with destiny,
there is fate and no chance, that is the law.
But in the outer dimensions of reality, restrictions are not allowed to exists, and all things are possible!
Big Rex, was scared with good reason. The encounter Big Rex, just had lived through, was full of anomalies,
and while the intruders appearance was suppose reveal something to him.
What ever it was Big Rex, for the life of him couldn't see it.
It was though he was blind, like the Cowboy named Mondongo, no eyes, and can't see it,
but, even though Mondongo, had no eyes at all, he didn't let that stop him,
didn't let that stop him from living his life,
Could that it could be the hidden lesson? Don't let anything,
any obstacle stop you in life from achieving your goals, your destiny?
And how do you do that when you don't know what your destiny is?
Big Rex, kept running, but then, dealing with things outside of his Cowboy comprehension,
the mind, can play tricks on you.
Can make you see things, hear things, an when the truth is something you can't handle you crack,
and don't want to look back.
Big Rex, is not so big. He runs along the ground, tiny and small, like little boy running home to his mommy,
but in his case his mommy is the next train car he gets to. It's his haven; there always trains cars traveling to and fro,
carrying goods all across the country. There always a place thats not where he is, not where he is.
and for some reason that an attraction to him. Some people like where they are. where they are maturity wise.
He is not one of them, roaming, searching, thats why he calls himself the wandering cowboy.
It's like a compulsive disorder, a urge, a compulsion, to flee and he does,
not because he wants to. But because he must. It is hard wire in him to run. He's a runner,
What did the black shadowy stranger tell him, destiny? That's where he is running to, whether he knows it or not.
Then, then something, something, very hard to explain happened!
[ 3 ]
The Earth shook!
And the ground turned upside down, and rose up off the Earth, left the original Earth, and hung in the air, above the original Earth, stood there rotating around slowly in circles.
The other Earth upside down, shattered parts of which disengaged, raged, switched, pitched, molecularly ickasciched, rigamortised, and tumbled, tumbled around and around in violence, but adhering still to the forces of Mother Nature gone mad and gravitized!
What happened simply, the finality of it all, due to bombastic intermolecular disengagements, lamentably causing structurality atomic schisms, caused intensely loud sounds of nightmarish booming thunder, augmenting them to super deafening levels!
As the racy crunching of impossibly huge rocks, came slamming down into Earth1.
They did so, with the extreme arrogance and prejudice at uncontrolled speeds!
They pummeled, crashing, smashing, and ricocheting back up upside downside, smashing ferociously together, heavily, as the Earths duplicated, erupting in hot balls of steam, than melted boulders in lava like streams, that rushed into the sea spraying up in to the air, bright spider webs structures everywhere, like thick sizzling reddish yellow Fractal webs, connecting the two new, bi planetoids, together haphazardly in its awful moments of death!
From this whole beginning, of these evil events bifurcation of both man, beast and the oceans, seas juxtaposed.
And flipped and re-assembled back, forming giant strange ultra fractalized slivers, of new topography.
Things of, lets say you got hit in the head this day, when a rock the mighty size of Eiffel tower, came your way! But didn't crush you, it would take a big miracle to survive, well somehow, the epicenter of some sort of stability gravity zone existed, around us, through out this madness!
Allowing the cavern structures where I was, and he was, to stayed in place safely, and not only our mental psychopretexturalies introspective, in both our personages were saved, but our physical bodies too, in us two!
Thank god, other wise we would not have co-survived this cud nightmarishness.
Now at the hour time and place, this was all going on, I was unaware that the stranger and I would have co survived this melange catastrophe.
It happened so quickly, there was no time, to have time to think, much less react, just hold on, and pray!
The conversation between the smashing mountain rocks, and red hot awakened Earth components, transferred avoiding nothing over roads of the real buffered into the in mouth of the hot surreal, leaning to the points, of the totality finality of death!
Mock not, this day of the rock splits, onto the two islands separated, goes into shock, chases her mind thine crazily into the woods of good bad and brutally mainland halved for necessary suppling life puzzles, mussed notes the not muzzled, two earths, screamed their birth inaugurations, sensations of creations, majesties rescue a shipwrecked posits worthless few fleas peoples, parched all that was, beached and made it to the compound in life, new, due to powers hour hath'itsat say it, shall, and so be'ith educated edict, let no man put complaints asunder this wonder, but go ye forth enjoy the aftermath of peace!
The termination of life, who knows, never say never, first class desire of nature, is self similar survival supremacy!
Basically vexed, in five times the pressurized complexities, rushed to and forth, like a broth, but finally the great wobbling of the humongous chunks of both earths stabilized like sizzling scrambled eggs!
Settling finally back, in close approximations from each other separated, by only two or three miles perhaps if that!
The predominant cosmological systems rapidly absorbed the change, as if it did not take place in Fractal space.
The celestial components stood there looking on at us, the sins and the sun too, was still up in the sky on the corresponding ordained orbital trajectories, along with the moon, stars and inner outer Universities, in all their magnificent glories, and need I dear say, so thank the force, were we!
Its giant rocks, bigger and smaller, hailed down like thunder that fateful moment, that fateful day, that fateful minute, and day turned in to night, and night turned back in to day, a new day as it rained!
Stones the size of buses, and trees with disease, the size of planes, and all manner of sandiness grit, and looseness bits, prone debris, sailed down heavily, suddenly on top of him and me, with the mighty roaring sounds, straight out of hell!
Loud enough to wake up the devil!
They fell back to the original Earth1, live and dead out of graves!
Everything falls down, and the man ran and I both sprinted to take cover into the safety of the caverns! He went one way, and I another, and I don't know about him, but, I closed my eyes really, but really tight, and I prayed like a baby! We did hide, for quite a long, long while, under and in crevices in the mountains! As stones and rocky chunks, the size of buildings, came thundering down around us, bouncing crashing, bucking up, spats of electricity cut mountains in half like yellow cheese! And down and flash dancing rocks, rotating a thousand times a second, came booming down, with the roaring sounds and speeds of draconian unleashed wild buckets of millions of mad as hell rocks, splitting, screaming, splintering like wild dangerous sharp cutting glass, ready to slice and dice us!
The rocks hot, dazzled and gleaming with core stones, from the earth center, like blue white cut diamonds, being exposed, sprinkled the earth like little sparking eyes! The hot steams pouring out of them, like in a hot kettle in a pot, and lord knows hot water sprang up!
Finally rocks after a long while, the stones and debris stopped falling, and the tumultuous roaring sounds of earth crunching together, seised! And things, started to stabilize, and low and behold the earth on top that was floating above us in the air, was blocking out the sun, and suddenly, in the shadows the impossible happened. It got cooler, yes! Yes, yes! The temperatures was dropping fast! It was impossible, but I felt it! It was coolness, but it was true! I felt it, it was coolness, coolness! Still it was a little warm, but not as brutally hot, as it was before!
Things slowly were settling down, as the huge mountains of dust settled back forming what looked like, intense clouds of fined grained saw dust! The colors, wow! Oh wow! It was a magnificent sight.
It was so beautiful, to see the translucencies of the sun light's beams streaking through the big clouds, like flashlight beams shining brightly through the clouds of dust, with such a huge range of colors too, such as the dainty sunset like light brite pinks meshed with inter orange lush tonalities! It was composed of every kind of yellow and whole variety of mellow colors! It was like awe inspiring! It was life changing! I never dreamed such a thing could happen, yet here it was, I could see it! It was unbelievable! I was witnessing the birth of another earth, one up and one down below, that I was standing on! Two of them, and in fact, now that I think of it, thats exactly what it was, Earth Mother Fractal two!
Still, beautiful, or not, the dust, it got in my eyes, my hair my ears and every where!
This was possible, thanks to technology for I was Digtaslsometbetrodic being, after all!
After a spell, I witnessed, something strange, the other guy, yep, he did it too! He was alive, and, not only did he survive, but I saw him dusting off the dust from his arms and shaking it out of his long hair! And low and behold, he started smiling!
He had a big ass grin on him!
Can't for the life of me know why?
Now the man walked to the spot where his coat was before, an immediately began digging, and digging. After about an hour, he got it. And with his bare hands dug it up and out of the rubble! It came up and out, his beloved old wind breaker, and he pulled on it hard to get it free! And it took a while to get it out, out of the debris, then you know what? He put his coat, the wind-breaker coat, he put it, he put it on, and smiled, grinning. He raised his rifle up, up high, and aimed straight up, at the face of this Mother of Earths number two, and shot the mother full of holes ten times, yelling loudly as he fired at it away :
"You sons of bitches, I am free!"
[ 4 ]
Then the original Earth, was on the bottom. And the fractal copy of the Earth, was on the top.
And hung in the air, steady there, then magically between the two Earths, came a big flash of lightening!
Out of the light came the pow, snap and crackled of strange electrical sounds, like something fizzing and cracking!
Theres was no need, for graveside eulogy, for the passing of the Earth old, to the new Earth number 2 of two, new, like a half baked, homozygote, it was true!
Then came the stiff breeze and hence a high windchill of new consequences, times and places and adjustments to the new age of the new Two Earths!
I, listening, my ears taught sensitive, thus heard : heard a voice out of the wilderness, are, are, are thee ready, something quite different?
Sustainabilities newer realities, birthed, as it relates to natural ecosystems complexed to the particularities, when distinguishing societal sustainability, from ecosystem sustainability?
Could we be it, and it be we?
An unsustainable ecosystem will collapse, causing a large extinction event, tis true, but miraculously, this time it was not to be!
A near-death experience yes, but, stressed near, for we lived! These phenomena after a time is nothing more than the topic of lure, but to be here, alive, alive, inside the fractalized happening, spaced, me out big time!
The clockwork universe theory, compares the universe to a mechanical clock wound up by a supreme being, what ever he she it my mind in madness did this hour, day, minute, second, was shocking, yes, but to survive it ,was more than fine with me!
Suggested arguments, against why this could happen, or happen not, I dismissed it, because I live in the now, and so, dutifully, I testify by my being alive in the now, and as survivor as witness!
Natures, perhaps I say this facetiously but, nature speak'ith not in words, but in mightiness of actions and today she has'spoken a signal, that artfully selects the survival of the fittest, as she and she alone sussed out right of way, for who should go and who should stay alive, there was something fishy going on live true, but only her shadow knows and he is not saying!
Structure of channels breaching barriers to our minds eye, she only can and do defy and so said, eyeballed from the point of view of our awakened awareness trolls or the fresh! Or meager we and I, don't know why, this thing that happening now is not ordinary weight of a soldier's mind panoply as the out of the nothingness, of the airs chemistry a pleasant-smelling, colorless, volatile ether that was the catalyst, then there it was , something looking like a giant ball of lighted electrical beams, snaps and crackles shattered the feeble airs reality!
And it appeared there, and I heard a strange, other world like fractal speak. It said :" Lets not tarry here, but go forth!"
And this thing, the ball shaped turn thing, was a Telepathic Iconography machine, which was, submerged in white fog, like the type of stratus foggy clouds, found only high in the sky, billowing gases, shaped like an amorphous robotic head, vibrating there, inside of it, fully lit!
Sparks flying in out every which way, splatting throughout the air with a spray of sparks and electricity! The sounds this thing made, combined with intense forces inside, the core of the Earths rumbling, angrily was totally deafening!
This ball which was a Transmigration Zhotodigprojection machine, which was belching forth, a set of elaborate arrays of ceremonial beams, of great brilliance!
Blurry images, at first, very hard to see, but with each passing second, the feeble fragments came to fit together, like a crossword puzzle, and a bulb lit up in my head, warning me to be very skeptical and very weary of what might happen soon! I began to hear voices.
Voices that sounded like a crazy man, talking to me, from a thousand miles way, at the same time, I could hear the environmental sounds, of the ecosystems! Sounds of birds, sounds of winds blowing, sounds of scratching things, scraping up the sands looking for insects to eat. I could hear, the trees breathing, throughout the leaves, sucking up the nutriments from the air, and the sunlight there!
I heard the noises of draggle crackle sounds of some black vultures, circling high up in the sky, close to the sun. I could her waters, seas, near and far, gurgling under in the deep streams every where! The atmosphere was alive with life! Inside the minds of all kinds, birthed deadly Strife! I could hear insects, shifting around under the rocks near by! And I could feel the motions of the earth, I stood on, heaving to and fro, moving below my feet! OMG, I could feel Fractal Gods! The Fractal Gods were at odds, large barging to this marginless zones, toned in surrealistic gravity, putting in place, a stasis of new realities! Oh hell must'ith have'ith me, these things, these impossible things, I today see?
It was unreal! It was un-natural! I lost my breath, it was just too, too much! Too, much for me! And slowly, very slowly, the fractalized portal transmissions, stabilized. I got new, clearer glimpses of the figure. And this world, forming in front of my unbelieving eyes wide! This new mansion, volatile making in the shadows of new times expansions. And this stranger? Was he, the same man, as before, or a self similar entity, that resembled him, but was not him just similar? Or was self similar to his old set of selves?
I, now seem to be hovering the air, over his head, looking down at him, I sensed his mind opening, It thoughts to me, I watched his lighted brain flash pictures of his past, his past, his passed memories, but, it was memories, that were gory, shady and deep!
I heard voices too! Saying a spell inhale, hell into the fractal wells well, you go you see in to the fractal, you go with me, by and by something sighed inside of me, some alive inside of me. I felt it but what can it be? Fractal, fractal you be?
And then I saw it. The lights, big and bright lights, blinding me! I saw a vision, visions of his past, and asked merry not these visions be? What visions do we see ? Merry visions, came the answer from the beyond unvirginisities, boundlessisities painted, tauter red and ready all for all hell! Go rouged, merry go round hidings, wheels of Fractal memories abound, his memories, his, chemistries, like frozen branches, fractalized branches in the ranges of timers of stasis, altered and, placed with opened gases, trashes of star dusts in inner spaces!
Which I breathed in deeply, lace of special chemicals of the misty waters, special water with the secret powers of life and death.
Drink?
I heard a voice ask.
Drinkit?
Asked me again?
Drinkit?
I trembling, shaking wishing I was dead, fear in my mind, fear in my head, as I communicated with id!
Did not dare, refuse my fate, in the hand of Fractal time! Yime hoyahaaa sunn tick, mick, hoyahaaa sunn tick? Maggssithena, it and suddenly a young woman appeared and said: who whosdsiyt ahten it swille in debae, no not I? Around as I look bad, it too, looked at me, sadly I grew, then things went a backwards anew, and I closed my eyes, going back to where ?
And when I opened my heart, trusting in the force in the dark, and drank. Then the voices, trailed off into silence, and were gone, and slowly were replaced with a strange bands of waves music, filling the void, with loud scary desitacodic chromatic tonalities of desperate dooms plumbs! Hungry late I ate one, enjoying it, it sounded so good! The Fractal music belching forth, from a spectra-body to mind sequencer application, using scores from an irrational iterationalfabulation resuscitations, of Fractalized musicality, in the realms of spiritual formulas of the Ducks! The Ducks were yelling at me, I was stunned to, to hear them here, so clearly, so distinctly! What the Fractals were speaking? They were not leaking! What theory, had they, today to say, was terrifying! Suddenly I heard the sounding of big bass drums, combeating hard, as lard, as if they were located deep inside Mother Earths in the cellar of the bad fella!
[ 5 ]
Big Rex, has just witnessed the unbelievable splitting of the planet Earth, into two floating separate parts, if you can imagine it, they look like a big great fruit, cut in two, halves, maybe, perhaps with three or four miles of separation between the two!
The cause of this phenomenon, has been so far unknown, but has other worldly ramifications, in the forces of nature, and out side of it, and beyond, and the Universe it self. But, for now, the two halves, after tumultuous re-arrangements, shifting violently the continents, oceans and seas, now settle back, after both worlds, the upper Earth, and the lower Earth, were consumed in fires and destruction.
A totally unprecedented phenomenon is now occurring, slowly manifesting dualities double gangers everywhere! The few survivors, now face further challenges as they come to grips with having to confront, the opposites of themselves, an evil fractal duplicate, self similar, but is a diabolical evil being, that looks just like them! An army approaches and the army is you!
This is just an appetizer, compared to what is to come! In the midst of all this terror looming everywhere, is beauty! We see the thick smoggy, floating pale blueish gaseous clouds, floating upwards and twisting in the strange new currents of winds, streaming between the worlds like white on white cobwebs. These wispy strands, and bands like clouds, are a fantastic thing to witness.
They float high above in gloriously shimmering orange and white colored stratified cloud layers. All, shifting slowly between the upper and lower earths bearing witness to the new births. While down below, deep down below, glows in the twisted wreckage's of burnt blacken and melted together buildings, we see mystery. We see the cooling of the lava, slowly moving, brite reddish, lumps. Churning and bubbling, spattering high as if they had the hick ups.
These meandering lava flows of death, running where streets use to be. Where cities use to be! Where humanity use to be! The lava rivers are there, still belching out straight up, vertically like chimneys, white gaseous steams, we hear a voice. I have eyes, that sure enough , that just about have seen it all, at least that is what I thought, but, I never, never! Never in my life, in my wildest dreams could I imagine this madness, real, hot and smelly as it was!
The scale and breathe of the devastation was outside of words, there was none! Repulsive sights, could make you vomit! Could not be ignored. In life you know what you see is what you get! Over there the head of horse, over there a leg of man, sticking out of the mud. Hair without a head, eyes of the dead, under my foot is a tongue. Next to that, an old bell, that once wrung. Pages in the floating stinking black waters from an hymnbook that children, once happily sung. The humming days are dead.
Dead were buddies, friends and chums, then I saw it.
A Harley Davidson, parked like, like everything was as it was supposed to be.
It was a little dusty, but other than that, but how could this be? I looked else where, I was already shell shocked, to mocked shocked, by so many strange sights, to care about anybody, anything, live or dead, any more!
My heart heavy, my despondence grew, this I knew, it was wrong, to do what I was doing showing, show,empathy! I was supposed to feel nothing, impartiality?
I remember when I looked and remember a time, when there was peace. I remember when there was order.
I have seen the the coming of death.
I have seen the coming of evil.
Somehow, now people too, have divided into two, too!
A duality of the one split in two, manifesting into two separate beings. A good side and bad side, war is on the horizon and there's someone bad, very, very bad, someone is on his way, on this new brave horrendously dangerous planet. There is an evil me! Is that plausibility? What will happen? Which one of us fractals humans will survive? The questions that I have multiply, and the possibilities too, divide. They, like this day, are all very, very scary. Just too much for a domain, to restrain! To, Too, unthinkable!
Fractals are unthinkable unless you have math for blood.
For now as I look at my new surroundings for guidance to help me comprehend my fate and how it will end.
I hear in the winds something I no nothing of, a voice whispering wohim wohimmemanha caoducks, the Ducks are , hhomiedacocto bucket, the Ducks, thid moo rhumba si, the Dusk are mnf comba ha hitasata.
The Ducks are coming!
Oh my god, "The Ducks are coming!"
I thought I was comfortably, situated, but the wavelet convolution, I am on, apparently has experienced a glitch in its frequency!
I, I, I should not be, be affected, but, somehow I too am, am conflicted, me a Digtaslsometbetrodic being, my feelings, I should have none! I have my empathy button turned on, when it should be set to off!
This should not be, not me, personally affected, but what's happening, as a witness cerebralspastically fluctuating being, but as it seems, as the Fracto psychoacoustic, or what is called, branches of psychology concerned with the perception of sound and its physiological effects, complexities now have begun. It seems it's affected him, and affected one? It seem damages are not limited, but unbelievably extend to, investigatory distance observers too? And me?
The bifurcation of the mentality of the protagonist personalities have mixed?
I shutter, double shutter to think, if that is true, the unworldly influences that broke amidst the mayhem, and that permeated, have such enormous power, it's visual, physicality's and its collections of powerful atom transdenominational, electronidoshozsetrodic, interrmolectuals affects all, the outpost of any program, live or other wise, that is enabled to think? And that included, dare say I, me?
Should I discontinue?
Me, my essence , my senses, my mind shook by it all, felt like I, and despite my credentials and years of experience working in techo-celebraltransmigrational voyeurisms, my mission stands, my interests in this trip, has blown outs my frequencies, and now, now the wavelets unstable, and my mentality too it seems. I struggled to maintain it, but it felt like, like I was on a pogo stick. In and out of this reality. Reality, this reality? Was it, or wasn't it a malady, I was in this reality? Anyway, fed up, I ? Yes! Yes! But, able gable sable, despite it all, the phenomenon's spill over effect, tougher, for facts to be, be precise, back, said I optimistically, not a drop, of truth, joins my senses, cause every feelings go blurry, in a hurry, so it makes me sorry, but look at the fragments, of his memories, seared, and thoughts, interactively, floored me, and met me, in the air. Puzzled, disappointed, yes, but then, I sense he's his presence near, I sensed it! I sensed it! I sensed it! It was it! The culprit!
And, I felt the brush on my face, an underweight, if you please breeze, and without prompting of the catalysis actuating the sitting frequency of consequentiality pertinent , without inhibitors, I began to hear his desperate unconnected ramblings. His word, his words, and it sounded ungrounded and it was him, I knew it! It was him. I looked around, there, way, way down a thousand feet away, or more, sitting right up against the hull to this partially buried boat, the size of building, sticking out of mud of the earth. It was him, sitting in it shadow. It was him alright! Wearing his ghost coat, his ghost cowboy hat, the man rat, and in his hand, he held his riffle, too! He was, he looked the same, but was he? Double in trouble, or was it I?
My, self, I categorically stood firm, of my targeting of him! I snook up closer, well, despite the fact, after all that happen him, he still discounted it all, smiling after that big mental fall, and he sounded as mad, as he did, before. He said ,speaking to himself out, out, out loud of his mind. He said, I going get this shit working, this fire gotta fire, burn, so whats this gonna do, and then, I saw him. He gets up, walks a few steps and drag some tree branches, that are still smoldering, and he configured a sort of campfire, and sat his backside back down and then suddenly began to cry! He cried, and cried! Surprise, to see a big bad man like that cry! Not I! But his heart, his red hot heart, with the fear in it, got, this way, because of this day, this hellish day, that will burn way, into the fiber of compositions of his memories till is dies and is no more! I can't blame him!
He seems in the crosshairs of surrealities forth coming ducks! He sounded familiar to me, since I started studying him. The smell of gasoline and other chemicals, wafering, lingering in the, in the air, as he sat there, then I moved, as I only can, in my present state, can I? I can, and did, augmenting my capacity, got closer, got still closer, cause I wanted to be able to record his words, his thoughts, cause I knew, what he did not! So I got closer, still. Then and spied him. He unaware of me there, comfortable with his madness, began once more, to talk and bubble absurdities.
I grabs her up, he mumbled in his quant rough cowboy style, way of talking, accented slant of the english speech, long gone. I grabs it up, these loose woods, he said, I built my self this here campfire, why? Why not? And, I takes my frying pan out, and reaches in to my saddle bag. And from the gold I stole, I pulls out just one gold bar, just one, and plunks it down, in to this here hot pot that I got! I watched it get hot, boil and melt! He said rocking his head, backwards and forewords, like a bad crazy kid on drugs, but he wasn't of drugs, his mind was, he was hallucinating, and enjoyed laughing to lesson the tension, he laughed and laugh : Ha, ha, ha,hahaha, Reminds me of what just happen to me.
And my world, ha, ha, ha,ha, ha , ha year, yep! Me? Me don't gotta wait! Wait? I don't have to wait, for there, right there the corner of my eye, I spots one. And I swoops it up. I don't think anything dead or alive, that goes through what I just went through today, can blame me, if I plays games in an effort, to try not get, more crazy, than I am ready, am I?
I scoops up another, and drops it in the this container, where I keep em, till I am ready! Ha, ha, ha, ha,aha, ha, ha! In his madness he took a liking to his new fiends, roaches and bugs all kinds that seemed to have survived along with us too! He took a stick and scraped them up, one by one, in to this glass jar he had, and close the top back up and shook them, playfully back and forth, back and forth. Looking at these captured odd ball trophies. I hold, em till I am ready, then I wait till the gold in the pot is nice and hot, is thick and creamy like creamy gold soup!
My gold, my god, my lord, my gold, don't have no more value now, that life as I knew it, ain't no more! He yelled out at they top of his lungs, this new truth," Life as I knows it, ain't no more! No more, nooooooo moreeeee! " then he gather back his wits, breathe deeply cried a little more, breathed , looked around and then back down in to the pot!
And whispered, so what, so, so wha , so what, what possibly use could gold, be for me, now, only thing left to do with it, is play with it, if not to play with?
Questions and of course no answers, no alternatives, said the man and broke, broke down again and cried!
Well stay tuned, it's me Madcow Sammy, I am a going boy, as fast as I can! This stuff is getting plenty heavy for my head, I just might have to tweet Toni! I gotta go, I got another tweet bye, bye, adios, adieu, abschied, 告別 ,告别 ,작별, 別れ ,Прощай ,الوداع ,veda , addio ,Żegnaj, bye bye, to da loo!
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