Friday, February 8, 2013


14

Claire de lune, moonlight.  Peaceful to the ears.  They keys being hit, the colors intermingling, the lights ring out with tune.  Fish in the air, monkeys underwater.

            “Glad to see you awake, Danielle.  How are you feeling?,”  he asks her, while gripping on the steering wheel, tightly.

            “Oh, I’m sorry” he jumps in his seat, “Hi, I’m Chris, Chris Oetzi.  You may not remember me, but I know all about you Danielle.”

            “What’s wrong Danielle?  I am your friend.  Me and you, we are both alike.  Not like soul mates, but we are the chosen ones.  Ever since you were a baby, man that was so long ago, I remember seeing you, so small on the gurney in the spaceships.”

            “To Austin.  It’s a beautiful town, and I think you should see it one last time.”, he says nonchalantly.

            “Dani, you have lots of questions that need answers.  So let me start with simple ones first.  You are not experiencing hallucinations.  These creature are not a figment of your imagination.  No matter what amount of mind-altering substances you are on, and I feel for you, for what you’ve seen tonight must be horrible in the state you are in.  These beings, or monsters as you described them, are beings from space.  Aliens.  From what space, I can’t tell you, because I don’t know myself-“

            “Is it a dance move?”

            “Not necessarily.  They may come from the heavens, but they care about us.  So they have been studying us humans for the past 20,000 years and especially in the last hundred years, they have been choosing the best specimens to relocate to this new Earth.”

            “You, Dani, you are one of the chosen ones.  The aliens are here for you.  It’s the same with me.  They are here for me, just like they are here for many others.”

            “Danielle,” spoke Chris softly, “there come times in your life, when you might not like to, but you have to accept the facts.  Its like that old adage, ‘sometimes to finish something, one must go against everything to have it accomplished’ or like when you ask why the sky appears blue?  Why love hurts so much with the loss of a loved one.  Sometimes you have to accept life on life’s terms.  Do you understand?

            Danielle, looking out the passenger window, she sees the sun-rays come over the hills, and to her that is peaceful.

            They drove on, while Chris and Danielle sat in silence.  Danielle thought and thought and saw icicles form in the corners of her mind.  They got too heavy with sun-light and they fell back to earth, crashing and breaking into millions of crystals.

            Danielle already had her hand on the handle before Chris pulled to a halt.

            “No matter how far you run away from destiny, fate will always catch up with you.”

13

            I had wicked thoughts.  Ugly fantasies running through my head.  I thought every girl hated me and every boy wanted to have sex with me.

            We got to his apartment complex and I needed help walking up those stairs to his apartment.  Imagine, this medium build guy carrying a girl that looked like she had just been saved from a Jewish Death Camp, well that was me.  Spent, emaciated, limp, weak, crazy.  It’s funny how we can look back on our past lives and poke fun of it.  If I can’t do that, then I can’t take any criticism on my part.

            Sometime near the morning, I felt hands over my body.  At first I thought it was Ross trying to get a feel.  I knew I could push him away and not worry about a thing.  Shit I was tired.  I pushed the hands away.  Then I felt them again. “Fuck Ross, I’m not in the mood,” I moaned through my teeth.  I felt hands all over my body.  My thighs, my arms, my breasts, my face, my ears, my feet.  I don’t know if it was groping or rubbing, but I got fed up.  I finally opened my eyes to a surprise.

            There I was laying in bed, on my back, and there were two aliens, one holding my legs down and the other on my right side, inserting a needle in my arm.  It wasn’t a hypodermic needle, but rather a large syringe and I don’t know if they were inserting or drawing up liquid.  I, of course, began to fidget in bed and I began to cry out for  Ross, but no words were coming out.  There were many moans once again that I expressed in that horror room.

I still don’t know if I dreamt this situation or if it actually happened.  Why would my uncle be there, even when he was dead.  And aliens, why would they be there.  Why had I always dreamed of them.  Ever since I was a kid, I remember seeing these beings around me.  What is they want?  With me?  Do I have something special? Am I special?  I don’t know the answers to these life’s mysteries.  Sometimes I wonder about all these experiences of mine and I am confused about what to think.  What did I do to deserve this?  How is it my fault?  You know, it’s better to get high sometimes.  To deal with these questions, these problems, these worries, well, a shot was the best solution.

12

Symposium – a social gathering at which there is free interchange of ideas, a formal meeting at which several specialists deliver short addresses on a topic or related topics, a collection of opinions on a subject

Dr. Wiggington – If he had sideburns, I would diagnose him as a confused young man, unsure of his sexuality.

Dr. Tames – Who talketh, walketh the scoffeth.

Dr. Reavis – All right, all right, lets begin this.  Let me take roll.  In no particular order. 

Dr. Reavis – Dr. Reavis… oh, that’s me, Here and last, but certainly not least, Dr. Tames.

Dr. Gonzalez – Let me say my piece first.  As all of you know, I have been on several missions to the canals of the deep pacific.  I have seen all kinds of life down there.  There are many beautiful life forms on this planet.  We all come from organisms and bacteria.  When life began here on Earth, it was not God who made us in his own image.  But rather it was the right temperature.  We, as earthlings, are a fluke of the universe.  Life is not a miracle, but the human brain, most definitely is, if there is such a things as miracles.  How is it, that we lonely apes, because we did in fact evolve from primates, were able to invent language.  We even went further with language for we had uses for it.  How is it that a person can write words to communicate with someone else.  Let us look at communication.  That is very much an earthling invention.

If aliens exist, I believe water would destroy these beings, because water to a life form, is a very alien thing.  Only on this planet, does water exist.  In this whole universe, there is not one planet, who’s gasses have evolved into water, that ever great life-bringer.  Science proves that water has created life, so how can life be elsewhere, if water does not exist elsewhere, or rather, cannot exist in this universe.  Perhaps in a black hole, with anti-matter, but that is heading in the realm of mathematics and physics, and I only know of the biology and geology and mariners of ancient lore.

If aliens exist, I believe water would destroy these beings, because water to a life form, is a very alien thing.  Only on this planet, does water exist.  In this whole universe, there is not one planet, who’s gasses have evolved into water, that ever great life-bringer.  Science proves that water has created life, so how can life be elsewhere, if water does not exist elsewhere, or rather, cannot exist in this universe.  Perhaps in a black hole, with anti-matter, but that is heading in the realm of mathematics and physics, and I only know of the biology and geology and mariners of ancient lore.

Dr. Tames – Get off his piece now.  Why doesn’t someone lighten this place up and enlighten this etude.

Dr. Bruce – Let me go on.  I want to be the voice of reason in this haphazard talk we are undertaking.  As you all know, I am a mathematician.  I don’t believe in anything, unless it can be proven.  Why, the only truth I know, which is the only truth in the whole universe, has got to be the concept of two plus two.  No matter what, two plus two will always equal four.  If we are on Neptune, and an extra-terrestrial had two ships and then it had two more flying ships, the total is four.  The same on Earth, two rocks plus two more rocks will always come out to four rocks.  It will never be five rocks, nor will it be ten rocks.  Look at your hands, everybody, you got two fingers and you add two more fingers, this is so simple, what do you have?   Now, it may be called something else, wherever you go, be it Uranus, or Venus, but this four is universal.

Therefore, it is hard for me to believe in something which mathematics can disprove.  What Dr. Gonzalez was hinting at, was the mathematical formula known as Drake’s Equation.  This equation proves that life on this planet is a fluke.  God did not put us here.  God did not have a garden of Eden and made woman out of Adam’s rib.  No.  There is no life anywhere in the universe.  The universe is composed of gasses and energy.  Is energy life?  That is a question that philosophers have struggled with since the dawn of time.  And what has trying to figure out that question ever got the philosopher?  Nothing.  The philosopher either went insane from thinking too much, lived alone much of his/her life because it never got off its stoop of thinking, he let women live their lives without him.  What did they write, nothing but boring tracts where cogito ergo sum, seems to be the penultimate idea.  No, we most definitely are the only thinking race in this whole universe.  Only the human race could devise racism, only the human race could devise murder, only a human could love a human, for we humans are just too, I don’t know, what can you say, human?

Albeit, there are some diseases that can alter the human biology, just as well.  How is that possible, you might be asking yourselves?  Any of you doctors of high estimation ever come across a subject that had the Floe-jowls?  Any of you?  Naysayers beware.  This is a disease that transforms the patient’s epidermis into a crocodile-like species, which in the final stages, some patients have come out resembling the features of an alien.  The common alien;  the extra-terrestrial that is most described by all the nitwits and pundits in this society, from the shores of Tripoli, to the banks of the Hudson River, to the ends of the Nile, to the heights of the Himalayas.  You do know of what alien I am referring to;  the alien being that most of the people who have been abducted have claimed to have seen.  The being that is gray, about four feet tall, that comes and abducts them wherever they are, especially when they are sleeping.  Always when they are sleeping?  What is the deal?

Now, compare this report of sleep paralysis to a report of alien abduction, and when they are put side by side, you must be an ignorant person to dispute that these two occurrences do not seem similar.  Alien abductees report a state of paralysis, just as I have observed at the Sleeping Institute.  Alien abductees also report that they cannot speak, just like the subject who is under sleep paralysis.  Do you doctors see where I am going with this?

Aliens are not coming from Venus, Mars, or Uranus.  They are not from the Cancer Constellation, from some black holes, from under the sea.  They are not from the future coming to the past to see what went wrong.  They are not communicating with us, with crop circles, or megaliths, or pictures on the sides of mountains, or through petty abductions, because my fellow doctors, in the end, kidnapping is a petty crime

If perhaps, extra-terrestrials were coming to Earth, how would they communicate with us?  How would they convey messages to us?  I think the only way they can communicate with us, is by abducting humans.  They come to Earth, perform oral surgeries, anal probes, and other tests, that we find so horrible.  Its like this.  When we were kids, we all had magnifying glasses which we used to torture the ants with.  Don’t you remember?  What was the purpose of that?  We had the power, is the only reason I can think of today why we tortured those ants.  We humans are way bigger, thousand times bigger than the ants.  Therefore we could stomp and drown them, because we are the dominant species.

A planet full of primates, especially primates that can walk and talk and go into outer space, and write books, and add up two plus two, and play music, and tear down mountains, and kill off humanity.  All of us monkeys, with opposable thumbs, grabbing items, which no other animal on the planet can do.  But the most important of all our inventions, is the ability of speech.  There it is again, communication efforts.  Our speech is special, it is unique, as is our writing.  Out thought processes.  What makes a human write an autobiography.  We write and speak of ourselves, we idolize each other.  We watch television shows were we see beautiful humans and it pushes emotions in us that make us want to be beautiful like the humans we see on magazines or television.  That is something I can’t grasp, because we are all very beautiful, in a certain way, who has the ability, the gall to say this woman is more beautiful than this other one.  What sparks our brains to distinguish such ideas in our little heads?  Is the appearance of extra-terrestrials something that we humans need so we can realize that no one is more special than anybody else.  In the very end, my neighbor, my wife, my children, my mother, my father, my siblings, my ex-girlfriends, all of them, the president of the United States, Albert Einstein, A. Hitler, Glenn Gould, all of us, are simply monkeys.

Dr. Smith – Anyways, let me start off by saying, once again to get everyone in order again, that the whole existence of alien life forms are false.  They are fake.  They do not exist.  They are a figment of imagination.  From the writings of Haydon in the Aurora, Texas sightings, to the paintings of UFO’s above Mary Magdalene; aliens are nothing but a figment of our imagination.  Once one person, on drugs nonetheless, starts to see and reports alien abductions, it gets the ball rolling.  Others come forward, and they tell of how they too have been abducted.  They lift their stories of abductions from the people who are making them up.  They too want to feel special; they are just a copy of an original.  In our post-modern world, even our lives are lives that have already been lived; we are just usurping them because we have nothing else to do.  Therefore, these new victims of ‘aliens’ are also abducted while they are sleeping.

Now if you add the epidemic that is destroying our county, which is drugs, it makes these hallucinations a bit worse.  They become nightmares to the victim.  Where sleep deprivation only brings about dreams of abductions, a drug psychosis brings on the nightmares of kidnappings and anal probes and death.  People with insomnia, speak of horrors that they see daily, but you mix up drugs that don’t make you fall asleep, and bam, the psychosis only gets worse.  Mix up sleep deprivation and methamphetamines or opiates and you have people saying they are getting abducted nightly.

How is it that so many people around the world have the same visions?  These are people from all walks of life, people who we have tried to find a connection between them, and all we have found, all of us in the scientific community, have found nothing to link them together.  They have the same signs, from bright lights to missing time, same drawings of saucer-shaped ships to cigar looking vessels, same beings, which is the same picture thousands of people around the globe have drawn from their own memories, same abduction stories, where the abducted is picked up late at night, and prodded my several gray beings and also several troll looking ones, and they all seem to see the same alien.  How can people see the same creatures, night after night, describe the same tests, when these people don’t even know each other, much less they are separated by thousands of miles, from oceans to oceans, from one distant culture to another distant one. 

In short, the alien being, the gray being, the one who controls the spaceship, that creature has become, in our society, the new boogey-man.  There are no more stories that scare our children to sleep.  Gone is the tale of the werewolf on big full-moon nights.  The vampire, ha! he has become childish fodder, for he doesn’t scare people anymore, but rather people want to become the undead.  Our kids look in any mall, and you will see the remnants of a gothic culture.  And serial killers, well, there are so many now, that most of the time the person next door to you is so deviant that he or she is going out and participating in a killing spree, with anthrax, with snipers, with terroristic planes, you name it, and its been played out in our culture so much, it is no longer taboo. 

And since we are talking about taboo subjects and Satan, then what do any of you have to comment on the practicing of anal probes.  Why do so many abductees complain of getting anal probes?  Is our fecal matter that important to other species of life, is our dung so fascinating to E.T., that they must penetrate a phallus into our rectum for ‘research purposes’.  I don’t know, but to me, it looks like some of these abductees just want to be prodded anally.  Anal sex is still so taboo in the bedroom, that what if an alien, which is the equivalent of Satan, is just coming in our bedrooms late at night, to explore our sexual frustrations.  Is the alien, just a nice Satan, who comes and probes our humans anally?  My friends, my fellow colleague, just exactly who is reaching climax at these soirees.

These are deep sexual undertones, no pun intended, about the fact that many people do love anal sex.  Look at the Greeks, the Romans, the modern Indians, each of these cultures loved anal sex.  Depictions of sodomy are shown in pieces of pottery, frescoes, vases.  If the same idea was so open today, why my neighbors would have a coffee book filled with pictures of sodomy.  Somewhere along the way, sodomy became taboo, so our sexual minds, because all us humans, no matter if we are male or female, we all think of sex all day long.  Sodomy was a practice that was enjoyed among both sexes, but somewhere in history, it was outlawed, and the act became an act only deviants did.  The Christians had something to do with the death of sodomy, for having anal sex, become the bad way to have sex, because no impregnating of women was to occur.  Us humans, we love sex so much, we are the dominant species on our planet. 

My research however, has shown me, that many people on this Earth suffer from a bad case of Mass Hysteria.  Let me put it this way, if one person contracts an ailment, and this ailment garners much attention from many aspects of society, be it the television news, newsprint, senators, or just plain anybody, very shortly, others start to come out with the same symptoms, and they too get that national attention that puts them on the map, so to speak.  And if you give it some more time, before anyone knows it, a whole country could be affected with this ailment.

Or take for instance, the events of October 23, 2005.  At this date, one male passenger on a flight from Phoenix to Boston suddenly got ill on the airplane.  He complained and moaned that he had this illness that transpired from the free drink he got in his first class privileges.  Within the hour, the passengers in the third class flight, they too started to complain of having gushing sweats and feelings of immanent danger.  They too got a free drink from the flight attendant, so they had all got the same symptoms.  When the plane landed, it arrived at Atlanta early because the passengers were starting an uproar, and they wanted control of the air vessel; anyways, every passenger on the plane had to be taken to the E.R.  The following month all the passengers sued the airline, with a class-action lawsuit that centered on the free drinks that were passed around.

It takes one person to speak of how they were abducted.  Then they are the ‘stars’ of all these daytime and nighttime talk shows.  One person gets their fifteen minutes of fame, and then five million other people want to be famous too. Others start to feel as if they have been abducted also.  Of course the media intervenes, and we all know how much of an influence the media has on all of us television junkies. 

The media itself has to be the one aspect in society that gives us all these nightmares to feed us this alien mass hysteria.  Through the media, there are movies of aliens destroying the world, t-shirts of Roswell, New Mexico, television sit-coms and dramedy shows that are about extra-terrestrials.  Books about alien abduction, books that try to explain close encounter of the third kind to the public.  Every way one turns, there is an instance that people can read that says that alien life forms do exist.  And us the public, we eat it all, we ingest the information like the super-information highway, and we keep it in our heads, and late at night, we have nightmares, which start the mass hysteria, and before you know it, our children are having the same nightmares, our neighbors are now having the same dreams, because these nightmares are so frequent, we are no longer afraid of them anymore.  It is like the idea of Satan.  For thousands of years, Satan scared most people to be good citizens, but the more we dreamt him, the less evil he became, and in the end, Satan became an angel of God who wanted to be like his Father, but he was cast out because he could not be his own man.  We started to portray Satan as a man, and the more he became man, in the end, Satan was just another mad man on this Earth, and by that time, we humans knew how to imprison men with minds that evil.  Be it with prisons and bars, or prisons of the mind, we humans became doctors that knew how to take care of deranged individuals such as Satan.  Satan was no longer a boogey-man, so we had to find a new idea to scare us, and what better than a being from another world.  The alien is like Satan, the alien is not of this earth, the alien is at first evil, but the more we see the alien in print, the more comfortable we humans get with the idea of alien abduction.  This alien phenomenon will one day be nothing.  It will become like Satan, scary at first, but in the end a joke.  And this joke will not even be funny.

Dr. Smith – What’s that commotion outside?  Do you hear it?

Dr. Miller – NO!, it sounds like terror!

(the door to the room the professors are sitting in, collapses.  And in struts in, this four foot being, a gray, with large eyes and a ray gun is his hand)

 

ALIEN - ^^%?>%%@##~~`~`~

            ~~~`~~`~~~~~`

            (loud screams, followed by louder screams of help.  Minutes pass and the ALIEN walks out, leaving a room covered in blood and lifeless feet)

11

            Her thighs throbbed, her chest hurt, she had one mission in mind right now, that little house.

            What time was it?  How long had she been up?  Had she really seen people’s heads blow up.  She looked at her arms and saw the dried blood, like a dried up river-bed caked on her arms.

            “I can’t believe she left me.  And for that?  If I see her, I will shoot her mouth with my shotgun and stick this cane in her ass”  Quentin cried into the parlor room he stood in, pacing up and down the corridor, pushing pictures to the floor, leaving muddy footprints with each memory.

            Blake’s wife, Eve, came down the staircase, mad as hell, “Don’t you fuckers know I’m trying to sleep, so what if Cindy left you, she was a bitch.  And you know what they say about bitches!”

            Eve – “Yeah motherfucker, I dare you to say it and then you better run, cause Blake’s gonna bring out his 12 gauge and make you wish Jesus was in this room to bring you back to life.”

            A comet races into the atmosphere and for a split second, Danielle sees the view from Saturn, the pyramids on the moons, and she is running blindly around the monuments in her brain, faster than light, trying to catch up when her feet wind up back on Earth.

            “Why did you let him in?  You promised Blake, you promised you weren’t gonna hang out with that schizoid.  Do you wanna know why Cindy left Quentin, cause he is fucking crazy.  A crazy one.  All he does is go up and down, his emotions run him raw.”  Eve was saying as she was looking into Blake’s eyes.

            “I don’t give a fuck if he blows you better than me, but you’re a grown adult Blake, and there’s a point in your life when you have to leave your past behind.  I don’t care what crazy fun you had with him.  Would you like it if I called up Star and we went out.  No you wouldn’t.  That’s why I stay here, because I love you Blake.  I made a commitment to you, do you understand?”  Eve pleaded with Blake, while she repositioned her robe she had on.

            “Don’t yeah me”

            “You’re right Eve.  I have to cut him off.  I’ll go tell him he has to leave.”  Blake walked to the back door, with his tail tucked between his legs.  His balls had been cut off and Eve kept them beside the bed.  Blake really loved Eve.  Quentin’s never done half of what Eve’s done.  All Q’s done is get him in trouble.  He doesn’t need trouble anymore, but love.

            His thoughts running in all directions.  About who she’s sleeping with.  About finding Cindy with George.  About Cindy found in a bathtub, strangled.  Cindy getting married with another faceless guy.  Cindy kissing Thelma.  He takes a large pull on the marijuana cigarette.

            He’s blowing out smoke when he sees a rustle in the darkness.  At first he thinks it’s a deer, but its movements are so awkward.  He stands up and stares out into Blake’s backyard.  It’s a person, running towards the house.

            Its got hair all over its face, and dirt smudges all over her body.  If it wasn’t for her breasts being see-through, he would have thought it was a monster.

            “There’s these things after me, I don’t know what they are, but they look like aliens, they keep destroying everything and everybody who helps me.  So can I  please borrow your car,”  she said as if she had known these two guys for a number of years.  She stood there shivering between these two men, looking them in their eyes.  The men crouched down by the stare she was giving them, she demanded and she wanted.

            “I’m sick Eve, but not this sick,”  Quentin said breaking his gaze from Danielle to look directly at Eve.  He then looked back at Danielle, mesmerized by her dirty beauty.

            “Listen lady,”  Eve interrupted, “from the looks of it, that is all you need, is some sleep, but I’m not gonna allow you to borrow a car.  What do you think we are, stupid?  Now you better leave these premises or I’ll call the cops before you can tell us that Bigfoot raped you last night.  So do us all a favor and leave.”  Eve stood her ground, looked at Danielle and stared at her, not flinching or giving in to this weird girl.

            “Blake, either you get rid of these two degenerates right this minute, or I’m out of this house, and I’m out of your life.  I am tired to everyone with a problem coming to you for help.  Let the world figure out their own solutions,”  Eve screamed out;  her nostrils flared as big as they could get.

            Quentin revved up the engine and took off.  Then they both heard a thump on the top of the car.  It startled the both of them.  Over the front windshield, blood came pouring down.  Quentin stomped on the brakes which made Eve’s body plop down over the hood of the car and fly past into the darkness.

            “Thass the aliens.  They here to kill,”  Danielle said in a matter of fact manner.  She was tired of beating around the bush, she was just laying it all on the table now.  Quentin struggled with steering wheel as they drove over trees and rocks.  Quentin had it in 4-wheel drive and they were busy climbing the hill.

            Quentin, not knowing what to do, did the same as Danielle.  He jumped out and fell to the ground.  As he stood up, he struggled a bit on his ankle cause of the way he hit the ground,  he saw Danielle looking and signaling to him.  He began to limp towards the oak, when his truck fell on top of him

            “What is it you want?  Is it me?  I give up.  I give up.  I can’t do this anymore.  All night long you have been taking everybody, but me.  Its me you want, well here I am.  I am in your hands.  Do with me what you will.” She banged branches against her breasts.  She stomped her feet on the hard earth.  She raised her hands into the air and walked backwards.  The ship, hovered there, silently.

            She laid there, out of it.  Blacked out.  Unconscious.  Unthinking.  Passed out, without drugs, without pain, without sleep.

            Within thirty seconds, a century Legend drove down the road.  The driver saw Danielle’s body on the side of the road.  The driver pulled to a stop, got of the car and laid Danielle in the back seat, laying her down, so softly, so carefully.  The driver got back in and headed back down towards 2222, towards the city of Austin.

Thursday, February 7, 2013


10

            This one cloudy day, I was living on my own in Austin, down by town lake.  I had been up for a week, eating speed and was trying desperately to find some klonopin to knock me out.

            I drove through traffic.  Heavy traffic.  I saw bums on corners saying they were Gulf War vets, but they were only drug addicts.  I saw busses full of people going places.  Either to work, to play, or to sleep.  Packs of dogs roaming around and cats running across streets.  Restaurant passed restaurant, filled with hungry people, leaving stuffed.  I had the radio on and I was listening to a DJ drone on about how the weather had been so gray for like a month.  Something had to give.  The sun still existed, it was only hiding.

            As I was getting my keys into the lock, I felt a mosquito bite me in my neck.  I swapped at the nape of my neck and felt something cold.  I turned around and facing me, was this telescope.  It was at eye-level with me.  With my eyes, I followed the shaft of the scope.  It curved upwards, and at every five feet, it was bent, kind of like a Dr. Seuss tree.  It curved all the way up to the clouds that were sitting still hundreds of feet up in the air.

            Thinking my hallucinations were getting the better of me, I took four klonopin’s, locked my doors, went to my bedroom, locked the windows, got underneath the covers, and closed my eyes.  I went to sleep and dreamt I was on Venus looking at planet Earth, covered in fire and ash.

Sunday, February 3, 2013


9

“’As I cross these busy streets beside me…’ that’s some good stuff, turn it up,” said An'twan, in his drunken voice, singing along.  “Shotgun” Terry was riding shotgun, drunk as hell, bobbing his head up and down.        

“Yeah I’ve heard that story too.  The one where a couple of years back he was playing with a shotgun and he accidentally killed his girlfriend.  He pulled a Billy Lee and escaped to Mexico.”

“True dat, that’s the cat,” Shotgun pulled on a Newport and let out smoke through his nose.

“Let me tell you what happened last time I went to the bookstore.  Now you know this nigga likes to read, so I went to buy a good novel written by a black.”

“Well, there is a genre known as black fiction, or if you wanna be white about it, its African American literature.  And there are a few superstars.”

“More like wrong, ‘Twan.  There are a few black authors who have written of the gritty side, let me see you got Iceberg Slim and Donald Goines, who in my opinion wrote the black experience of the poor negro ghetto star of the seventies. But other than them, we do have some authors who have surpassed all nations of what a black author can write and have created a language that is beautiful. Like we take over the sports, the English language is a sport that many of us have taken over.  Not only is there books written about how downtrodden some blacks have felt, but there is also books of hope.  ; novels where the characters, the main characters are black.  Sheeit, brother some of these books have more niggas than Harlem and they will never be made into movies, because Hollywood is afraid of the powerful negro.”

“’Twan, there’s tons of shit you don’t know about this nigga.  For instants, I was at the book store and I was looking for a Walter Mosely book.  That cats off the chain, brother. Well anyways, there I am at the cashier, wanting to ask a question. Me being a brother, starts noticing that the attendant is helping other people and keeps ignoring me.  Shit, there were niggas asking the stupidest questions and this fat white dude is skipping me and helping out these other mother fuckers.  Finally some Chicano kid comes and helps me.  This kid was knowledgeable about black authors.  That kid took me and showed me their product.  Now get this ‘Twan.  As I was looking at them shelves, that white fat fuck kept coming up and asking if I needed help.  That mother fucker wasn’t helping me when I needed it, but now that I was alone, and alone roaming the shelves, he had to ask me every thirty seconds.

Sos I went to the cashier and what do you know, that white fat fuck is there cashing me out.  I pay with a credit card and that mother fucker has the audacity of axe me if I’ve got my I.D.  Do I got me I.D.?  Sheeit, my picture was on the card already, ‘How much more I.D. you need’ I told him, ‘Let me see, I might have my freedom papers which my master gave me’ that mother fucker stood there and tole me ‘Hey, we don’t want trouble with your kind, just pay for the book and kindly leave’ that piece of shit told me that.

“So what you do Shotgun?”

They were going around a corner when they noticed that the night sky was ablaze.  Looking out over the hills, they noticed homes that were on fire.  They pulled over and got out of the car.  ‘Twan looked in the distance and wondered what it was.  Shotgun’s heart was beating like it never had before.  They both got in the car and were about to drive off when Danielle jumped out of the woods, running to the front of the car.

“What’s wrong baby, someone after you,” Shotgun spoke up wanting to know what the deal was.

“Yeah baby, don’t worry bout us, we just a couple a brothers trying to get home too,”  ‘Twan spoke up, while winking in the rear-view mirror at Danielle.

Darkness, it was not, but rather she saw lights, fires, floods, asteroids falling to earth, bridges breaking in half, aardvarks barking, the sun exploding, a red dwarf, the pyramids of Saturn, and she saw, on the dark side of the moon, a fleet of spaceships heading towards earth.

‘Twan pulled the Christler over near a bridge.  The police cruiser, kept its lights on and the first officer, the driver, Officer Kaposi got out, checked for his gun and slammed the door.  The other officer, a new recruit, Officer J. Joyce, came out and followed Kaposi.

            “License and registration.”

            Danielle put her bloody hand in front of her dirty face, trying to block out the bright light.  Joyce saw the cuts on her hand, her clothes in tatters and her face bruised and scratched.

            “No Mr. Thompson, those homes were a product of arson and we are tying to find out who is setting those fires,” Kaposi replied, looking 'Twan Thompson in his eyes, trying to stare him down.  He looked up and caught Joyce’s eyes.  Joyce, with his eyes, indicated to look downward at the girl in the backseat.  Kaposi looked at Danielle and reached for his gun.

            “Oh I know exactly what this is boys.  Looks like we fumbled the plans of gang-bang.  And of all the victims, a little white girl, oh you boys are going to pay dearly.”

            “No boys, look like you both be in a lot of trouble.  Beating up a white girl like this.  Don’t you boys know white women don’t like to be treated like black women?”  Joyce spoke out as he hit Shotgun with his gun.

            “We go by what we see and what we think,” Officer Kaposi roared into the silent night, as he was handcuffing ‘Twan like a cowboy does a hog, “for all we know, these two boys probly convinced you to say these things, because if you say else, they will get their cousins to rape your mother, am I right, or am I right?”

            “Did she just bark out orders to us; Little Missy, looks like this is definitely not your night!”

            ‘Twan squirmed on the asphalt.  He was looking at Joyce kick Shotgun and at Kaposi kick at the door of his Chrysler.  ‘Twan looked out into the highway and began to nod off.  His drunken state was taking hold of him.  Before he passed out, he saw a circle of red lights coming towards them.

            Kaposi stood in awe s the ship hovered in front of the Christler.  Shotgun put his head down and covered his head with his arms.  Joyce stood still and smiled strangely.  He knew what this was.  Joyce had been waiting years for this moment.

            But those words fell on deaf ears.  Kaposi opened fire at the ship.  What Kaposi didn’t know, was that the ship was covered in radioactive material that deteriorated any substance that came near it.

            Kaposi ran toward his squad car, when he froze abruptly.  The red light had got him.  Danielle looked out the window as Kaposi’s head expanded and popped.  Danielle looked out her other window to see if Joyce was getting the same treatment, but Joyce was seen kneeling as if he was begging for forgiveness.

            Joyce, meanwhile, stood on his knees, with his head bent down.  He felt shame.  He felt guilt.  He knew what the aliens were here for and he had failed them.  Joyce had acted so selfishly and inhumanly to his fellow humans that he had given up his right to peace.

            The lights turned off and Joyce fell to the ground.  He couldn’t stand; his hands were programmed as feet.  He couldn’t speak; his tongue thought it was his piece.  He couldn’t smell nothing but ass.  He couldn’t taste, unless his hands touched.  He couldn’t see, unless someone took off his shirt.  He couldn’t hear, for his drums had been blown out.  In short, Joyce was fucked.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

eight


8

            When you are out there in the morning and the fog is thick, it only means one thing.  When at night, you have your fog lights on in your truck, it only means one thing.  When the fog is so thick you can’t see two feet in front of you, it only means one thing.  That fog is used for cover when spaceships come to earth and they need a place to hide.

            I went through San Antonio and it was pretty quiet.  I left that city and went on down to Corpus.  I had the radio on a dance station and I was dancing in my car.  When I got near Mathis, I started to notice the fog.  By the time I was crossing the Nueces River, the fog was extremely thick.  I couldn’t see the car that was right in front of me.  I drove with caution.

            By the time I got home, it was already 4:00 am. and Mom was asleep.  She woke up and told me that I took a long time in getting home.  What was only a three hour drive, turned out to be five for me.  I shrugged it off and got ready for bed.

            As I laid on my bed, I thought of the romps I had there, the television shows I watched, the counting of the sheep.  Remembering the last time I was there, I wanted a joint to go with my nerves.  I remembered the night before graduation and how drunk I got.  My boyfriend Bobby, passed out on me, so I drove his truck back to my place.  But somewhere along the way, I saw something in the road which made me swerve and I ended up in a deep ditch.  It seems like a dream now that I’m recalling it, but I don’t remember anything else of that night.  I did wake up in my bed and Bobby’s truck was parked in the driveway.  The only thing wrong with the truck, was that the axle was broken.  How I drove it back to my place, how I got it out of the ditch, I still don’t know.

            I woke up abruptly about 5:00 am and I felt real cold.  I got so cold, I got up to get something to drink.  I went to the kitchen, got a glass of water and drank it.  I was walking back to my room when I passed the front door.  I happened to look out the corner of my eye and saw some movement.

            Outside in my front yard, was a space ship with its landing doors ramps down.  There were four aliens, the gray ones with big eyes and all the neighborhood children were sliding down the ramp like a big slide.  It looked like those kids were having so much fun.

            Perplexed, I closed the curtain while my heart was beating fast and I walked back to my room.  I closed and locked my door.  What scared me the most was when one of the aliens saw me looking out the window.  He caught me looking.  He stared at me, and his look was burned into my dreams, haunting me when I least expect it. 

            Have you ever thought of fog?  What it represents.  For a second, disregard everything you know that science has taught us what fog is and where it comes from.