As they cont8inued forward the tunnel cleared up and became smooth again. They could other groups going by in a blur, not clear enough to make out any details. They were caught up in different currents of time.
"Don't worry about them," said Mike, there are millions of people and guides in here at any given time."
It seemed like an enormous time had passed when Mike stopped. "Are any of you tired and hungry? he asked.
"Yeah!" was the chorus.
As they followed Mike through the side of the tunnel, they entered a large dining hall. There were hundreds of people sitting around eating, drinking and making merry.
"This is a safe house and we will rest here for a while." informed Mike.
As they sat down, the waiter came over to take their order. All of them ordered Jack Daniels bourbon and tried to forget the last few days. Tom and Rip looked around and saw a couple of women sitting in a nearby booth. They walked over and struck up a conversation with them. Rip ordered a bottle of Jack Daniels and they got acquainted. Evidently the women had been lonely for a while also.
Jack was afraid of women and steered clear of them. He was becoming increasingly depressed by this. The fact that Corporal Shirah had removed his legs did not help. His depression was beginning to turn to anger and was directed to everyone. Mike could sense this and knew that he had to take him home soon. He did not like what was going to happen but there was nothing he could do to stop it. After all he had his orders.
"Come on gang, time to go." and Mike got up to leave. As they left the safe room Jack felt a sense of foreboding. It was if he knew he was loosing his friends and would never see them again. He did wish that he had the courage to beat the shit out of the Corporal for what he had done, but he did not. He would regret that for the rest of his life.
"Here you are Jack, right back where you stared." said Mike with apprehension. "Go through the door and we will wait for you. Don't forget where you went in."
Jack opened the door and stepped into Whitechapel London, in 1988. Jack was not surprised. It was just as he remembered it. A dark street with just a few gaslights casting shadows all around. A creepy place that would bring panic to someone not used to it. Then he saw her walking out of the shadows headed his way.
"Hey stranger" she tried to be cheerful, but Jack's appearance made that impossible. A small thin man with a long body and short legs and arms did not bring forth the usual "Hey handsome" that other John's got.
That incensed Jack and he reached out instinctively with his long knife and sliced her throat. The blood gushed everywhere. It struck Jack in the face and mouth and he drank it down as quick as he could. This drove him wild and he cut her from the throat to her crotch. The gurgling of blood from her slit throat made him giddy with excitement. He had an immediate hard on and came in his pants. He liked it. The smell of her opened bowels was like a drug and he could not get enough. He took his knife and sliced off her breasts, Rubbing them on his face the blood oozed onto his skin. When the nipple entered his mouth he came again. Her screams mixed with his sexual grunts had cause a commotion. As neighbors came rushing him with pitchforks and axes, Jack stumbled backward and landed in the tunnel.
"Jack, you know you will have to do this several more times." said Mike.
"I can't wait! exclaimed Jack.
Rip and Orson were devastated by what their friend had done. Corporal Shirah was as excited as Jack and his face was flushed red with sexual excitement. Tom was disgusted and angry. He had seen enough killing in the war. He didn't like it then and he certainly did not like this.
"Mike, can't we keep him in the tunnel with us until he gets over this spell he is under? asked Tom
"We can and will, but he will escape from time to time."
They turned and walked up the tunnel.
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Rip's Adventure (continuing)
Mike walked over to Jack and wrapped him in an odd looking blanket for a few moments. The blood stopped and Jack's face began to look better. The life was coming back into him. When Mike pulled the blanket off him, his wounds were healed, but his legs were still gone.
"Looks like I will have to learn to walk like the rest of you now." he said.
Mike turned to walk off and the five followed him. The air was alive with the crackle of electrical charges and the visual field was fractured. After a few steps, everything cleared up. They were in a light filled tunnel that stretched out as far as they could see. The height was taller than even the mightiest of Oaks. It seemed that all sound was muffled and movement was at a stand still. Moving was easy and effortless, but in slow motion. The effect was dizzying to Rip and he had to stop for a moment and squat with his head between his knees. The others were glad for that short break. They could clear their heads without being the weak one.
"What is this place?" Jack asked.
"Yeah?" chimed in Rip
"This is a planetary highway," answered Mike, "In here we can cover vast distances in little or no time."
"How does that work?" asked Orson.
"In here time is like a river, fluid and alive. If you know how to navigate it, and I do, you can go into the past, present or future." replied Mike. "The possibilities are endless. The past, present or future have infinite dimensions, depending on where we go in or out."
As they walked and talked, they noticed the side gradually change from smooth & shiny conduit to a rough and broken rock wall with steep broken fissures running up and down. They began to hear children crying and screaming. When they looked up they could see them being thrown over the cliffs. Some were able to slide down the fissures, but most were not in control at all. As they hit the bottom there were broken bones and death. The ones left alive screamed as others were thrown over.
"Keep your heads down and don't look up!" exclaimed Mike.
"Why?" they all asked in unison.
"That is pure evil up there, and if those spirits see you, I can't protect you."
Tom could not help himself. Those poor kids needed help and he was gonna give it. He was not at all prepared for what he saw at the summit. There were three of them looking at him. One was white faced in a black robe and hood. The hatred in his red eyes was undeniable. The other was red with no clothes at all. For a moment Tom felt a sense of relief, but that died away when he saw the evil black eyes. Then he could see that the third was a mix of the other two. They were all one, joined together at the chest. The air was dark and thick around them smelling of sulfur and making it hard to breathe. Tom felt fear for the first time in his life and he did not like it.
"I'll be right back." he said in a determined voice.
He started up the steep hill. It was easy going at first, so he felt pretty good. About three quarters of the way up the rocks turned into loose sand. The beast was sitting like a vulture, looking at him in astonishment. No one had ever tried to reach them before, and this was making them nervous. Almost within reach of the summit, the loose sand became slippery mud that sucked his feet down. Tom was in a struggle for his life now. Heroically he pulled himself up and onto the hard surface at the top of the cliff. The beast threw evil at him with all they had. Tom ducked, jumped, bounced and dodged it all without getting hit. The more they missed, the more that they tried. Years of inactivity had made them slow in movement and that worked to Tom's advantage. He grabbed a stone and hurled it with all his might. The stone struck the beast in the chest where they were all joined together. The sudden jolt startled the three headed beast. The surrounding air went dark and lightening struck at Tom's feet knocking him to the bottom of the cliff. When he awoke, the beast was gone. Mike and the others rushed over to offer him help.
"Are you ok?" asked Rip.
"Yeah, just let me get my shit pulled back into a pile."
"I have never seen anything like that in my life!" exclaimed Mike with wonder in his voice. "You are indeed a credit to your warrior race."
"Thanks Mike, Where did they go?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure they will be back."
"Let's help the kids." said Orson.
When they looked around, the kids could not be found anywhere.
"Let's hope thy don't encounter the beast again. Looks like they have been trapped here for a while going over and over this trap." said Mike.
"Let's get the hell out of here!" exclaimed Corporal Shirah.
"Don't be in such a hurry Corporal." said Mike. "Where you are going is a hell of a lot worse. For you and Millions of others."
Corporal Shirah was a afraid to ask any questions. Little did he know that Mike was telling the truth and not just trying to frighten him. What does Mike know, he thought to himself?
"Looks like I will have to learn to walk like the rest of you now." he said.
Mike turned to walk off and the five followed him. The air was alive with the crackle of electrical charges and the visual field was fractured. After a few steps, everything cleared up. They were in a light filled tunnel that stretched out as far as they could see. The height was taller than even the mightiest of Oaks. It seemed that all sound was muffled and movement was at a stand still. Moving was easy and effortless, but in slow motion. The effect was dizzying to Rip and he had to stop for a moment and squat with his head between his knees. The others were glad for that short break. They could clear their heads without being the weak one.
"What is this place?" Jack asked.
"Yeah?" chimed in Rip
"This is a planetary highway," answered Mike, "In here we can cover vast distances in little or no time."
"How does that work?" asked Orson.
"In here time is like a river, fluid and alive. If you know how to navigate it, and I do, you can go into the past, present or future." replied Mike. "The possibilities are endless. The past, present or future have infinite dimensions, depending on where we go in or out."
As they walked and talked, they noticed the side gradually change from smooth & shiny conduit to a rough and broken rock wall with steep broken fissures running up and down. They began to hear children crying and screaming. When they looked up they could see them being thrown over the cliffs. Some were able to slide down the fissures, but most were not in control at all. As they hit the bottom there were broken bones and death. The ones left alive screamed as others were thrown over.
"Keep your heads down and don't look up!" exclaimed Mike.
"Why?" they all asked in unison.
"That is pure evil up there, and if those spirits see you, I can't protect you."
Tom could not help himself. Those poor kids needed help and he was gonna give it. He was not at all prepared for what he saw at the summit. There were three of them looking at him. One was white faced in a black robe and hood. The hatred in his red eyes was undeniable. The other was red with no clothes at all. For a moment Tom felt a sense of relief, but that died away when he saw the evil black eyes. Then he could see that the third was a mix of the other two. They were all one, joined together at the chest. The air was dark and thick around them smelling of sulfur and making it hard to breathe. Tom felt fear for the first time in his life and he did not like it.
"I'll be right back." he said in a determined voice.
He started up the steep hill. It was easy going at first, so he felt pretty good. About three quarters of the way up the rocks turned into loose sand. The beast was sitting like a vulture, looking at him in astonishment. No one had ever tried to reach them before, and this was making them nervous. Almost within reach of the summit, the loose sand became slippery mud that sucked his feet down. Tom was in a struggle for his life now. Heroically he pulled himself up and onto the hard surface at the top of the cliff. The beast threw evil at him with all they had. Tom ducked, jumped, bounced and dodged it all without getting hit. The more they missed, the more that they tried. Years of inactivity had made them slow in movement and that worked to Tom's advantage. He grabbed a stone and hurled it with all his might. The stone struck the beast in the chest where they were all joined together. The sudden jolt startled the three headed beast. The surrounding air went dark and lightening struck at Tom's feet knocking him to the bottom of the cliff. When he awoke, the beast was gone. Mike and the others rushed over to offer him help.
"Are you ok?" asked Rip.
"Yeah, just let me get my shit pulled back into a pile."
"I have never seen anything like that in my life!" exclaimed Mike with wonder in his voice. "You are indeed a credit to your warrior race."
"Thanks Mike, Where did they go?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure they will be back."
"Let's help the kids." said Orson.
When they looked around, the kids could not be found anywhere.
"Let's hope thy don't encounter the beast again. Looks like they have been trapped here for a while going over and over this trap." said Mike.
"Let's get the hell out of here!" exclaimed Corporal Shirah.
"Don't be in such a hurry Corporal." said Mike. "Where you are going is a hell of a lot worse. For you and Millions of others."
Corporal Shirah was a afraid to ask any questions. Little did he know that Mike was telling the truth and not just trying to frighten him. What does Mike know, he thought to himself?
Friday, August 30, 2013
The Mighty Oak
Apple trees produce apples, orange trees produce oranges, pecan trees produce pecans. Cherry trees produce cherries & Walnut trees produce wall nuts. So why do Oak trees produce acorns? Shouldn't they produce oakrons? Or maybe change the name of Oak to Acorn.
Friday, August 9, 2013
Friday, August 2, 2013
Psalm 91
King James Version (KJV)
91 He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
2 I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.3 Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence.
4 He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.
5 Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day;
6 Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.
7 A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.
8 Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked.
9 Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation;
10 There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.
11 For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.
12 They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.
13 Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder: the young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample under feet.
14 Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him: I will set him on high, because he hath known my name.
15 He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honour him.
16 With long life will I satisfy him, and shew him my salvation.
King James Version (KJV) by Public Domain
Psalm 91 X
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Running Boy
I reworked the boy running on the painting Dirt Road. I am happier with this one. Acrylic on paper.
Suicide Demon
Here's that old demon
created with corrupt semen.
Coming in close, calling his name, Jack
smiling while slapping me on the back,
as if I am a friend.
When all he wants is my life's end
I thought I had this licked
but, now is the time he has picked,
to come back with all his might
to give me such a fright.
He is a cowardly turd
coming at me with more than a word.
Reminding me of the day,
when we watched our children play.
Our daughters, two,
turned their backs on me and you.
Our life to them we devoted,
now our hearts, they have exploded.
Who would have thought
that their love could be bought
by lies and deception.
All now is the perception
of a life of waste,
given up in such a haste.
All is gone wrong,
I wish that I could sing a song
and kill this sorry shit.
With a powerful hit
between his cold dark eyes
and end his stupid lies.
I would cover his body with a giant boil
and set him on fire with Chinese castor oil.
I would let all to a better life pass
but not his sorry ass.
created with corrupt semen.
Coming in close, calling his name, Jack
smiling while slapping me on the back,
as if I am a friend.
When all he wants is my life's end
I thought I had this licked
but, now is the time he has picked,
to come back with all his might
to give me such a fright.
He is a cowardly turd
coming at me with more than a word.
Reminding me of the day,
when we watched our children play.
Our daughters, two,
turned their backs on me and you.
Our life to them we devoted,
now our hearts, they have exploded.
Who would have thought
that their love could be bought
by lies and deception.
All now is the perception
of a life of waste,
given up in such a haste.
All is gone wrong,
I wish that I could sing a song
and kill this sorry shit.
With a powerful hit
between his cold dark eyes
and end his stupid lies.
I would cover his body with a giant boil
and set him on fire with Chinese castor oil.
I would let all to a better life pass
but not his sorry ass.
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