29 July 2011
18 July 2011
Ah ha...
I woke up this morning at 6am to a tree limb through my car roof, glass and metal looking like someone opened up a 12 gauge inside my vehicle.. Later I listened to a woman with rhinestones in the sole of her foot complain about her two boyfriends and her five children.. Does this mean anything?
Glancing over my shoulder at the way I have come, the darkened street, I shift the weight to my other hand... that familiar weight.. comforting.. disconcerting.. friend.. Eyes forward now... focus.. walk.. find and follow the tracks.. there is too much to do..
"DARK. Sinking the shovel into the wet earth, he snickered to himself. How cleaver a man he was. He had fooled the devil himself and now was about to walk away the richest man in this shitthole. Not only clever, but strong too. When the devil had found out about his plan, he had set that big fucker on him. His grin returned. He had thrashed him good. They would think twice before crossing.. crossing.. he stopped. He couldn't remember his own name. However odd that may have been, it did not stop him for more than a few seconds. He shrugged off that instability and continued to dig. He had showed all of them. He had taken the forbidden fruit right off the tree, then gone back for seconds. The rain had picked up past a drizzle. He bent and dug faster at the thought of getting on with his new life as a king in this country of beggars. He felt like laughing. Once he was finished digging this hole he would fetch the boxes and be on his way. He had left his prizes in a safe place. He couldn't remember where but that did not matter right now. He would find them. He would show them. He just had to finish this hole. He pace slowed again. Another thing that struck him as odd. Why was he digging this hole? He stopped and stood up straight to survey his work. He was standing stomach deep in a hole that was just over five feet long and around a foot and a half across. As hard as he tried, he could not remember why he had began this hole. It was then, at that moment, the small trickle of fear poisoned the well of his thoughts. He tried to slow his breathing. Tried to retrace his steps. THUNDER. Right over head. THINK DAMMIT!! WHY ARE YOU HEAR?
'Work like that sure does develop a powerful thirst.'
The voice startled him so much, he pissed himself. He spun around, wielding the shovel like a club. He knew who it was though he did not want to believe it.
'Can I offer you something to drink?'
He was the only one who could drink that shit. Tasted like rot to him.
'So you have nothing to say now? Why only a few days ago you were more than anxious to bend my ear to your bullshit. I suppose you reached the limit of you mental capacity.'
He was trying really hard to think of something, anything that could keep him alive. On top of that, why was he in this goddammn hole? His eyes darted around looking for that big fucker Body. He was out there. He was always out there.
'I did not mean to interrupt your task at hand. Please continue. I can wait'
'I think I am done with... whatever it is I was doing.' he managed to stutter. He gained a little confidence. 'I hope your big friend wasn't too banged up.'
He could see the gold glint of his teeth, indicating a smile, 'Oh his face told a story, but not the one you intended it to. You have gone above and beyond what I expected of you. I found all your handiwork. Every little bit. I must say you showed your true colors. Let me be the fly in your ointment though and ask you this. How much do you remember? Still can't figure out why you are here? Or where you left my property? Or your own name?' He paused. 'Do you even remember how you got here?'
He had lowered the shovel. He had lost feeling in his jaw, causing his mouth to slack open. The only thing he could remember was the devil standing over him at the edge of this goddamn hole, holding a bottle of that rattler whiskey. He was shaking. Why couldn't he think?
'I think we have wasted enough time, don't you?'
The devil turned his back to him. He wanted to scream at him and bring that shovel down on his head, but he couldn't. All he could do was stand there, slack jawed and stupid. He started to gargle something in an effort to speak when the impact threw him forward against the edge of his hole. His chest hit the wall of mud, snapping his head forward like a rag doll. After such a sudden bit of violence, everything seemed so still. As he slowly slid down the wall into the mud of his hole, he thought he heard the hiss of a snake behind him. He hoped he would have a big breakfast tomorrow. He always like a bi g b r eak f st .
The rain on the hot gun barrel gave off a hiss as steam mixed with smoke of the 10 gauge. Body stood silent, breathing hard as always, and watched as He uncorked the bottle and dumped the remaining whiskey and the dead snake into the hole. Body shouldered the 10 gauge and waited. Life was leaving. Death remained.
'Get down in there and take what is mine.'
Body holstered the 10 gauge on his back and jumped down into the hole. Pulling his knife, he tore open the shirt and went to work on the rat's back. He hit bone, broke it, he hit lungs, punctured. Elbow deep now in the corpse, he found what he was looking for and pulled. He wrapped the warm object in leather and climbed out of the hole. He was already saddled up on the horses by the time Body made it back to their horses. He packed his bundle into one of the saddlebags and swung up onto his horse.
'Almost.'
Don't care."
Glancing over my shoulder at the way I have come, the darkened street, I shift the weight to my other hand... that familiar weight.. comforting.. disconcerting.. friend.. Eyes forward now... focus.. walk.. find and follow the tracks.. there is too much to do..
"DARK. Sinking the shovel into the wet earth, he snickered to himself. How cleaver a man he was. He had fooled the devil himself and now was about to walk away the richest man in this shitthole. Not only clever, but strong too. When the devil had found out about his plan, he had set that big fucker on him. His grin returned. He had thrashed him good. They would think twice before crossing.. crossing.. he stopped. He couldn't remember his own name. However odd that may have been, it did not stop him for more than a few seconds. He shrugged off that instability and continued to dig. He had showed all of them. He had taken the forbidden fruit right off the tree, then gone back for seconds. The rain had picked up past a drizzle. He bent and dug faster at the thought of getting on with his new life as a king in this country of beggars. He felt like laughing. Once he was finished digging this hole he would fetch the boxes and be on his way. He had left his prizes in a safe place. He couldn't remember where but that did not matter right now. He would find them. He would show them. He just had to finish this hole. He pace slowed again. Another thing that struck him as odd. Why was he digging this hole? He stopped and stood up straight to survey his work. He was standing stomach deep in a hole that was just over five feet long and around a foot and a half across. As hard as he tried, he could not remember why he had began this hole. It was then, at that moment, the small trickle of fear poisoned the well of his thoughts. He tried to slow his breathing. Tried to retrace his steps. THUNDER. Right over head. THINK DAMMIT!! WHY ARE YOU HEAR?
'Work like that sure does develop a powerful thirst.'
The voice startled him so much, he pissed himself. He spun around, wielding the shovel like a club. He knew who it was though he did not want to believe it.
'Can I offer you something to drink?'
He was the only one who could drink that shit. Tasted like rot to him.
'So you have nothing to say now? Why only a few days ago you were more than anxious to bend my ear to your bullshit. I suppose you reached the limit of you mental capacity.'
He was trying really hard to think of something, anything that could keep him alive. On top of that, why was he in this goddammn hole? His eyes darted around looking for that big fucker Body. He was out there. He was always out there.
'I did not mean to interrupt your task at hand. Please continue. I can wait'
'I think I am done with... whatever it is I was doing.' he managed to stutter. He gained a little confidence. 'I hope your big friend wasn't too banged up.'
He could see the gold glint of his teeth, indicating a smile, 'Oh his face told a story, but not the one you intended it to. You have gone above and beyond what I expected of you. I found all your handiwork. Every little bit. I must say you showed your true colors. Let me be the fly in your ointment though and ask you this. How much do you remember? Still can't figure out why you are here? Or where you left my property? Or your own name?' He paused. 'Do you even remember how you got here?'
He had lowered the shovel. He had lost feeling in his jaw, causing his mouth to slack open. The only thing he could remember was the devil standing over him at the edge of this goddamn hole, holding a bottle of that rattler whiskey. He was shaking. Why couldn't he think?
'I think we have wasted enough time, don't you?'
The devil turned his back to him. He wanted to scream at him and bring that shovel down on his head, but he couldn't. All he could do was stand there, slack jawed and stupid. He started to gargle something in an effort to speak when the impact threw him forward against the edge of his hole. His chest hit the wall of mud, snapping his head forward like a rag doll. After such a sudden bit of violence, everything seemed so still. As he slowly slid down the wall into the mud of his hole, he thought he heard the hiss of a snake behind him. He hoped he would have a big breakfast tomorrow. He always like a bi g b r eak f st .
The rain on the hot gun barrel gave off a hiss as steam mixed with smoke of the 10 gauge. Body stood silent, breathing hard as always, and watched as He uncorked the bottle and dumped the remaining whiskey and the dead snake into the hole. Body shouldered the 10 gauge and waited. Life was leaving. Death remained.
'Get down in there and take what is mine.'
Body holstered the 10 gauge on his back and jumped down into the hole. Pulling his knife, he tore open the shirt and went to work on the rat's back. He hit bone, broke it, he hit lungs, punctured. Elbow deep now in the corpse, he found what he was looking for and pulled. He wrapped the warm object in leather and climbed out of the hole. He was already saddled up on the horses by the time Body made it back to their horses. He packed his bundle into one of the saddlebags and swung up onto his horse.
'Almost.'
Don't care."
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