Stop the hate where it exists, at the plate!

Banned from Fasc(ist) Book

I’ll be the first to admit, i am controversial. Why? Because people have lost their balls, that’s why. I refuse to be politically correct, whatever the cost. Some might read what i write and get offended. Good. Maybe you needed to be offended? Maybe the things that offend you are not really so terrible and you should reevaluate what gets to you??

Because of something i wrote last week on my FB timeline, i got banned for 30 days.

Typical liberalism enabled by Zionist agenda.

For them to impose a ‘ ban ‘ on me for 30 days is not only ridiculous, but is a direct wedge between me and whatever musical career i can claim, since many of the sites i use for promotion, are linked to FB, such as

https://www.numberonemusic.com/bostonkronik

( shameless self-promotion…who else is gonna get it done? No one that’s who. )

When i went there today to recommend a band, then share their link to my timeline in order to get what are called Blincoins, to use towards my own song promotion, i couldn’t. The link to FB came back as, you are temporarily blocked from using this feature. I was fuming! This is my livelihood. The only reason i haven’t yet French-kissed Mr. Mossberg til my face blew apart…

for them to impose ANYTHING on me or anyone else is the literal meaning of Fascism.

This is the message i got. I added the quotations.

” We Removed Something You Posted
We removed the post below because it doesn’t follow the Facebook Community Standards:

Yelnah Sinned ( my full name in reverse…)

On the rape crisis in Sweden and Germany… kill them all. No one wants to say anything because they’re all black and Arab, Muslim. Does not matter. Kill anyone who does this, and it will stop happening. All the bleeding hearts want to peace them to death, it does not work. They refer to the rapists as ‘ non-white ‘…no, call them what they are…niggers. Niggers do this, not good people, whether black or otherwise…I’m all for peace, love and understanding, but a few rounds from a rifle into a skull gets the point across much more quickly. Think about the after-effects of the raping… unwanted children, abortions…this will happen. Many of the women who were raped have committed suicide over it…many men, not me, wouldn’t accept a girl who’d been raped, even though it wasn’t her fault. how many leaders have done anything? ZERO What has Angela Merkel done? Nothing. Who is behind this crisis? The USA. The USA has done all we can to instigate the tensions in the areas where the refugees are coming from. Turkey is a terrorist state. They want tension in Syria. They want the refugees to keep doing what they’re doing…and it is ALL Muslim men, most of whom are black, and think very little of women. But it’s ok to fuck them? Gang-rape them? Kill them. Don’t let racism stand in the way because they don’t give one fuck about race, they are there to do as much damage as possible. Time for a Holocaust, a Muslim Holocaust where they all get murdered to show that the world will not accept Sharia law and will not bow to their ridiculous ways of life. I know for a FACT that if any of them did this to my girl or daughter i would rot in a prison cell, because i would definitely kill them in the most horrific way i could imagine. Why has no one done anything about it? Everyone is afraid of being labeled a racist. In fact i can think of at least two people, both female who will come here and say i’m a racist for calling a nigger a nigger. Fuck you. These are not good hard working people they are scumbags who would, and HAVE raped children. Who are you protecting? If you call yourself a decent person, do something about this. All we can do is reach out to those affected and send our support. And we should be sure that we tell them, this did not happen because we are in control of our country, this happened because we Select sociopaths and pedophiles to run for the seat of POTUS. So, in a sense this is all our fault. This is not Democracy…this is not peaceful negotiations for the better of all, this is RAPE, murder…forced relocation… think back to the Armenian Genocide of 1915…now bring it up to today. The same people are doing all the nasty deeds, namely Turkey, and the USA…and the same people have been ousted, namely the Syrians and Greeks. In the confusion, others have loused up the pool, namely black and Arab Muslims. KILL THEM. ” …

So, that’s what i wrote, and the reason i was banned.

Do you agree with them that i crossed some imaginary line? Their line, which has been drawn in some fucking sand somewhere on a beach filled with the blood and broken body parts of innocent children, drone strikes and bombings at 3am when everyone is asleep…

Or, do you think their judgement of my words is inappropriate?

Either way, i think you would have to agree that i am currently being censored.

If i wrote, ” Heyy’all, me and my hunk of a man were out last night at the beach, ooh man we fucked! ” …

That would fly

When i post a photo of a naked woman, i’m banned. When i write something about our corrupt tyrannical government, i’m banned. If i make up a gay story about gay sex, it flies…

This is our country today.

We just had 8 terrible years with a completely gay tranny wannabe ” president ” who did indeed bomb innocent people in Tripoli; men, women, children, elderly…at 3am when they were asleep…

who has admitted to arming and financing ISIS, or his fallback ISIL, only to say they are a different less machine gun friendly unit of terrorists…is responsible for arming Mexican drug lords with enough guns to take control of their areas and get away with anything they want…

is not black, yet touts his propaganda aimed at the black population of the USA promising change, hope…while race-baiting and coming up with one false flag after the next, claiming kids died in Newtown, terrorism at the Boston bomb drill, one fake-shooting after the next to take away what little protection we all have from our corrupt government, meaning guns…when in actuality, no kids died and Boston was more like a fireworks display…

being pro-everything no matter how queer and making sure every bathroom has a tranny and two gay guys fucking in the corner…

but, when i wrote kill the Muslims who are raping girls in Sweden and Germany, gang-raping them, raping children…

i was somehow out of line???

Hmmm.

It should be fairly obvious that it was also my usage of the harmless word nigger, that caused some upheaval. I can see it now, they’re all drinking their faggy coffee drinks and wearing the latest Hipster fashions, and gasping with alarm at the…..

( whispering softly while carefully looking over each shoulder…) …

…N…..word

PUSSIES!!! Where is your COCK! Are you a man, or are you not a man?

The word nigger DOES NOT have anything to do with value, it describes the complexion of black and darker ‘ races ‘ …it’s like calling someone a redskin. Yes it sounds harsh, but have you happened to notice the shade of RED in their skin??

If you really want to defeat, what is incorrectly perceived as, racism…start by omitting words like nigger from the dictionary. I have my copy of Merriam-Websters Collegiate Dictionary – tenth edition – …from 2001, open to page 782…

where it reads: ” Nigger – ( noun ) 1. a black person. 2. a member of any dark skinned race. 3. a member of a socially disadvantaged class of persons. ”

Key word there of course, is ‘ class ‘ …that is what racism is truly about, classism. Until this is recognized and defeated, it will exist, even if misunderstood and misused.

It goes on to include writings from authors of the day, from 1700 – early 1900s

who all use it in the most ‘ colorful ‘ way…

Bottom line, erase the word erase all perceived notions about it having to do with value. Erase the indoctrinations of the past 300 years and maybe we can all just fucking get along. But, be sure the black populations stop killing each other, and committing up to 53% of all crimes, while only making up around 13% of the population in the USA. Let’s start there shall we?

After all, what is racism without a bit of truth added to the equation? Call it for what it is. That’s why i use the word nigger the way i do. It has much less to do with the color of a person, but their actions. That being said, the larger share of said actions are in fact being perpetrated by this black community, who now call each other nigger.

It makes you shake your damn head huh?? Claiming racial profiling while calling each other niggers? Not, black…not even Negro…or Negroid. Nigger.

So, the real problem is that ‘ white ‘ people aren’t supposed to use it. Well fuck that and fuck you. White people were enslaved too…it is not only a black thing. The Irish were the first to be enslaved in settler/colonist America, not the blacks. As far as black slavery, that happened before 1611, and was done by Spain, Britain, China…be mad at them, not us. And of course, black slavery did occur, in the 1600s, but was mostly perpetrated by the Barbary pirates, who were mostly black and Arab Muslims working for Spain, Britain, France, even Africa. But the majority of slaves were European, not black. The first slave-owner on the plantations in America was Anthony Johnson, a freed slave who did have at least one black slave. A black man from Angola, Africa, enslaving a fellow black man. Famously, when it came time for the man to gain his freedom, Anthony…THE BLACK GUY, decided to keep him, THE OTHER BLACK GUY, on for a few more years.

All bets are off. Now this changes everything right? Nope. I have been told i, ” jist don’t git it Dinnis! This is A black thing…it AH-FEXX black people…no one else! ”

I’m like ok retard. Wake the fuck up man, what is wrong with you? Read a friggin book buddy. Start with the White Slaves of Barbary and go from there. You have a lot of unlearning to do before you will understand. You have been indoctrinated even further than i have because your own kind told you that you were of lesser value than anyone else, by telling you to expect racism from white people. Is that not the most racist thing you could have done????

Leave it out of the conversation and the child doesn’t expect it to happen 24/7 and probably feel so jaded and weighed down, he goes out and starts something over what is only a pre-conceived notion to begin with. How is this smart? How is this being intelligent?

Be honest. When was the last time a ‘ white ‘ person called you, yourself, YOU a nigger?

Now, when was the last time a BLACK person called you a nigger?

When did saying rapists should be killed become a reason to shut off a person’s right to free speech? When did it become fashionable to exclude Muslims who commit crimes, rape, murder, from prosecution?

When America lost it’s big fat dick. That’s when.

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The US government, could…
go to each and every city, round up all the homeless veterans, bring them to the proper establishments, according to their needs…pay for them ALL to live in complete luxury for the rest of their addled lives.
Have they done that?
Or, have they taken BILLIONS, upon TRILLIONS…
and used it, OUR money, to stage false-flags, promote war in the name of covering themselves and their misdeeds? Career criminal Rumsfeld announcing on the morning of September 10th, 2001 that there was 2.3 TRILLION that had just ” gone missing ” , and they couldn’t account for 25% of military spending, military budget…Hmmm, how convenient. This wasn’t the first time that this news was revealed, it happened in 1998 as well.

( 1998-2000 )…
3.3 TRILLION, just poof gone…so add it up…5.6 TRILLION, just poof gone…all conveniently missing. If it was doled out through Congress, it should have been closely regulated, right? Would they just piss it to the wind like that and not follow the trail? Congress is guilty as much as any leader post WW2. Think about all the groups, organizations who would have been in on this…the UN, the IRS, the treasury, Department of Defense…all complicit.
{ from 1998 } ” According to estimates, the Department of Defense and the Department of Housing and Urban Development cannot account for over $3 trillion allotted to them by Congress, amounting to thousands of dollars of missing money for every man, woman and child in the country…” …
Where did the money go??
From 1998 to 2000, 3.3 T gone…( think about who was president then, what he did, who he interacted with, what he allowed to happen…) Now imagine his cunt of a wife as president.

In 2001, the day before OUR OWN GOVERNMENT attacked us on our own soil, 2.3 T gone…i could go off on a tangent here, no problem, but let’s keep it simple. Just a few days before the ” attack ” there was insider trading, between some of the key companies involved, as well as the airlines involved…take that info and run with it…..go ahead i’ll wait…
( humming…….she’ll be coming around the moun ) oh you got it? Good. Now tell everyone you can reach. They need to know.

That money could have built entire towns, filled to the brim with enough houses, facilities, developed areas, to house not only all of our vets, but the rest of the homeless as well. You can build a home for just over $100,000, if you do it right. How many times does $100,000 fit into 2.3 T??? Even more distressing, the 3.3 T that HUD ‘ misplaced ‘, they didn’t even use it properly!! That’s their THING, what they do…

they are paid to perform a service, and have been caught red-handed NOT doing that, even worse bilking OUR country of more than 3 Trillion dollars. We wouldn’t have needed to borrow from Japan, China, some countries in South America, Latin America, Mexico…if we had used our own money properly.

Of course, this is going in circles, because our own money hasn’t been worth anything for decades. The paper that circulates, is a distraction, to quell the public so they don’t decapitate the White wash House…we all live on credit, and borrowed time.

China has been looking at land in Kansas. CHINA has been looking at LAND in KANSAS!!! They could potentially own part of our country.

How did it come to this?

Capitalism, being exploited to the point of global strong-arming and Jack Boot tactics. Socialism, being suppressed, but used as a system of racial and class divide.

We hear of the deficit being right around 18 Trillion, according to the Zionist owned and operated media…but, it’s actually around 90 Trillion, and must be more than that, when we add everything up, bring it all into focus.

We should be talking about how much money we’ve saved.

How much does each war cost? How many have there been?

Is it not obvious that their systems are NOT working? Is it not time to take our country back? Do they need to shoot us in the streets? According to plans laid out in Operation Northwoods, that is one of their tactics. Kill Americans, blame it on some perceived enemy.

It has already happened several times.

When there are no more countries to exploit, will they just attack us? Oh wait…they already have. Roughly, 15 years ago, our own government attacked us on our own soil. NEVER FORGET that. Ask anyone today how it went down. You’ll hear about 19 hijackers, ( 9 of whom are still alive )…and planes, hitting the towers, and the Pentagram, oops:) Pen-taaaa-gonnnnn…and people being stuck inside the buildings, dying, bodies everywhere, people jumping…

sometimes you’ll hear others telling you it was the government who did it, they know it was really an inside job just like everyone said. All the conspiracy theorists are correct.

Since then, we’ve seen false flag after false flag, fake attack after fake attack…bomb drills in Boston, fake dead kids in Newtown, CT., shootings in a theater, blamed on the latest victim of MKUltra, James Holmes, who didn’t actually do any of the shooting himself but doesn’t remember any of it. Hmmm, sound familiar? Sirhan Sirhan?…and WHY are we seeing a badly chosen, double who looks nothing like James in court and in the media?



How many innocent people died as result of our posturing and lies? How many soldiers thought they were doing the right thing, never knowing they were being lied to, manipulated, used in a game of war. Now take that last sentence and apply it to ANY battle over the past 70 to 100 years. It is still correct. The real enemy lives at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in DC.

An enemy of peace, justice, liberty. An enemy of Democracy and human rights…

anemone



sorry, tension breaker…had to be done. This photo was too awesome to pass up! Look at the eye in the middle, it was beckoning to me…

…our vets are sleeping on the sidewalks. I live in Taunton, MA., there are homeless vets here. I have a friend, he was in Vietnam. I asked one day, did you know we were arming both sides in Vietnam? He said yeah, but what could we do? I never got his name, but i see him at the soup kitchen all the time. The day i met him he was pan-handling, and he’d been sleeping in the back hallway of the bank across from the court house. I’m from Rockland, MA., i used to see vets sleeping outside, or in parking lots there all the time. This is not an issue which is halfway across the globe, it is right here. Who has done anything to change it? Is it enough? We’re still waging wars over nothing but oil, land, bragging rights, and cash. There will be more vets fighting for space on the sidewalks, while yet another skyscraper sits empty, devoid of all human interaction, but waiting to be sold to some foreign agency, or business partner. The same people who we point at and say, THEY are terrorists. What are those soldiers fighting? What enemy? They are embroiled in constant battle with their own government and they don’t even realize it.

How has our government spent what is essentially OUR money in the past? We have been involved in wars, battles, skirmishes, for over 200 years…they’ve bailed out big banks, big biz, big everything, before they bailed out their own affected citizens…
when we do receive a ‘ refund ‘ it’s to keep us satisfied for a bit while they’re right back to the evil.
Not only are they robbing us blind, we are still forced to keep on paying into their coke habits and call boys…trips to the Middle East for 5 year old girls, and pin the tail on the journalist’s head…
these people are sick! Our leaders are true sociopaths…most, if not all of our selected leaders-post WW2-have been CIA, and Trilaterals ( Trilateral Commission ) …some have been members of Skull and Bones at Yale, which is the same affiliation Hitler had in Germany. He was also a member…….2 + 2 is? There’s nothing to add up, it’s all public knowledge. Why is it that most people don’t know this information? This is a fact. We armed and financed BOTH sides in WW2, just like Vietnam, probably Korea…we created the propaganda yet pointed at Goebbels, and said, he’s a liar!! Do a web search for ‘ US propaganda photos, WW2 ‘ …you’ll get it.

There is a slight challenge while writing ‘ WE armed and financed both sides in WW2, Vietnam, ‘ etc., because it was not us, it was our government acting in our stead. But, we did nothing to stop them. When Roosevelt announced our entry into WW2, he did it against a 60 to 80% negative approval rating. Source is Gore Vidal, in his excellent book-Blood for Oil the Bush-Cheney Junta. He knew that Japan didn’t want anything to do with us, as far as war. They were used and abused, then later nuked for their role. The role that our government hired them for…

Roosevelt was only continuing where Woodrow Wilson left off.

We, would have stayed out of Vietnam. We, would have stayed out of WW2 Germany. We haven’t been attacked by a real enemy, since 1910. That enemy was Mexico, and it was over a land dispute regarding Arizona.

We would have had nothing to fear, if the USA, Britain, France, and Germany itself weren’t working alongside the Nazi Party. Enabling, arming, financing them. We, would have never financed the Bolshevik Revolution, only to later suit our own purposes. We would have never killed millions of innocent people across the globe, which our government somehow thinks they own…

We, would opt for peace, and unity on a global scale. There is no enemy, but the enemies that our own government created by doing all they’ve done. Cause and Effect. Their cause equals one huge and constant violation of our US Constitution. Does that piece of paper even matter anymore? It is laying in tatters, soaking in a sea of blood, running it’s color out into a fading portrait of the human race, devolving into some primordial ooze, which keeps playing each side of itself against one another while reaping the riches and killing it’s own soul.
Why have we not revolted yet? Why have we not stormed the castle and taken the King out of his seat by force. A bloodless coup like Qaddafi achieved in 1969…
because the US military is too big to get around.

If they’re not on your side, you are fucked.

It would never happen without massive amounts of bloodshed, unfortunately, because our government, our Zionist shadow government is so rooted, and hunkered down, it would be like removing a stubborn tick…
but it can be done, and if it isn’t soon, we are all doomed.
Think about the blood that has been spilled, over what?
They have caused all of our grief. Gone into third world countries, completely devastated entire villages, massacred scores of innocent people…for example: My Lai, or any of the ‘ 14 ‘ massacres that occurred during our occupation of Vietnam. If we can even believe that number to be true. Let’s just assume that number is correct…
As Professor Antony C. Sutton revealed, we played both sides against each other in Vietnam. We armed and financed the North Vietnamese, through Russia, who was aiding the North, and we gave arms, money and whatever else, to the South. Our government did that. The soldiers on the ground, were duped into that fight, on ALL sides. Some of them just fucking snapped! And lost their humanity in the process. But let’s turn this around for a minute here…Russia was taking arms and money from us, for? They had to know what we were doing and still followed through. They bought the arms, from us. For what other purpose? They had to know we were ‘ protecting ‘ South Vietnam…therefore, this is the same scenario as WW2. With both parties attending. The USA enabled Nazi Germany, at the same time we enabled the Stalinist USSR. After we enabled both, we aimed at the USSR with contempt, painting them as the bad guy.

Hence the Cold War, the circa 1950s Red Scare, ( though it went back to the 1920s ) – which should have been named the Red, White and Blue Scare…
Back to Vietnam…

during this later period of the Red Scare we decided to work with them, only to have a war to fight. Today, we are STILL living within the bubble of a propagandized, media manipulated Red Scare. Why?

As far as i can tell, through research and gleaning bits of info through the years, the president of Vietnam must have been in on it, to some degree. In the same way that Japan, was used to attack Pearl Harbor, which was a pre-planned event…they were paid to do that. We reimbursed them for the fuel* it took to fly 4,000 miles to attack an almost empty shipyard. *Source is Professor Sutton. I believe that the president of Vietnam knew he was backed into a corner, just like Japan. We always hear about the MASSIVE, 11 year campaign of defoliation…he ordered, financed, enabled that. Why defoliate? Was he playing his own sides against each other? If he was ok with doing that, who’s to say he wasn’t ok with us playing both sides? War makes money, as much as it spends it. After all, i am very sure that he remembered what happened in Nagasaki and Hiroshima, and could imagine that happening to his country. America is a terrorist state.

I can’t pin all the blame on our government…We are the government as much as they are us. So, WE are responsible for what they’ve been allowed to do, on our dime, and on our time. We have had chances to take it back and have done nothing.

This is an area where peace by attrition comes to mind…waging war on the warmongers, in order to finally have peace, no matter how many regular good citizens are killed in the process of taking it back. An insurrection, aimed at the tyranny of our leaders who have created our quagmire of injustice and ruined our country. Turning it into a warhead, set and ready to explode at whichever country gives us the finger first. Even more sinister is the FACT, that our own government is more than ready to strike at us, it’s own citizens, just to keep the status quo. They need to be taken out effectively, and quickly the first time. But it has to be done through ethics, morals, philosophy, anarcho-pacifism. No violence, even if they fire upon us. Someone, somewhere needs to be a witness to innocent Americans being murdered by our own government, so it shakes them awake, and moves them into action. That right person will have the necessary wares to effect our change. We couldn’t, say, bomb the White wash House…we would hurt innocent people there, who are only part of the cast in this B-Movie…it needs to be done the right way. But, it has to be done NOW!

Our government has taken the wheel, and driven us over a cliff into a miles-high mountain of rotting corpses…whistle-blowers and patriots, innocent women and children, anyone who gets in the way. Anyone who doesn’t quite fit the mold. In other words, one who refuses to be a sheep, just waiting to be killed while we bleat and moan…we choose to be the lion! We are the King of our Jungle. We are the ones who could make it right again. Will we?

If we truly want to defeat, the typical definition, of terrorism, we should dismantle the US government, and start from scratch. Dismantle the CIA, which will NEVER happen…stop putting big banks first…get back to what we used to be.
Well, let’s not go killing millions of American Indians this time HUH??! Adding insult to injury erecting a 4 faced stone statue as big as the mountains of all those slave-owners, and Indian killers as a beacon of all our tyranny. Their faces represent those of men who killed CHILDREN. These are our heroes???
These genocidal maniacs should have been stopped. No one even tried. Did any ANY any other country step in? No. They were fine with it. Why? Britain? No, they had already slaughtered scores of indigenous tribes worldwide, what did they care?
Canada? At least they allowed some tribes to relocate, and protected them, to a degree…but why be passive-aggressive? Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad for the indigenous tribes if someone was in their corner. This is why i believe many people were in on their extinction, anyone could have stopped it.

Now to the present.

Why is our government, ” suppressing Democracy “?…( i borrowed that phrase from the article on Noriega, ( below…) …they said he was doing this. ) …one of the supposed goals in our system, way of life in the USA…taking from us, to give it to weaponry, aimed at innocent victims of tyranny. Panama in 1989…Manuel Noriega, accused of drug trafficking. What a load of shit! How much cocaine and opium, to later be refined into Heroin, has the US government allowed into the country? Why did the USA have the power to go in and decimate their peace, kill a bunch of people, cause grief and hardship? Who gave the go ahead to make us the neighborhood watch, calling others out for what we do ourselves? Look into it, there were other reasons why we invaded Panama, obviously the Noriega story was a decoy for Bush Sr., to go to Iraq.
http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/the-u-s-invades-panama

So, as we’ve seen many times, the government made up a reason, then just went and did it.
For what? Ulterior motives.
What ever happened to having a ‘ fair fight ‘?
Not only do we happen to possess the biggest military in the world, we will use it against you even if you did nothing. Even better/worse…we’ll lie to start this battle, just because we can. C-Mon…we’re the USA…who’s gonna stop us?…
Our leaders don’t want peace. That would mean an end to the raping, pillaging, outright theft, murder on a genocidal level, for what?
” Democracy ” …
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peace
1. freedom from disturbance; quiet and tranquility. “you can while away an hour or two in peace and seclusion”
synonym: tranquility, calm, restfulness, peace and quiet, peacefulness, quiet, quietness; privacy, solitude “can’t a man get any peace around here?”
antonyms: noise
mental calm; serenity. “the peace of mind this insurance gives you”
synonyms: serenity, peacefulness, tranquility, equanimity, calm, calmness, composure, ease, contentment, contentedness…”peace of mind”
antonyms: agitation, distress
2. freedom from or the cessation of war or violence. “the Straits were to be open to warships in time of peace”
synonyms: law and order, lawfulness, order, peacefulness, peaceableness, harmony, nonviolence; formalconcord “we pray for peace”
antonyms: conflict; a period of this. “the peace didn’t last”
a treaty agreeing to the cessation of war between warring states. “support for a negotiated peace”
synonyms: treaty, truce, ceasefire, armistice, cessation/suspension of hostilities “a lasting peace”
antonyms: war
freedom from civil disorder. “police action to restore peace”
synonyms: law and order, lawfulness, order, peacefulness, peaceableness, harmony, nonviolence; formalconcord “we pray for peace”
antonyms: conflict
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The opposite of peace would be…
disturbance, chaos and disorder, war, violence
conflict, agitation, distress, noise…
our country has been on the opposite side of peace for a very very long time. This will not change until we change it. Do we still have power over our government? Fuck no. Do they rule us? Yes. Do they have our best interests at heart? Hell no. Will they stop the; violence for no reason, warmongering, pillaging the riches of any country they want? No.
Our government, only exists in the truest form of the name itself, as a moniker, for a corporation, or company. We are ‘ governed ‘ …but the people who are doing the governing, just happen to be psychopaths bent on world domination, even if it kills a few million people in the process. How is this any different than the propaganda we all learned about Hitler, Stalin, Mao, Pol Pot, Idi Amin, Vlad the Impaler…
Why is it somehow acceptable when the USA does the same thing they did? We go into a random country and murder 100,000 people and blame it on our latest fabricated enemy, showing how terrible they are in the media, portraying them as terrorists, when in reality, we did all the killing, through the CIA, or some connection to Mossad, or another faction. We enable terrorists, in the Middle East, who have displaced 100s of 1,000s of people, for what? Who is behind these terrorists? Who gave them weapons, and money? The USA. Who armed the Mujahideen? Who enabled ISIS? Who is very tight with Al-Qaeda, even after blaming them for 9/11, going into Afghanistan, and Iraq, murdering HOW MANY INNOCENT PEOPLE???? For what? Then using them in the plot to capture and kill Qaddafi…using them at Benghazi…who did all this? The USA…
Who shines a light on Muslims, blames them for false flags, fake terrorist attacks, shootings, general chaos…then favors them to their faces? The USA…namely Obama. But his entire administration accepts this and DOES NOTHING! Are they afraid to act? Wouldn’t someone, somewhere have stood up by now and said WAIT! This isn’t right, you are violating our own US constitution…
A very small handful of people have stood their ground and called attention to our government’s misdeeds, and it got some of them killed. So that says to me that everyone from the top to the bottom is involved. It would have to be that way, or the tyrant would be impeached, his lackeys would be rotting in jail next to the Bush’s, Cheney, Rumsfeld…any of the other war criminals who are still alive today. Hang them all. Do it in public so we can spit on them while they choke and sputter, for doing this to our country.

We, the people, would not oust the Native Americans, force them into constantly contracting reservations, smaller each year, deny them even the most basic rights, force them to exist as lowlife scum, in a pig pen, while we saunter along on our $10,000 rugs and eat caviar. We, the people, would not condemn a soldier for telling the truth about his own government, revealing their wrongdoings to the public, who deserve to know…shaming him and stripping him of his honor, when he acted accordingly with his position, militarily and morally. We, the people, would make sure none of our own were downtrodden, without, empty bellied and hopeless…
Our tyrannical, maniacal, imperialist despots don’t care enough to do any of these things. If they did i wouldn’t have needed to write about it.
What has our nation become, and why?
Who got us to this point?

What can we do to change it?

Obama at Navy Yard shooting memorial: "Our tears are not enough"

What a piece of shit!! The reason these men were killed was to cover up the fact that they had uncovered a plot, BY the people who operate this robot called Obama, to detonate 3 nuclear devices in DC at the Navy ship yard. They were there to take him out. He had a nervous breakdown over this. Go read up on it, find out for yourself, don't believe me. He had them all murdered. He stands at the podium talking shit, and it was him who caused this whole situation by planning a false flag in the first place. EVERYONE needs to know what he did.

Ento ( an original story )

We see him:

( Raymond Ento Smith of Columbia, GeoGeoGeorgia… )…veering left, then right…and weaving fast-forward, then slowing down too much…

He was tired. So tired that his second grade teacher was explaining to him the function of simple math…
He looked up at her face…the face of an angel, gilded by the aura of peace and love…floating above his dashboard between the speedometer and the radio…
the setting sun gleaming in her eyes as she stroked the hair from his forehead……
and she explained that, in class that day when she was walking by, ( he thought she pulled his hair when she walked by ), she was actually just reaching out to teasingly play with his hair, and it got caught in her bracelet. He yelled at her that day and left school crying because he loved her and he was embarrassed that she didn’t love him and must’ve pulled his hair out of complete disgust… leaning in he said, ” I’m sorry Miss Habeeb, i didn’t know…i feel so foolish…” he leaned forward to kiss her…
suddenly he was thrown hard against the driver’s-side door, then violently tossed into the dash, splitting his top lip and breaking his nose…blinding light, as he’s thrown up into the air and his head crunched into the ceiling, snapping his neck…missing the dome light by an inch or two…then comes down on the passenger seat, bouncing hard to the floor,
he felt the car stop banging side over side and come down on all fours again…he felt it starting to roll…and he opened his eyes to see the dome light, the torn fabric hanging down over part of the smashed rear-windshield…he looked out the back window frame…

then ” BANG!!! ” …the sky stopped moving as he was pinned; a six-foot man stuck in the two-foot place underneath the glove compartment…
When he opened his eyes again, there was a guy trying to shake him awake…his right eye was made of glass…he could tell because only the left one moved…every time the man would move him, he’d shriek at the top of his face and try to look up at him, but he had a link missing in his neck and couldn’t hold his head up anyway that didn’t kill…it kept bulging, threatening to break through the skin…
still the man kept trying to grab him out of there…

he passed out again…

( voices next to him…)
” …eep at the wheel…into a tree on the side of the road…wife and youngest girl didn’t survive….”
he opened his eyes and saw the bland white of ceiling tiles and he could now smell the stale purified oxygen of a hospital room…
he just kept hearing those words…” didn’t survive…”
he wondered whose wife had died…Ginny was back home with her Mom, so he knew she was safe and he’d see her again when he was out of here…
suddenly he thought to himself…” where is here?…” …his eyes drifted shut again…

( he has a dream about Gin, and their daughter Steph…)
” Mommm…have you seen my…Oh, never mind…i got it…”
Ginny looked up at the ceiling, through the floor and into Stephanie’s room, and yelled ” ok hon…” and went back to the book splayed across her thighs, as she rocked back and forth slowly in her Grandma’s rocking chair…
She was reading ” An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge ” by Ambrose Bierce…

https://books.google.com/books/about/An_Occurrence_at_Owl_Creek_Bridge.html?id=BozOQkzUN_gC&printsec=frontcover&source=kp_read_button&hl=en#v=onepage&q&f=false

…and she couldn’t help but wonder when he would be home this time…it was usually a day or two, but lately he’s been getting more and more work lined up for himself, so he was traveling more than ever…

the man dreamily imagined the expression on her face as she looks up to the ceiling again out of instinct…she can see him looking down at her, all appreciative and love-struck…
he blows her a kiss and she pretends like she got slapped…winking up at him with a smile…
back from the daydream of her husband’s face, she goes back to reading…he leans his head slightly on the window and sighs…
She paralleled her husband with the main character; who was about to be hanged, and was waiting for the command to finally be given…he day-dreamed that he had slipped the noose, fell into the water underneath the bridge, and dodged the bullets that were pelting the calm water all around him…time was slowed to a blur as the soldiers all did their best to blow out his face from the back of his head…but, not one bullet even so much as touched him…well, except for the slightly-more-than-warm one that came to rest in his collar…

she paused and looked off reflectively…generating a mind-frame hologram of his face…and imagined where he could be…
he felt her spirit energy beckoning him…and sent her a mental image of his corner and his …wait…he couldn’t ….possibly…no. No, he changed his mind…he’s different now and she’d never accept him the way he looked…all bug-eyed and black shell hanging down…
she drifted on the partially-obscured, but familiar face of a man contorting, in a frantic seizure of smeared features twisting slowly into a great, spasming creature…an insect but a man…both somehow…
she shuddered at the thought, lowering her head, and went back to reading…back to the chase down the stream…

…he out-swam them, and knew he was in the clear…soon he’d be running home to see his girl…
and soon, everything Was better and no one wanted him dead for his anti-government stance…
he saw his house when he came to the top of Senichoate Hill, and stopped to take it in for a minute…then ran toward his lover’s arms…
as he was bounding down the hill, he noticed that the house and the field…and his wife were all fading away, sucking backwards into a hole which was getting exponentially smaller, and being placed up into the sky onto a cloud at the top right corner of his screen…..

back to reality…

when he came to, he wasn’t actually running toward his love, heading straight into her outstretched arms, he was still on the bridge…he hadn’t really slipped his noose…he was still impossibly tied to the main carrying beam of the ” long sturrdy braidge  “…and he heard the birds and the rushing of the water again, just as the Captain gave the command, the Sergeant stepped off his end of the man’s death plank, which stretched over three of the main beams, then only half-covered the space underneath the condemned man…his own dropped out from under his feet…

he was determined to keep his eyes open through to the end…as the rope was stretching his neck, she heard the shudder slam against the window…
” CRACK!!!…”

…her eyes darted toward the window wall and she imagined the man; eyes bulging open, and fading away on that bridge, and the tears of his poor wife…
She felt her sorrow for real, as she silently wept.

She thought about their good life.
A simple life, where each day was, ” MOOOVIEES…” they’d all pack up and go to the theater for a day of popcorn and candy and soda and family…or the water park…

Steph told all her friends about her Dad on the water-slide…” He had such a blast!!!…he was laughing like a little kid the whole time…” …

her friends all smiled, Jeanette asked, ” was it his first time on one?…”
Steph replied, ” yeah, he used to be afraid of water…he almost drowned when he was three…”
Paula said, ” poor guy!…He’s so nice…( then giggling…) i have a crush on him…”
Jeanette said, ” uh-uuuh…I had a crush on him first!…Steph…tell her…”
Steph had to concede, turning to Paula, ” it’s true…she met him when we were seven, you didn’t meet him ’til this year…sorry…”
To which Paula playfully stamped her foot and pouted a little, before busting out in a belly laugh that started them all laughing hysterically…
then Jeanette grabbed Paula around the neck…” Oh mister Oranthal…I…LOooove YOoouuu…leaning in to kiss her on the lips…..”
Paula squealed like bad disc-brakes and slithered away from her, hiding behind Julia…who was playfully darting back and forth in front of Paula to hide her, then stamped her foot on the stage of the Beacon Thee-a-Tah! in Boston, MA., looking upward to the high decks, and said, in perfect Baroque Thespian, ” leave my lezzbeen luv-uh…alone!…”

( the crowd ROAR/stopt!… ) and the air was thick with nothingness, black-dripping opaque cancer consuming all points of light, love and peace, into a swirling red/blackened-flesh nightmare of too much LSD you drown in your own sweltering blood-pressure fading backward into the demon’s teeth, and down…down……down……………..
Paula screamed again and ran around the entire group of girls trying to find an entrance …ducking through the barricade and crouching behind Trisha so Jeanette wouldn’t catch her…Trish winked at Jeanette and nodded her head a little…Jeanette smirked, and said in a low gravelly voice ” Whey my womman at?!!!…( covering her mouth, trying to stifle her laugh with her little hand…) Paula took off running towards Steph’s house to go hide from them and ” hang out with Miss Ginny on the front porch…
the only sane one in the whole entiyah world apparint-lee!!…”
Mrs. Oranthal laughed, and when the girl reached the top of the steps, she leaned in toward her and said…” Paula…i have a crush on YOU…” smiling and raising only her right eyebrow as she playfully reaches her arms out to grab her… eyes wide, Paula dropped to the floor and played dead as Mrs. O nearly crapped her pants laughing…

He loved Virginia with all his heart.
He opened his sad eyes and looked at the ceiling…a tear streamed from his eye as he said, only whisper strong, ” gin…” …then he imagined his poor little daughter’s face…
she’s been gone three years now, crushed by a drunk driver in her own driveway……then he passed-out until the next morning…

…………..first day after the accident, he woke up in a sort of dream-state…alone…..
his confused mind couldn’t put two thoughts in a straight line…and his head was dizzy with numb…
he laid there wondering if she’d gotten up early for work…
staying there ‘ for a few ‘ …in their king-size, double-plush bed, he went over it all in his head. Then, he noticed the dull purple-gray of the ceiling, and thought…
” what’d she change it?…hmmm…weird. ” He laid there for a few more with his eyes closed, head back on the pillows, arms comfortably nestled under his thick tuft of hair. He fell back to ” sleep ” for a few hours…he slept restlessly, kept tossing and turning…to and fro back and forth trying to escape a spider’s web…
When he opened his eyes again, the ceiling was different…sure, it was the same color, but the style had changed from the 1950’s white/gold-chipped faux…to an early cubist mock finish, with tiny circles pressed into each tile…and it looked, he thought…as though there were three or four…” holes “…seemingly pushed through the fabric of nothing, and bursting out of an imaginary box top…he could see the forward crumple of material leaking into thin-air…he squashed his face up in a bunch and tried to count the hundreds of concentric circles…” what the fuu…” suddenly his vision started to clear, and out of the corner of his right eye, he could see a twisting movement, slowly back and forth…and pointed at him…when he turned his head to the right and inch or so, he could see a blurry shape lurking in the area just beyond the reach of his vision…suddenly it moved forward in an adroit shock of a gate, swirling to the left a little, and straight at him!…he ducked back into the warmth of his pillow, but it didn’t seem to matter…the shape was directly in front of him within two short bursts, and staring right through him all up close in the bewildered face…

…the mammoth appendage had two neat rows of little red-green eyes, staggered across a minimalist landscape of tiny scales and bumps, which seemed to shine with a light-oil smudged across the back of an iguana in a heated display cabinet, in the corner    of the room…
Then the creature just backed-up, stopped three or four inches before his eyes…and it’s bumpy forehead formed a furrow…

he was terrified…

…his first instinct was to swipe it away, but he couldn’t lift his arms to swat at it…

…it felt like he was confined to a straight-jacket…

He twisted his face into a poison mask of bitter anger, and growled at the thing hovering before him…” GRRRRR…you better back the fuck away!!! what the hell are you?…” …

the mighty beast cocked it’s head to the right and looked at him with only it’s left eyes, squeezing shut the others and struggling to keep them closed…
when he looked past it, he could plainly see the rest of it’s body…it was coiling back and forth underneath like a snake-charmer’s pet, and snapping on itself impatiently…and he wondered aloud, ” what the fuck is goin’ on here??…” then, like an inchworm, raising it’s body to survey the coming terrain, it’s head and half it’s childlike face moved another inch closer…it’s own body still gyrating under it…and he could feel the delicate hairs on it’s head, lightly touching his eyebrow, making him twitch and try to struggle free…to no avail. He screamed,
” WHAAAAAT!!!…what do you want?!! where am i!? “…..the creature twitched it’s mouth back and forth quickly like Charlie Chaplin swiping his moustache side to side…
and it’s proboscis grazed his eyebrow again before he gnashed at it with his teeth…

” AARRRGH!!!…come here!…I’ll bite yuh fuckin’ face-off before you have mine!!! ”
the thing moved away slowly, slithering back into the blur of the rest of the room…
He relaxed his tense neck and shoulders, and pushing his mouth over to the side, called for his wife…” Hon?…you in the bathroom?…you gotta see this…”
he heard nothing, not the shower blasting out it’s fare, not the hair-dryer blowing back her 70’s Farrah Fawcett wings…not the sound of her embarrassed, quickly clearing her throat too late to cover a fart just after it had already slipped out…nothing at all.

Since he couldn’t move, he imagined himself sliding along the wall; like the doomed Captain at the end of, ” Day of the Dead “…moving toward the door, slowly scraping along, gingerly avoiding each of the paintings and end tables, and the boxes of shoes and video-tapes, bursting over with too many ” squished up ” newspapers…never once did he take his eyes off the corner as he crept…though, he couldn’t figure out why the room didn’t seem to be moving along with him as he rounded the corner by the door…he tried his hardest to see the beast, all he saw was a hazy blur, frothing in it’s own space, lurking and ready to strike him in half!…still, he did his best to just get out of the room and inform his wife that somehow they’d stumbled into Beckett’s absurdist theatre, where the Universe was a dust-mite, and the dust mites were large enough to squash you dead…
Knocking on the door quietly, tentatively…he said, ” ( whispering…) baabe…

( a bit louder…)…baaaabe? honey, you in here?…” …he grabbed the door knob before knocking lightly again…then opened it slightly…he saw that the light was off…

” what the hell?…”

…he turned just his head back towards the room, then walked a few meager steps toward the bedroom doorway, peeking through…he entered the kitchen with only his face, pushing it left as he spied the counter and walked with his eyes along the top of the wall, following the length of the ceiling, down the cabinets to the stove and all the pots and pans…

” huh?…i put those away yesterday…” …he looked at the small table with the phone and a bunch of scrap paper strewn wildly over the top of it, then followed the phone-cord into the living room…
He backed out of the kitchen doorway a little, and turned his head slightly to the right…he could see himself on the bed…he looked up to the ceiling over the bed…no sign of the creature…he thought, ” what the FUCK is going on?!…”…looking around again, he turned and blinked himself back to his bed…twitching and pissing under the Gulliver bug, now swirling over him again……

…he was starting to get scared, and thought, ” this could be some kind of delusion, but it’s real enough that i felt his breath…”
suddenly, he looked over at the kitchen door, as if he could see around the corner, and through the very wall that stood between him and knowing if what he felt was real…
when he imagined a jaunt out of the room everything was right-side up…but why does it feel like it’s upside-down for real?…

he realized that the painting of the Twin Towers in the kitchen really was upside-down!!… he could see his daughter Anna’s picture, the one of her ice-skating in a tournament four years ago…
the glass display-case it was in was positioned perfectly for him to see the painting reflected on the opposite wall…and he said to himself…” yup, sure enough it’s upside fuckin’! down…” then he thought to himself, ” well, why isn’t the fridge?…wait a minute!!…am i on his ceiling??…is that why the painting is upside-down??…so, he’s on his floor looking up at me?!!!…”
the idea seemed absurd, but…it made perfect sense to him…how else could he rationalize this?…and he imagined the Earth, as we all stand on it, we assume we’re… ‘ on ‘ …it, but if you take it in your hand, and hold it up above your head, everyone on the bottom would be upside-down…
…he murmured the words keeping them inside his head, “…yeah…that’s it…it must be…”
then, as if the thing had heard his very thoughts, it came floating into view again…darting quickly towards him, slithering fast and wriggling hard left to right…
coming to a stop just in front of his face, it hovered there, looking at him with it’s macabre visage centimeters from his own…
…then from out of nowhere, a strangled, choking click emitted from somewhere at the back of it’s throat…the underside of it’s jaw on either side flared in and out, in a rhythmic pulse…and a cool vibration filled the air, wafting in on the soft current of electric water, the music gently rubbing his eardrums…until, ” UH!! what the fuck!…”…
the creature seemed to understand that the vibrations annoyed him more than communicated with him in any way…it slowly reached forth a serated limb and sawed through the billowy jacket that kept him suspended in his tight place, and watched as the man fell a few threads, then brought up his tiny arms and wiped earwax from his freaked earlobes, twisting his tiny head back and forth, twice left, twice right…over and again…as each limb lightly grazed the sides of his face…
…next, the thing cackled in some hidden language, only decipherable by One from that ancient strain…” chk, chKK, sSeeAsrwsyt ut, UutTreer, dtch, duhuchyth…”
still, the man just looked at it, perplexed…cocking his head side to side…
with a puzzled face, the thing tried again, this time with a variation on his native tongue…   ” Vah Shklehhiej, YIIMAab…zxzyz?…
the man looked into it’s ever-shifting left eye, as the right one didn’t move at all…then said, ” what are you saying?…ziksezz?? i don’t understand…”…
the thing scrunched up it’s face as it assimilated his language…and the man heard Curly Howard…he said, ” OOoooh…why didn’t you say so boopie??…what’s yOUr name?…I’m Jonah. ”
He stared in quiet disbelief, as slowly his seemingly disembodied hand came up to rub at his left eye…then the right…
then he said, ” Jonah?…ok., where am i Jonah?…” the bug shifted his whole body around in segments under himself, while he talked through his smile without ever once moving his head. He smiled even bigger now…” well, you’re in my house, i grabbed you when you fell. ”
He looked just to the left of Jonah, behind him on the wall was a painting of fruit in a…

” sideways?…” …wooden bowl, perched at the right-corner of an elaborate dinner table; folded napkins, shining Chinaware…and a sneaker…a Nike, attached to an ankle…then a calf, mangled, broken off and bloody, serated at the top…and spilling it’s cranberry sauce out onto the bleached-white tablecloth!…
He nervously looked back at Jonah and stammered, ” Wh,…what’s tha, thaat?…”…..pointing limply with his index finger, moving his whole wrist…
Jonah looked behind him, then turned back to him and said, “…oh that?…eh, nothin’ for you to worry about dude…He was a Satanist…i killed him for Gahd!…( laughing as he trailed off…)…i even fried him in hot-sauce so he’d feel right at home…or just to prove a point i guess…you know…” Frank’s…i put that shhhii…” HEY man Come on…
” iit…” the man’s jaw dropped……oh K…so you’re ” on…”  gonna kill me?… ” ev-ree-thinng…” staring right through the man’s skull…
{ FAKE NARRATOR WHO IS CURRENTLY TRIPPING ON MUSHROOMS SPEAKS TO THE AUDIENCE…}
[ choose storyline #1 to have the creature kill the man…or storyline B to let him live…]

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…we hear the trumpeted fanfare of King Arthur’s court…
{ NARRATOR SPEAKING THROUGH A MOUTHFUL OF DROOL AND BBQ SAUCE…}
[ oop, oops…ho-daw folksh, wum sheckmm……( searching frantically for a nakkin ) …..
ok…
have you ever have…’ uh-sorry…take 2…’ –
[( action! )]
( all smarmy and breathy-crooner-like…) Have you ever had, the sudden urge to kill someone?…it’s ok to admit it…we’re not gonna tell…because for the next thirty minutes, if you call the number flashing at the bottom of your screen, you could win a prize…an all expense paid trip to Guyana…that’s right Guyana, where you’ll play Jim Jones in the next religious cleansing…don’t worry, not too many lines to remember, just sit there all pilled-out and convince everyone how, truly thirsty they are…thirsty for the
” Cruel-aid of God…”…lets face it…we’re overdue…how long’s it been? Applewhite?…Koresh?…you could be a starrrr……” …back to you Frank…THANK you Don…
( and the music segue’s into Billy the Mountain…….)
( the lights fade…then come back quickly…)
we hear the theme song from the Benny Hill show saxing as a water dragon chases a dung beetle around the front yard in fast-forward, slapping him on the head over and over again in rapid succession…[ oh, kinda like a fast blow-job…a rapid suck-session…get it??:) ]…..
( smiling wide, eyes darting side to side…)
[ hello?….HEH lo…
hmmm….
anyway, back to the story…]
( mumbling…)
…….Jonah shook his head slowly side to side…( looking up at the ceiling, as if responding to the hallucinating narrator’s sense of dry humor…) …then looking back down again, said, ” nooo, i’m not gonna kill you…” …

{[( …thanks to little Timmy White of Dacron, Ohio…check the mail in a few days Tim, your prize was mailed out this morning buddy!!…thanks and have a good time…with her…….hee-hee-hee…just kidding all you Moms out there…)]}
Jonah continued, “…i’m not gonna, but, my wife doesn’t care who may want to save you, or guide your path…” …

then he stopped for a moment…and asked, ” so…what’s ya name anywayz…”
the man looked back up at him and looked into his eyes and eyes and eyes…
and finally said, ” spot. “…
Jonah laughed, and cheerily said, ” funny…but, serious yo…she’d straight-up step on yuh face to crush yuh head in-tuh dust and quiverin’ jelly in a broken shell…and when yuh laying there dying, she’ll swoop you up and toss what’s left-uh yuh to the cats…see?…that’s why i picked you up off-ah the floor and put you up here, nothin’ much, just some cotton in a padded-cell, but…like i said…”…he reminded him again,
” you just stay out of huh way…the less she knows of you the bettuh, for both of us, believe me!…i’ve seen huh in action…she’s…let’s just say when it comes to bugs in the house she’s very…thorough.
The man paused as his face got smaller…and he said, in a Southern drawl, sticking out his chin a bit…”…buuug?…”…
Jonah stopped swirling above…or…under him, and looked him deadpan eyes to eyes…

” you fer real bud?…yeah, bug. You-ah an insect of the vilest stock, no redeeming value, save the mint-paste your kind emits when tightly squeezed over a hot cup uh erbil tea…” …..( he looked away longingly as if he suddenly desired a cup himself…)…

the man blurted, ” WHHAAAATT?…are YOU fer fuckin’ reeeal?…C’mon…really?…”
…Jonah twitched his right eyes twice in a row and smiled slightly unhinged at him…

” yeah, dude! I’m fer FUckin’ real. Guaran FUckin’ TEED of thAt!…( leaning in a bit too close…)
( then backing away slightly…) But…yoar the luckiest somunabitch that ever did live and breathe let me tell you!…you see my little chickadee…you are so lucky because if you’d fell the day before yesterday, you’d be in my tea right now…i’ve had a change uh haht concerning my favorite faiuh…YOU! ”
The man sighed, ” …Huh?!…what do you mean exactly?…you’re not gonna kill me?…And, you wanna be my friend? ”
Jonah smiled and swirled his body around in a tight crunch like a maggot rolling over on his fat belly…” slow down Pard…let’s take it one stage…err…hee-hee…one step, at-a time…           ( chuckling…)…one sTEp at a time… ”
the man looked up and smirked confused, “…o.k., that works…”…

then the man added, ” don’t take me wrong pal, i’m glad for what you done, it’s not so bad up there…i just miss my Ginny is all…”…
Jonah said, ” i understand bruhthuh, yoar fine, don’t worry…just no more sneaking off and slidin’ down the wall…” …he looked down with his eyebrows gently angled at him and had a Fatherly grin all over his shifting face…and love in every last one of his eyes…
the man was taken aback…” how…..how did…you, i…i only, imagined doing that…i mean…i stayed in the bed the whole time…how’djou?…
Jonah had a blank look for a second, then smiled huge…( suddenly from sunny Califor-NIE-Yay )…
” ohhh!!! deuwde…i forgot bro, you’re not from here…see, here it’s all telepathy…mostly anyway…
( now from higher Connecticut ) …yewken still say werrds and they’ll transform on their own into whateverett is thachou desirre…action and thought are one and the same here…let’s say…ok, picture this…right?…( now from Rockland, MA. ) …ok, you reach up tuh scratch-yuh nose, and at the same time yuh thinkin’ about cookin’ up-a, BIG old greasy, bad fuh you, pound uh BAkin…VOILA…you get a zit on yuh-nose from the thought-uv all that grease and the mental image of yuh finguh-tip touchin’ yuh-nose…right exactly where you touched it…”
He looked amazed and said, ” no way…” ( smiling a little…)…
Jonah ( now from no-wa’uh in pahtick-yulah ) reassured him, ” oh yeah, yup. ok, let’s see…alright, you’re eating a slice of cheese pizza…”
the man says, ” yeah?…”
Jonah held out only four arms in front of him…hands and fingers pointing up…

” now see?…you have a plain pizza…and you’re enjoying it…
suddenly someone mentions the rain…next time you take a bite, ( he pulls his arms in to take a bite, and is disappointed…frowning for effect…) …it’s drenched…”…
the man looked slowly away at the t.v., flickering in the background…
then said with a half-smile, ” so i’m drinkin’ coffee…and on t.v., someone pukes???…”
Jonah nodded his head yes a few times, and said, ” see?…you ain’t so dumb…yup, large regular, cream and extra sugar with a turbo shot-uh bile…
comin’ right…( his voice rising with the puke…) uuuup!…( laughing …) …yummie for my three tummies…”
the bewildered man let his head plop back down on his make shift pillow and smiled thinking of the endless possibilities…then said, ” ok. so how do you do it?…why isn’t one guy eating a car-crash with his french-toast and eggs?…or another guy fucking his wife, suddenly he’s bowling her down the lane???…”
Jonah laughed, ” Ha-Ha!!…you don’t even know how funny that is bud…oh man it was brutal!!!…you shoulda seen it…at first…entire buildings covered with pepperoni slices and crusty burnt cheese…it was beautiful man ( wiping a tear…) …my friend was home-brewing some oatmeal stout…we looked and there were literally thousands of dead sea-monkeys floating on the wort…
all the rest were definitely drunk, and the revelry was embarrassing for some…liberating for others…
all in all, we learned a lot about each other…then, there were the street-walking girls, with their reverse-skin, and their reproductive organs tumbling out of them and floating up to the sky in a parade of papaya rinds and half-lit cigars…” …he watched the look on Jonah’s face go from wide-smile-nostalgic to bland-faced memorabilia…

The man asked…” why did you save me?…”
Jonah shifted uneasily behind himself again, before coming to a short stop on the wall next to the Cezanne knock off…
” See this?…”…the man said, ” yeah?…”
Jonah took his seventeenth tendril and brushed it wearily across his shape-shifting face…

” ok, well this banquet table represents this mortal coil…every living thing is fated to die…slated to endure the shock of leaving the life we’ve become so very accustomed to…you follow?…”
the man shrugged his shoulder like, ” der, what’s the big secret to it all…that’s it? ” and he echoed his own thoughts aloud, ” that’s it?…’…
Jonah said, ” yeah…that’s it…if you hadn’t crawled in here yesterday, my new leaf would’ve never turned…that’s it.
the man asked, ” new leaf? how do you mean?…”
Jonah looked just to the left of the man’s shoulder at the picture of his proud father, standing next to Jonah in his graduation gown , and throwing his hat into the air……
and he said, ” see?…life is…( hmmm…) um…hold on…what’s your name, your real name………you never told me…”
the man laughed, ” …oh yeah…it’s Ento…” …to which Jonah raised his eyebrows and said, ” oh…En-tooo…okaaaayyyyy…” ( looking away with a grin…)
He lowered his head a little and bunched up his face into a vague smirk, ” yeah, Endicoathe Naomi Tewilliger Oranthal the third…that ok with you!?…”…
Jonah raised his shoulders a bit, like ” hey sure, sure…whatever…” …

then said, ” …well…’ Ento ‘ , life is short. Yeah, i could’ve already crunched your feet or maybe your legs into my mandibles…and let you live, watching you scutter and proam at the mouth as life sputters from you…
or even nibbled out your eyes, and slowly scraped off your face with my knuckles…or aimed a focus’d point of light at you, burning away your shell and frying you inside your own skin…..or even…”…..
” OK!!! ok, i get it…” the man said, ( smiling up at him…)
Jonah stopped and looked back over his shoulder at the tiny bug-man…he smiled and shrugged, ” yeah…you’re right…got carried away for a second there…”
the man chuckled, ” no problem…hee-hee…i was gettin’ worried for a sec tho…like where’d you go all of a sudden?….” …
Jonah laughed like the day Emily made him a collage of all his concert footage…everywhere his hard-core gangsta rap band ” Insecticyde ” played…in little cut-out scraps and newspaper clippings…
reflecting on the memory of her proud face…he said, ” sorry pal…”
the man just smiled up at him and was about to say, ” no prob dude…” when suddenly Jonah turned his entire body around to the right, covering EnDo with the tail enT of his body…hiding him so his wife couldn’t see as she flitted around the tiny kitchen…
Jonah called out, ” hey honey, everything ok?…”…turning back to wink at his friend…
She replied in a tired voice, littered with the guts of all the many previous invaders…
” yeah, just tired babe…”…and she did sound bogged down with the weight of all those hapless souls, forever creaking and clicking their buggestions and beesires…to a deaf ear with a rolling pin, tapping her foot impatiently, and waiting to crunch their heads into mint cream for her loving husband’s tea after a hard day at the mill…
then she playfully asked, ” how ya feelin’?…” …all 50’s greaser, twerlin’ huh haiyah, snapping huh gum and blowin’ a bubble, while Biff enthusiastically Beat on the Brat…

Jonah looked down at the bottom of his thorax and watched as his center bulged with swollen tendons and rippling ligaments, stretching into a long, thick probe for her mouth and hind-flanks…he could feel exactly what she was thinking…and so could the man…      he drifted off on a cloud and watched as Jonah’s wife deep-throated the longest, fattest proboscis he had ever seen…and he thought to himself…” she got talent!!!…dammm…”…..
he turned to Ento and said, ” dude…” ( smiling ear to ear…) Ento raised one eyebrow and looked at him all proud, nodding his head quickly to the side, like…
” …go…git ‘er buuuuddyy…” and he winked at Jonah as he slithered away and slinked up behind his wife in the kitchen, running six hands up her back, branching off into 18 fingers…( 5 thumbs…)…stroking, and touching and tracing her outline, while at the same time reaching up under her apron to slip his tube inside her hollow and bang her against the stove…while picking her up and spreading his many layers of translucent, paned and portioned wings…floating above her a few feet, he works it in and out of her until she squats and squirts out a ribbon of thick, almost clear fluid…landing in a solid puddle at her feet…
The man could hear her vibrate and shaft all her breathing over to the outside series of valves and gills…lifting herself up and down on his thick probe as it crams in and pulls out of her just right…
she’s twisted over to the right a little as he leans up over her and drills into her fast and hard from behind, just the way she likes it…now he brings his third and fourth hands around to cup her second row of breasts and pinches a few nipples while he’s there…before sliding his other hands down to her case, and gently holding her sheaves open as he slams into her with a constant motion like a pair of shoes in the dryer … boom…boom…boom…boom… that has her ticking and leaking out all her viscous brown goo, sliding down the back of her leg as he grunts and shakes and pulls out his tube and shoots all his cream-filling onto her face and open mouths and tongues…she sucks it while she looks up into his eyes, as if to say, ” like thiiis???…”
they just stay there breathing heavy and holding each other as the last of his proteins blast out into her left hands…
she turns her head slightly backwards and growls…” MMMMMM thank you babe…( licking her fingers…) …that was SOOOgood…”
he kissed the back of her neck and said, ” GOD i love you…” as he’s lining it up at her anyfice, and pushes himself back inside her…
she pushes back against him and says…” mmmmm…love you back…back inside me!…”…
he moans, as more of his coagm slides out the tip of his coaccxx…..slowly he pulls his long probe from her inside chambers one section at a time, and squeezes out some more protein…catching it in his hand and staring at the white peal of it’s pallour…before he can say what he’s thinking, she moves her whole head around and laps it off his fingers…          ” ( smiling satisfied at him…) whaddaya holdin’ out on me?…” …
He groaned and said, ” Uh!! you’re still the hottest female this side of Gipsy babe…

( shaking off his pudgeon and tossing it around in a wide sweeping circle…it starts getting rigid, and extending, one muscle at a time…)…she looks down at it with a hungry swirl of her pink split tongue over her serated jaws, and wordlessly thinks into his mind…” capital idea!!…” …
and goes down to suck on it some more…

Ento was so incredibly turned on by their insex, that he turned so that no one could see and slowly slid his hands down over his smooth, plastic belly and down further to his straight pole……looking around again, he reached lower and pulled out his Dennis…shaking it triumphantly…it was bouncing at the end with all the frustration of a pressure cooker ready to burst…then he started pulling on it and twisting it slightly…watching as some white milk came slipping out of the throbbing holes…
squeezing the tips between his thumbs and first ten fingers…manipulating it in such a way and leaning back slightly with his posterior pushed in as if he were mounting a Katiedid on the pool table at Hanley’s pub and dry-humping her to the music…pulling down her ripped jeans and pushing her back…kissing her slim belly on the way down to her perfect snootch…coming back up to her little clitch…taking it in his mouth he sucks on it gently then swirls his tongue underneath the hood of it…pushing his tongue in toward her qubic bone…then forcing it down into her…burying his face in her wings…she’s moaning loudly in reckless abandon as she remembers, her unimaginative mate doesn’t have a clue as to how to lick anything but his own preening ego…
he sucks and licks and laps her to depletion before even thinking about standing up in front of her and pushing into her as far as she can take…then a little further…then all the way…plounding into her and hearing her squeal her music, like it’s scrounding out of the jukebox…grinding himself into her tight little hole and squeezing her perfect mounds as she growls out all her frustration like a German shepherd and blasts out all of her womanly juices onto his muscular stomach and thick waist…he pushes in and out of her honey-flowing steampot for days upon weeks upon years upon eternity…he rams and jams and slams into her as he gazes into her pretty eyes and recites her favorite poetry, softly into her ear…..
just as he pictured her in his mind smiling up at him with her happy eyes closed and tilting her head a little, he let loose a blast that would’ve scared Cytherea…
he imagined Xzythleen scrunching down to her knees real quick to catch it in her mouth as she bobbed her head in fast, slow out, in fast, slow out…in fast and staying down there ’til she started to choke…then out again, slow on the way up to the top…he grunts like a building swaying in a hurricane as she dutifully catches every shard of his liquid fire all over the back of her mouth and down her slender throat…then she looked up into his eyes…as if to say, ” liiike thaaaat?…”

Slowly the room started to come back into focus, and he was standing there in the middle of his Den…and looking around, swathing his tiny neck left and right trying to clear his mind…and get his bearings…

a few minutes later, he heard scraping noises and clustered movements to his left, so he quickly ducked into the corner and covered his faces with a blanket…
then he heard, ” buuudyyy?…”…he thought to himself, ” Jonah…”…
he looked out slowly over the top of the comforter, then tossed it aside…” hey man, i was scared…”

Jonah slowed his frantic Tourette-like tic, and froze the bottom half of his body, flexing every joint from his rugged mid-section; lean and rippling with sinew, corded like a tight braid…then said, ” scared…scared of what?…”…..snapping it forward like a lid popping to the side from too much steam pressure…”…AAhhh, that’s better…”
the man nodded his head upward a few times, and asked, ” bad back?…”
Jonah tensed up a little just out of ego-tention drawn by one of his ” maladies ” raising his tinder-stick arms, all laced with a slight cilia, and slick with a thin oil…brushing his hair to the side, ” yYaaaah…it hurts sometimes, but…( whhhooo…) you know, you just kinda deal with it…” ( mocking a pained expression, looking off to the right a bit…) so…( looking back…) scared of what?…”
the man looked down and walked to the edge of his cloud…
As he looked back at the rest of Jonah’s room, he could see other things circling in the background…other…” creatures…” …yet, he was a creature here…so what were they?…

he focused on one of the shapes and tried his hardest to make out some feature or stripe of color he could lock onto…
Jonah noticed his gaze, fixed on something behind him…

he turned slightly and then said, ” oh, that’s my boy Ludwig…he’s a good kid, but ‘tween you and me and the flies on the wall…uh, no offense there pal…( winking at him…) …the kid don’t try at nothin’…just sits in his room all day, like a moth on a window sill, wishin’ someone would open it for him…you know?…”
the man nodded his head…” but, he’s out here,…there…now…he seems happy. ”
Jonah remarked, ” yeah, we got KayEff See comin’…( wink…)…so stay up here nestled in your corner, and don’t let Junie see you…o.k.?…cause if her or Wiggy or Rhonny sees you…..
well, just be careful arrite?? ”
He nodded again, ” arrite. ”
” Arrite, i’ll be back in a few…you hungry?…do you guys, eat…what?…what do yous eat anyways…?
” people food…i’m not a bug. Well, at least in my former life i wasn’t. ” he looked up at Jonah and mused, ” Ever read Kafka?…
( smiling…) …this is kinda like that huh?…like I’m Gregor in a world of Gregors who don’t know that i’m really one of them…the non-bug thems i mean…you follow?…”
Jonah raised just two eyebrows and said, “…yeeeeah…um, i gotta…git doww…..( backing up slowly…) i’ll see you in a, whahh…” and he coiled back down toward the center of the room shaking his head, just as his loving wife Emily came dancing into the room twirling side to side in wide half-circle sweeps, ( he’s called her Junie since they first met some thirty-seven years ago in Florida…June 13th to be exact ) she brought out the Colonel’s crack-cocaine on a fancy serving platter with thin faux-gold lamé edges and fanciful scenes of frolicking nymphs, rolling in the grass and nibbling at each other’s virgin wares…
and he leaned back against the billowy bundle under his head with a sigh…” hmph…where the hell am i?…” …he just watched as they enjoyed a hearty meal at the dining-room table, each giddy with the atmosphere of a good, solid family get together and a chance to enjoy a sit-down meal with Mom and Dad …
He thought about his Ginny, and her sickness as of late…wondering if she was o.k., and wishing he could somehow return to her and kiss her damp forehead, gazing into her lovely eyes and gently kissing her cheek…
but first, how to escape here, from this side-show attraction in some rolling circus…

where is Vic Morrow anyway?…

…for now he just watched, as Jonah’s daughter Rhonda Lee finished the joke that had her family so enthralled that they’d held their forks in mid-chew to hear the punch-line…” and she squished out his brains and cooked ’em in a stew!…” she smiled wide and stood up with both arms extended before her like, ‘ all done…’
Emily had to grab her napkin and cover the potatoes that were seconds away from squishing out the sides of her mouth…” EWW!…gross…” …but she was laughing harder than any of them as she tried to carefully swallow the rest of her mouthful…[ naht that she evah has that prahblum hhuh:)?…HUH??…..] …
Jonah laughed heartily, making his tail swish back and forth like an old Harryhausen scorpion…snapping in the air and ready to strike…he said, ” good one Rhonny…how long’it take ya?…” she smiled at him and said, ” i’m not tellin’ , you’ll laugh…”
he stopped smiling and said, ” if you don’t i’m gonna gitcha!…” and he raised up playfully, threatening to run around the table after her…” she screamed in a high shrill laugh and took off into the kitchen…
then, not a minute later, as he sat there chuckling, she brought out a fully lit birthday cake…and started up the whole gang in singing for him…
” Haaaaappy Biiiiirthday to you…haaapy biiirthday to you…happy birthday deeeeear daaaaa-aaaaaaad…you smell like my poooooo…” …then she bowed sightly, swiping three or four of her left legs behind her like a curtsy…” thank you, thank you…” she was grinning ear to ear, and nodding her head wildly like Angus Young…” …as they all laughed…

” here Daddy, happy birthday…” she kissed him on the cheek as he looked down at the dung pie, with wax and grub-guts frosting…
he turned around in his seat to hug her and lightly kiss her on the forehead…” thank you Rhonda Lee…you’re a good daughter, you make your Dad proud you know?…” she smiled proudly back at him… standing close next to him, they did their Dad and Daughter handshake, which they called the ‘ Merry Thomas…’ …over the years, they had perfected it into a couple of tight, quick, gestures that unfolded the whole sequence, and frankly had you staring at their continuity and waiting for one of them to mess up and have to start over again… first the open sets of hands, not connecting on the first pass, but connecting with the second, in a series of sideways slaps, then the brushing together of each set of palms in such precise sequence, you were doing the calculus in your head…then the closed fists gently butting together before opening again to lock every second set of thumbs and bring in a four-mouth kiss on the hands for each, her then him…
the entire effect was heart-wrenching to an author/narrator who admires their closeness and desires to enjoy it with his own offspring…
then he said, ” i love you darrrlin’…” …..
she got teary-eyed, and pouted, ” i love you too Dad…( sniffling…) we almost lost you…

I was sO sad…Wiggy too…we cried EVrynight ’til you came home. ”
He hugged her even tighter and kissed her hard on the cheek…” i missed you guys too!…the whooooole time i was gone.
In fact, if it wasn’t for your Grandmother and Aunt Cada-( his sister Cicada Lee…) your Mom wouldn’a been able to come all the way in-tuh Mosston see me…she would’ve had to bring you guys…and besides it was better that you guys didn’t see me when i was all banged up…i saw pictures of my head and face afterwards and even i got upset…it was genuinely disturbing…huh, hon?!…” he twisted his neck toward the kitchen for her answer…Emily said in a far away voice…” yeah babe, let’s change the subject ok?…i can’t think of you all banged up like that…ICE CREEEAM anybody???…” Rhonda went cart-wheeling her many legs out behind her, and twirling her fork behind her back, threw it up in the air like a baton-girl in a parade…twisting around quickly to catch it again…then enthusiastically entered the kitchen asking…” what kind?…”

Suspended in his prison shelter, the dejected man could take no more…he turned roughly onto his right side and squashed his eyes shut, hoping to just fall asleep and wake up next to Gin and hear her quietly snoring as he traced her silhouette with his loving eyes…transfixed, he’s lost in thought as Jonah slips up close and whispers…

” you ok buddy?…dude, i brought you some scraps…hey…”
the man pretended to sleep…” uggaggusshnsnaassuhn…” …mumbling in his                          ” dream-state ” …..
…so Jonah put the pieces of biscuit and crumbs of fried-chicken batter on the table of webbing to the rear-left corner of the man’s room and Fatherly petted him on the side of his head with his feather-soft tendril, gently brushing the coarse black bangs from his eyes…
the man didn’t turn over, but only opened his eyes and stared at the wall in front of him, following the cottage-cheese texture of the finish…thinking of Gin and her fingers, the way they would caress his temples, rubbing in light-circles, whenever he would get one of his famous, side-splitting headaches. He could be down for three, four days at a time, wracked with blinding pain and sinking more and more into their soft mattress, as she worked her magic…even after volunteering at the library all day, then going to the music store to teach piano to the teens and curious adults, who Thoreau-ly enjoyed her approach to the arts and the way she would emphasize the importance of literature, poetry, music, nature and art in general, to be used as panacea for the soul…
now she was sick, and he couldn’t help her at all. It made him sad…he only wanted to somehow contact her and tell her that he loves her and misses her and, has…apparently morphed into some kind of insect, who is ever increasingly becoming more and more hideous to even the bugs themselves…would she even want him in this new, grotesque form?…his only true love…the only She who would…who could, ever understand him and his modus operandi…his glancing skew of a take on life and humanity, she got him…first time…no need to ingratiate himself upon her tolerance as he’d had to do with countless other mates. She understood what makes him tick and the reason for his quiet revelations, with his head cocked to the side as he stopped in mid-sentence to inwardly grasp his genius beckoning to him once again…she would only smile and wave her hand playfully at him, ” skee-daddle…” with a wink, signifying her o.k.ness with his slaving the rest of the night away in his study…she’d still knock lightly every few hours and check in with some hot black coffee and a few white-chocolate covered pretzels…before turning to leave again, kissing him on the forehead, and returning to the kitchen to finish dinner…
He returned to the present moment, just as Jonah was backing away from him to relish the warmth of his family hearth…
and letting out a little contented hiss with his retreat…
” ok bud, see you in a while…”
He laid there for a moment or two before drifting off to real sleep…dreaming he had Virginia in his arms again, they walked kicking the foamy surf from their happy toes…smiling, hand in hand as they became one with the sunset…
it seemed like only yesterday that she became hopelessly ill, stuck to her mattress for weeks while the virus that was slowly killing her did it’s job and coursed through her like some poison milk, slitting her veins as it traveled through them on the way to her dying heart…he stayed by her side constantly, even ignoring his revelations and impetus until they’d become unbearable and he’d allow himself some relief by jotting down his most important notes on scraps of paper while she slept soundly, yet wheezingly…sputtering in the cancered lung like a small motor held underneath the surface of bath water, sending out little bubbles in it’s wake…
he pored over her everyday, after work. He’d leave early sometimes just to get home through the rush-hour traffic…
even getting yelled at by his boss, to which he replied, ” fuck you, fuck your company, fuck you again…fire me if you don’t like it…if you still don’t like it FUCK YOU!!! flipping the guy off with his middle finger pressed up against his ” supervising “…nose hard enough to mash it over to the side and push his glasses up just so he knew that he meant fucking business…and he got up from their ” meeting…” and headed for the door…

his boss said, ” you’re right. ( gently rubbing his throbbing nose…and replacing his specs ) …go. Do what you have to do. If you still want to come back, call me when you’re ready…
i was a jerk. I hope Em’s ok…”
The man turned back around and walked over to Fred’s busy desk and held out his hand…saying through tears, ” shake pal…” …Fred extended his hand…
then watched him go…

He didn’t return for the rest of that Spring. Or even Summer…by Winter, her condition worsened as they said it would, only it took shape as the sinister cousin of an illness inside of her, hand in hand with the tumor which now almost completely blocked the top of her right lung and was growing a sapling in the left one…on top of all that, she developed an uncontrollable habit of spewing projectile nosebleeds which would ejaculate up and out, stretching two to three feet and flushing down in an avalanche of red over her resting legs and hips before she could do anything to stop it…
he’d come into the room and see her covered gut to foot in blood.
The first time he witnessed the bounding crimson river, he cried out for her…                         ” NNoooooooooo Ginnnn…honey what happened?…” as he roughly climbed into the bed with her hugging her so tight she couldn’t breathe…struggling to catch her breath she fell into a severe coughing fit which spewed forth another torrent of blood, sperming down over her lips, chin and throat as he watched helplessly…and said, ” did, i… just do that to you?…” and he backed away in horror at what he could be doing to her, with his bad aura…
she tried to say ” no ” …it wasn’t you, but choked on some blood-spit and gagged a little before puking to the left into her basket…
he ran out of the room crying for her, convinced that he was only hurting her more each day…
He ran straight for the liquor cabinet and pulled down the bourbon, hoping beyond hope he could swilldrown her poor face from his mind…

( floating just to the left of his misery, we see him over the round of his shoulder, he’s facing away from us…)
He has an image stuck in his head… that of an insect…with slight feathers or hairs, and scales so intricate in their random patterns, as they radiate outward like a fractal image…the limber body, flexed and raised with sinewy muscle and tight greenish/blue flesh with a tinge of gray, outlined with a faded orange/yellow…it’s eyes shifting constantly…the tongue came barrelling out and would swoosh to the left, draw back in…then come out again, swooshing to the right…the tail, constantly curling under him had slight bumps tracing up the length of it, quartered with dabs of red, and undulated like heavy breathing under a blanket
He noticed a vague familiarity in it’s eyes…an image of a man…wondering…gazing upward into the face of a greater man…a God…only the man IS the God…
the God is an insect…the man is…….

He wakes up screaming, ” GiiiiiiiiiiiNNNNYYYYY…..” and he’s sobbing in his sleep…
Jonah hears him, and puts down his book – Ovid’s ” Metamorphoses ” or transformations…and he rushes up to the man’s corner…
” hey bud…you ok…sh, sh, shhh…hey Bunkie…you had a bad dream…you ok?…”
the man turned over, looking up at Jonah like, ” UGH i’m still here?…”
then said, ” yeah, about my wife…she’s dying and it’s all my fault…”…he tossed the blanket aside…
Jonah turned around quick, and said, ” shh…hold on real quick…” before floating back toward his livingroom…
Then he returned, ” ok…thought i heard Em…sooo, do you wanna tell me what happened?……”
the man looked down at his feet…and feet…and…feet?…” ummm…whatthafUCKIISSSHAPPENNNINNG??!!!…”
Jonah tried to stifle his startled shriek, like putting your finger over a pin-hole in a balloon…
from below they heard, ” Jonah?…Jonah…please come here…”
He looked at the man who was still staring at his many new appendages and said,                  ” ( whispering very loudly…) way ta go dICKhead!!….”
and he finally looked up, and watched as the creature whizzed away in a flash, then only seconds later he was at the kitchen table again, sitting calmly, grading his student’s entomology exams as she entered the room…” Jonah?…honey?? ( now she’s through the door…) honey did you hear that?…”
He looks over at her, ” what dear?…did i hear what?…”
she looked exasperated…( throwing not a question, but, more of a quick statement…)……..” YOOOUUU didn’t just hear what i heard…..”
he smirked a little, ” babe…just tell me o.k.?…i don’t know what you’re asking…”
she held her breath for a few seconds, fuming…wringing her hands and rising up and down on her feet…
then she turned away quickly and ran up the wall, darting across the cabinets and bursting through the kitchen/livingroom door…” UGH…ARRRGGHHH!!!…”
he half-laughed and said, ” baaabe what is it…” and then winked up at the mansect in the corner…
she came back into the kitchen, and said only, ” ok…whatever…” and she turned to the sink to phlegm the clean dishes and put them away…
he winked his many eyes back at Jonah, his new friend…and he thought, ” well, he did say let’s take it one stage at a time…or was it step…”
…then he started repeating the phrase, comparing it each time to the prior…” one step at a time…one stage at a time……step…stage…step…stage…step…stage…”…
He seemed stuck like a vinyl record skipping…

Jonah raised the right side of his face, like ” shut up buuuddyy!!!…Emily was doing the dishes not two feet away from Jonah, so there was no way he’d be able to stop her…..
she tossed the spit-rag on the counter, and drank the rest of her ” bug-juice…”……he shrunk into himself a bit…
the man had stopped clicking up there for a few seconds…she found more plates in the t.v. room, and brought them to the sink complaining under her breath…bursting through the door, “…i’m gettin’ priddy ( BOOM )uckin’ sick of it! no help around here…friggin’ dishes in the friggin’ sink and bugs…Bugs!!…”
…she swirled her head around sweeping it to the left and listening…

/” …………”\    …??
…then swoosh…she swept to the right and cocked her head to the side…

/” …………”\    …??
and she gave out a big grunt, snuffling through her prob…and curling it in a show of readiness…or a battle-cry…to reach the ears or cilia of each and every bug within miles of their stately manor…

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He sat there in his ” chair ” shuddering like a set of blinds in the wind and thought about Ginny, and Steph…and just wanted to see their faces…even if he Was a hideous creature now…he was still her husband…and Steph’s Father…and what about little *___*?

He stood and went to the edge…and pissed
He didn’t see Jonah, or his wife…no kids…” hmmm…”…he looked over at the kitchen door…( his door not theirs )…and decided to make a break for it…

thinking, ” They’re nice people and all…but Gin needs me…bug, human…whatever. she needs me. ” …
With that mantra echoing through his tiny brain, he tucked his sextant back into it’s sheath, and slowly leaned forward a bit to scan the room under him…then upon looking left to right three times, decided that it was time…his first mistake was not looking down by his right feet, and not seeing the end table with the last three issues of Poets and Writers sitting there…
he tripped over the bluzzy table and watched as this month’s issue floated up and fell away, down into their livingroom…swifting left and right like the lightest feather, twirling like a white furry ballerina leaping into Baryshnikov’s arms…before he parades her around, effortlessly suspending her above his head with one hand and dance/walking to the opposite side of the stage…..
He shrunk all stealthy against the wall…in his head he could hear the Art of Noise playing the theme from Peter Gunn…
he waited some more, then slid to the right a few feet…now he could see their kitchen door…it was closed so he wouldn’t have any notice if somebody came through it…
pausing for a moment, he decided once and for all that he had nothing to lose…and he stared down at his rows of feet, saying under his breath, ” hope you guys can keep it together…”
then he looked down at the door one final time and let out a big sigh…still being careful to not enunciate any actual thoughts, just move…
From the bedroom, Jonah heard a quick, teensy little squeak just after the man sighed…but thought nothing of it…and rolled back toward the center of their bed…
reaching over to stroke the bangs from her eyes as she slept.

He waited, then tossed himself hard into the wall, pressing into it like he was the paint…
rounding the corner, he could see the kitchen door…he took a quick second to look back and couldn’t hear a sound…not a peep, no air, no brushing of Rhonda’s pretty little feet, with her toe-nails painted pink, or her mis-matched socks swabbing the floor…nothing…
He turned his head back left towards the corner, and in three sluggish, corkscrew jerks of his entire body, he pointed himself that way…but he still couldn’t see or hear anything. He decided to go for it…he was already on the floor and didn’t have far to go…so he turned back three jerks to the right, and moved towards the doorway…
when suddenly, he felt a strong whooosh of air and backed into himself a mile or two…looking up at the coils and legs and legs and legs and thorax…and finally…the angry face of Jonah’s wife…harmonizing with himself flawlessly…in a voice of helium and N-Sync he screamed in a loose tremolo, ” SHIIIT>>> ” …….
he scurried as fast as his heavy clumsy shell would take him…but he just kept scraping his rows of useless legs along the slippery floor…finally, he scrambled backwards just in time to dodge the digibook version of the Centi-pedia website…held tightly in her killing hand, and moving towards him…
He remembered seeing a maggot on his counter, back in regular world…and it tightened up it’s body and rolled to the side to move, because it was so full of burnt barbequed-potatoes and season-salted hamburger with too much black pepper…
he rolled just in time to feel the rush of air blast next to his face, and watched in horror as the Ibrary missed his head by millimeters and left a dent in the soft wood of the floor……
Rolling leg over leg over leg and twisting his body to and fro, he desperately tried to rock back the other way and scoot quickly over toward the throw-rug…” if i can just duck under that…”
success!!!…he pitched himself down through the narrow spaces between the slats of knotty-pine…he dove down through the frame and swam up toward the cellar…leveling off then spiking his body down towards the attic…
turning around quick to see her distended eye-shaft follow him into the recesses and cracks in his temporary asylum…
The man backed slowly into his haven…peeking out under the love-seat to spy her whereabouts…
he could see Jonah at the table, nervously looking up at her standing inches away from the nest and frantically searching for ” that little maggot…”
and the man thought only to himself…” glad she didn’t see me duck in here…”
suddenly her head turned his way…he shrunk his whole body down and pressed into the wall…
He believed Jonah was correct when he said, ” when it comes to killing bugs, she’s very…thorough…”…..
his skinned crawled…he looked down at a microscopic wisp of a larva crawling happily up his arm…
he stared at it making it’s way slowly up his forearm, tickling through all his hairs one by one…he laughed under his breath…
and said, ” ( softly…) hey bud…wanna be my new friend?…” …and he watched as it turned slightly as if responding to his vibrations…and bowed it’s head slightly, almost touching his skin…then it raised itself up on its mighty strong front legs…holding…holding……
suddenly it jumped right at his eyebrows and crawled across his forehead…
he laughed a little too loud and saw Jonah’s shoulders go up …
he whispered, ” sorry…” …..and he said under his breath, and half with his mind…” what’s your name?…”
he just looked for a few seconds…then he heard a frail, thin, sorta squiggly voice, ” i’m Gerald…”
he smiled so happily…and he projected his own name to his new friend…
it said, ” ohhh…nice Irish name huh?…”
the man told him in a vibration of burnt-orange…” yup…Irish…French-Canadian…Greek…Portuguese…and Wampanoag Indian…kind of a mutt i guess…” …..
the little smiling eyes and big round clown nose suspended on his eyelash laughed in a very high quiet squeak……( think Willy Whistle before puberty…)
and the man said, ” l like you Gerald…i needed a friend and you were there all of a sudden…
HEY!!…you could be my Friday??…or…you could be my Crusoe…either way little buddy…” …..
he was grinning ear to ear, and thought of the Skipper calling Gilligan, ” little buddy…”…he drifted on the memory of the cast and crew of the S.S. Minnow…their travails on the unpredictable open sea…and consequently, their ship-wreck on that tiny island. Also the way that they were so self-sufficient…thanks to the Prof…smart dude!…

[ Yeah, and they were all-so horny!…thanks Ginger…and Mary Ann…and…..dare i write it? YUP! i dare…….Mrs. Howell!!! Damn…she was smokin!…

…Come on, you never??, ya kno…i always imagined her taking out her teeth and…] {[…awright…awright…that’s enough…get back to it Bubbie…]} { ok, back to the script everyone……}

}( 3…..2……and??…..){

Gerald cooed a little, nestling under his neck, hiding in the scruff of Ento’s wispy chin hair…nudging him with his forehead out of appreciation and genuine love…
He carefully moved over to the far wall, and could see into Jonah’s livingroom…he moved his whole head around to his other shoulder, and watched through the huge bay window…above…….below him, as the clouds went rushing past in a high-speed reverse frame…
sitting on the ceilingfloor he gently closed his eyes and drifted to sleep…hoping she couldn’t get to him…
He had a dream that he brought Gerald home to meet Ginny…and he called out…
” hey Giiin?….Gin you home honey?…”
then he mumbled to his new friend…wait til you meet her…she’s gonna love you…..
she pushed through the bedroom door, coming, in from…the kitchen…but, couldn’t…get, the door to …BUDGE!!!…whheeeeew…
she said through the wall, ” babe?…you in there?…i can’t get in…” …
He looked over at the door from in the room and said, ” there’s…nothing, inthe way?….um…try again??…”
He turned to Gerald and whispered, ” weeeeeirrrd…”
she tried again, but clearly there was something up against the door from the other side…she could ” see the top of the doooooor, bending iiiiiinward…but the bottom had, something stopping it?…”
she thought about it for a second…then she laughed, ” ohhhh…i get it. ( giggling…and singing her words ) okaay babe, back away from the do-o-orrr…so i can…comeiiinnn…”
He stood dumbfounded in the middle of the empty room…his arms went slowly to his sides and his smile faded, as he tried to comprehend what the hell was stopping her from just coming in the damn door!…
He walked over to it and opened it easily for her…
as it creaked open, he could see the far wall of the kitchen, right up close to his face…and he snapped his head in a little, like, ” what the hell was that?!!…”
conversely, when she approached the opening door, all she saw were thousands upon thousands of cockroaches, all with Ento’s confused and shiffling face…scattering everywhere and trying to escape the room…flooding out from the top of the bedroom doorway…her screams were dampened by the stampede…as they were blasting a hundred-thousand legs at a time out onto the kitchen walls and up toward the ceiling…disappearing into each and every nook and cranny…notching the attic floor-boards as they burst through the livingroom ceiling tiles…heading up to the eaves…and finding the plumbing so they can all cram into the walls…

In that exact instant, he and Ginny both woke up screaming…only, he didn’t cover himself in a wave of crimson…..instantly Jonah was there covering his little lips and trying to nudge him awake…
” ( whisper shouting…) heeeyy!!!…duuude!!!???….hey quiet ya big dummy…..jeeeez…”
He opened his eyes and looked up at Jonah, like ” you again?…”
Jonah’s eyes were northsoutheastwest all at once, then he was looking updowndownup at him with his eyebrows angled sharp and he had his top arms crossed while the bottom rows of digits were fanning back and forth, smallest to biggest…then back the other way

the man said, ” ugh!… sorry…i was dreaming of her again…” Jonah said, ” Ginny huh?…”
the man said, ” yeah…i just wanna get the fuck out of here…don’t take me wrong pal, like i said, i’m glad for what you done, i just miss my sweet little Virginia Marie…”…
Jonah said, ” yeah, well…my sweet little Emily Drucilliia was right here looking for you man!!!…that was too fucking close…..did you forget your Thorazine?? ” …( zeen, zeeeen, zeeeeeeeeen, n, n, nn, nnnnn, nnnnnnnnnnnn……..echoing, building into the roar of an airplane just overhead and the fading tale-whistle it emits….) …

[ We watch as a heavily drugged man sees his own reflection in a hazy mirror and brings his medicated hand up to clear away the on drew cilia from his eyes…seemingly drawn there with some kind of feathery mascara…covering his face in a mossy field of useless skin…and meaningless emotion, scalding him as slowly and surely as a crack-torch up and down your bare leg cause you can’t pay up…..
in his mind he sees the fading image of his Mother, leaning in to kiss him on the forehead on his first day of second grade…then it switches to him stepping down off the porch at his Ex-marine Dad’s house, ready to go to war in his proud, tight, current marine uniform…

he shuffles, tentatively aiming for across the room…and turns all wobbly, then leans back in his hard plastic chair, at the top-left corner of the t.v. room, next to the plaid couch with all the gang symbols scratched into it’s wooden armrests…and puts his cup-uh-Joe on the table to his right…looking down he sees his D-ward ankle socks through the Thorazine haze which has become his face, and he brings a hand to his faraway mouth to dry the waterfall, swimming down the front of his shirt…he drifts and notices a tiny wisp of a creature on his eyelash…

Ento snapped awake…swimming through the residue of thick slumber…with his back tight to the wall, he sees a face imprinted on his mindscape…

a familiar looking man, in a hospital gown, and a Rudimentary Peni – ‘ Cacophony ‘ shirt…drooling into a cup of coffee…
shaking off the image, he turns his head to the right…He sees her eyes, angry and swirling all around outside his cubby-hole…he darts to the opposite side of the tiny space…skipping in place a few times before lunging out across the slight divide…
she tried pushing her face through the crack in the woodfloorceiling, and was doing her best to squash her vision tubes through as well…wriggling them in through the tight network of Escherian mazes and shaking them a bit to get in even further…still, she couldn’t see past the corner to her immediate right!!!…
she grunted and gave off a severe high-pitched alarm that had Jonah yelling, ” BABE!!! honey you ok?…”…she contorted her entire face to the right and grunted a blast of steamy air that blew back the hairs on the man’s arms…and almost dislodged him from his hideaway…he had to quickly grab Gerald before he was blown from his neck…he put him in his third pouch for safe keeping, petting the pocket gently as he closed it up again, leaving just a crack of space so the little guy could breathe……
He dug in with his finger-tip suction cups, and gasped for anything but the air of her stale breath…..
he stood there waiting for her to go…and he found himself thinking in a sort of bouncy, chimey, unfamiliar voice…” …thoughts make actions here……”
Jonah’s eyes blasted open straight from his dream made flesh…and in his mind he screamed, ” NNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!…” he bolted up straight in bed trying to unfog his face and head, before throwing the heavy blankets to the left and jumping from the bed to the right in one leap…
…as Endicoathe closed his eyes and pictured her tripping over her own feet, he smiled at the sheer comedic value of her not realizing that he’d tied her laces together when she turned away…
he followed her with his hundred eyes…and looked out his slotted haven at her turning slowly, then losing her balance as his smile faded and he yelled, ” HEEEYYY!!! looookouuuuuutt……” too late, she was already into the fall, smashing her head and the corner of her pretty face on the edge of the coffee table…
breaking the glass and gouging out four of her beautiful green/red-hazel eyes, spilling them onto the front of her sun-flowered apron…leaving a scooped-out crater across her forehead and down across her nose……

he looked to the left, straining to see her on the floor, and saying aloud, ” wait…where are the pillows?!…” hearing her grunting softly and her steaming chunks of gray-red were tumbling in flops out of her crab-like skull and slopping in heaps on the faded throw-rug in front of the t.v., staining in an ever-growing circle of blue-green and yellow burnt-orange

Jonah busted through the kitchen door and knew exactly where to look…straight up!!…
just in time to see his beautiful wife falling down toward him in rude jarring bumps, which left eraser marks on the paper as she landed on each and every precipice on the way down to the bottom…
finally, she plopped down fast and hard at his feet with a horrible thump!!!…and cracked wide open from forehead to belly button…twitching as all her lifeblood and green/yellow pus came bubbling out of her…..Jonah crumbled to all his knees as the schoolyard bully punched every inch of air out of him…he couldn’t take his eyes off her, spasming and churning stream after stream of thick greenish-red glumm onto the floor as it thickly spread in a big circle under her broken head and face…
her mouth kept snapping open, over and over again, like the little monkey with his crashing, clanging cymbals…

he turned purple and froze in his empty shell…..
his ghost floated above her and scooped her up in his arms…buzzing somberly toward the kitchen table, where he clears it with his fifth and sixth arms and gathers a pile of overdue bills and torn-open envelopes to put under her leaky head…..

His helpless face was pressed so tightly against the slats of pine, that he now had an imprint of the crack in a raised line, stretching from his scalp to his beard…
He imagined that it was Ginny who died and started to cry for his new found friend and his lovely, if not impetuous wife Em…he imagined showing up one day with Ginny and Steph, surprising Emily, ” ohhh…Ennnt…( hugging him tightly…) …you should’ve called ahead… i have nothing prepared for my guests… ( smiling nervously and dancing side to side like she has to pee…) …then Ginny will reach over and take her left hands in hers, whispering to Em…” you’re fine honey…let’s go find something dear…”
and Emily will swell up in the air a little; flapping her wings in a gentle buzzing tone of contentment as they huddle close together and giggle like schoolbugs…
hanging out all day on the veranda, and introducing Jonah to his family…incorporating them all into his routine…
…now she was gone…and he…( gulp…) killed her…..

Jonah looked up at the man’s nest, with all the tears of all the eyes, ever died or still alive…and he whispered one word…
” whyyy…( sobbing…)….( then yelling )…WHYYIEE!!!?….whyyyy??!!!!! ” you knew what thoughts could do!!!…why didn’t you stop yourself?…” and he looked down at Emily again…the frozen expression on her face reminded him of the way she looks when she’s sleeping…and he welled-up…shaking with abject sorrow…knowing she could never wake up next to him again, for the rest of his life…
the fly in the cobweb screamed, “…i didn’t meeeeeeannn…” …then he telekinected the rest…” i was just being funny is all, honest…all i wished was that she’d fall over her shoelaces i tied together…..
i didn’t mean to hurt her man!!!…shit, i didn’t even think of anything else…just her falling in slow motion onto some pillows…honest!!! i sweeeaaaaarrr…”
then he came running up the wall at him with the face of a killer, mouths frobbing bubbly spit…broken-heart throthing with a sad rhythm to it…
yelling, ” LIARRRRRRR…you killed my gir-herr-hirrrrrll…..i let you live, and you fucking KILL her!!!??….OHhhh Emmmmm….” ( sobbing heavily in a shuddering throe )
then, quick as death, Jonah sneered through the cracks at the gnat-fink…restled in his neecess…
Ento receded even further into his cove…and cowered, shaking and shimmying side to side nervously…
he could feel the wall bending in slightly with the terrible weight of Jonah’s swelling body, triple with taut sinews and wrought with the iron of revenge coarsing through his frought veins…his punches were shivering all the timbers…
he was bashing his fists against the wall, kicking it with all of his right legs then quickly switching to all the lefts…and he had his mouths up close to the man’s hiding space, grinning like Jack in the Shining…only in stereo…” Buhh-deeee…I’m HOOooommme…..” and little shittin’ his pants Endicoathe watched as Jonah’s left eye pushed in through the crack directly in front of him…and he punched his tiny frail hands four at a time against the old horsehair and lath walls…in rhythmic bursts…
” b,b,b,bang!!…..b,b,b,bang!…..b,b,b,bang!…..”…..and stole a scene from his favorite actor, ” come aeuwte come aeuwte wherrreverrr yeuw aorrrrr…..” …..
…..Spot felt dizzy…he shook his head back and forth…and looked down at Gerald…who was still looking out at Jonah trying to break down the wall…
he said, ” …buddy…i don’t…feel sooo……[ cut to a tree falling in the woods…a man holds his hand to his mouth yelling in a low-pitch-morphed bellow, ” tiiiiimberrrrrr …but his face is that of Gerald’s, and he is standing tall on the man’s arm-hair, wearing a General’s 5-star studded battle helmet…saluting the future as they plummet…
…..then as he’s falling, the whole room spins down at an angle with him in slow motion, we see Ento’s face turning in our direction, just as he hits we see his faces ( several images of his face in many different positions all at once, like the ‘ Hairway to Steven ‘ album cover…) rippling with the percussion of the hit…

like a boxer hitting the mat…( booom!…)…
he passed out, whacking his head and face on the wall in front of him, then sliding down to sprawl on the floor…
Gerald couldn’t help wishing he was a little taller, so he could have caught him before he fell…he absent-mindedly gave a hearty slap to each bicep, like HMMM! Strong…
…..he flittered up his arm crossing his shoulder and bounding around to his face…
then he stopped just underneath the man’s right eye, lifting the lid…looking into it, seeing the hazel and brown surrounding the shrinking pin-dot of black in the center as Gerald’s big eye’s shifted quickly back and forth…
he kissed him on the cheek, three times in a row…then said, ” you ok?…Mommy?…..Mommmm? are you?…..are you, d-dead?…..Mumeee? …sirrr? ” ………

and he cried in a breeze of strained falsetto and sniffled back his driffling youcus…

…………after what seemed like ten years, the man woke up in a white room, the ceiling was a black square-frame with white tiles, which had a spotted-black pepper design…
he could hear a crowd of people rambling around at the foot of his bed…he leaned up, but he couldn’t see anyone there…
he turned left, and saw the heavy brown and green door…
turning back to the right he saw a dot of light hovering level with his eyes…just out of reach…
he slowly reached out to touch it…suddenly it grew in size up and up and up…until it filled the entire room and pushed his bed out into the hallway…he slid across the floor in front of the nurse’s station…looking side to side and smiling, like a day in the snow on a tobbogan…
he kept on sailing, right out the front door…across the front driveway of the emergency room entrance, hanging a right onto the main road and down Beech Hill towards home…
waving to his aunt Peg as she was hanging out her laundry to dry in the side-yard…she waved at him and yelled, ” hey kid!!!…how’s school?…..” …as he was waving it occurred to him…her and Harry live in Michigan…what’s she doing here?…
next he saw his old high-school sweetheart Maxine…his bed whizzed by her as she was getting out of her car…he yelled, ” hey! Zeeny!!!…” she turned to look and he saw that her eyes were horribly torn from their sockets, with gaping, three-inch gouges excavating the space from her forehead down to her nose, her jaw, broken over to the right and her blood spurting out of her neck-hole…the top of her head broken outward as if her brain had popped…
he screamed, ” ZZEEEEEEE!!!…..” and he covered his eyes with the backs of his hands…shaking and crying to find out she was murdered, he had no clue…
he used to love her so much, he actually serenaded her one Autumn night, crouching on his right knee and crooning his love in a ” just written ” ballad…
he tried to shake-off the image of her badly broken face and her cave-out…and raising his tear-stained eyes to the sky, he sighed…and thought to himself, “…jeeezz…
should she even be driving??…” ………

he looked back down to the road just in time to see a 1989 Ford van stop too late to avoid hitting the little girl riding her ‘ out-of-control ‘ bike off the sidewalk…and watches as her Father runs his not fast enoughest to stop her in time…
Ento’s bed crushed her little head in a muffled pop that burst like a top…up into his face, slopping into his reluctant mouth…his resolve went South…

…he tried to wipe her brains from under his eyelids, and blew his nose with his finger pressed against each opposite nostril…he didn’t realize ’til after he’d passed by their blood-soaked driveway, it looked a lot like his house, and their driveway…and….

He cried for the girl…and said aloud, ” …..first Emily…now little Anna…”…
he sat up a bit straighter, and thought to himself…” …Anna?…..who the…how the…hell did i know that?…”
…and his bed rolled through a stoplight…he looked to the left at his seventh-grade home-room teacher miss Cavicchi, standing on her front porch with her plush kitty …

he imagined her naked, just as he did every single day in class…and every night…and in the bathroom…let’s just say, she helped him through many a rigid situation…
he waved and yelled to her, ” wow, miss Lorainne…you’re still beautiful…”
she giggled and lifted her shirt, letting her amazing breasts spill out onto her chest…smiling huge and saying, ” come back anytime cutie…i’ll give you a private lesson…”
he was standing up like he was surfing, and trying to find the brakes…waving both arms at her over his head frantically, holding up his first finger like, ” hold on a sec…wait…”
he tried and tried to find some kind of lever, or button…anything to get inside……………….
her.

he wiped a tear from his eye and waved goodbye as he sped away…she frowned and reached down to pet her lonely pussy………………
cat.
suddenly the bed started drifting to the right…
he sat back down Indian style and imagined a steering wheel in his hand…he gripped the wheel and pulled it back to the middle.
Then he concentrated on an emergency brake…imagining miss Cavicchi leaning over his desk while he tried his ‘ hardest ‘ to conceal his pathetic seventh grade boner…
he sighed quick…and tried again, picturing the handle of the brake in his hand, he even pulled his hand up as if he was engaging it…….
nothing.
He looks up at God like, ” really ??? …haveya seener?!…C’MAaaahhn!…” …
then he’s thrown to the side and knocked off the bed, scraping his elbows and knees on the tar, spreading miles of flesh in two broken stripes as he rolls end over end, directly in the middle of the road and stretching from Mass., to Florida …all the signs say, ” FLEEtown “… ” BEEhobeth ” … ” ANTlleboro…” ……..
……….then stretching further… …” mANNAsas “……..” dumFLIES…” …” WASPington D.C. “…..he quickly thought to himself…” what?…no vir-Gin-ia?…”…( winking at an imaginary camera…) …
then passing through the next town it said…” …Jonah’s Bluff “…..

followed by, ” Emmtown…” he rolls right off the tip of Florida into the ocean without stopping to see the Coral Castle, and yells, ” …..sorry Ed!!….” splooshing into the water…

” !!!!!!!!!!!”

He wakes up in his car, screaming his guts out and watches as they tumble out of his ripped open human stomach…piling in a heap at his feet, spasming as his life-force slips away…he closed his eyes and said, ” what was that crunch?…he lifts his head to look in the rear-view…his left eye is torn from the socket, and his jaw is mashed over to the right…his neck is stretched like a giraffe…and it’s slithering across the dashboard an inch at a time…then dripping like candle-wax to the floor underneath the glovey…..suddenly his bones are back and his neck is cricked over, sharp left…his spirit climbs up the wall of his attached-garage, coming to a rest above the window frame with the front end suspended off the ground and the tires are still spinning…
and he knows she’s dead…” she’s fucking dead and i…fucking…killed her…”…..through his haze, he realizes that when he wakes up he’s in for a world of regret…

[ scene change…]

…he’s on his knees on the floor at his sister’s house in Landrock…
praying earnestly, mumbling words he doesn’t yet understand, like speaking in tongues…crumbling with the drifting, shifting sand…swirling up into the sky, sucked into God’s daughter’s vagina…she’s too young for him, at 7,603,788,204 years old…and he’s not a pervert or whatever, but man…
he has to turn his head when she walks in the room!…
” girl…you’ll be a wo-man sooon…” …..
then he passes out in a hard flop onto the t.v stand, before tumbling down through each consecutive floor…down, down…down…
falling onto a brightly glistering Sun and burnt to a charred, black pile of ash…blowing away in the breeze of liquid fire…

And he hears the frail whimper from underneath his wheels…that of his sweet little…….
suddenly he’s jolted awake by Jonah’s heavy voice

” I’ll fucking KIIIILLL you-huu-huuuuu!!!!!…” …he opens his eyes to see Jonah at the wall and killing to dash his little head in….trying to stick his fingers and a thin, snakelike tendon which is twilling through the dringling flought…and tristling it’s way over to his shadow…Ento tries to speak but is interrupted by a high-pitched belch, echoing through the xinn, and piling up in a squelch of evil vintiglamms and right-side-up star-shaped cullets…
He jumped back into the safety of the alcove and pressed his film into the corner while Jonah’s left eye jouncingly searched for him…his right eye still motionless and barren but for one solitary tear…an abject tear for his one true love…
Her unique way of loving him without question…Even with his raucous past-life creeping unceremoniously into their happy life and abode, she didn’t care…she loved him unconditionally…” I loved her Ento!!!…and you made her die!!!…i loved her… ( pausing…) …and now she’s gone…”
then he picked up his head a little and asked, ” …why?….huh??…just, please…tell me why?…what did either of us ever do to YOU maaaan…NOTHing…thats what…” …
Endicoathe moved forward slightly into the light, but still half-shadowed…and said, ” i’m sorry Jonah…i…”
” WHAT??! ” …Jonah cut him off, ” you …you what?…i mean…you knew about the mind thing…i Told you…and about the power of thought here being so…so…..( sighing…) WHhoooooo…..” then he backed away from the wall a little and turned his left face to the right…scuffling his nose on one side and trustling his moustache with his baby flinger in a loose fwirl…
Ento started again, ” Dude. I’m sorry about Em…she was nice…i mean, sure…she WAS trying to squish my face into the grain of the wood…but, you know…besides that she was a very nice, very beautiful Ladybug…and i only wish my Ginny could have met her…i know they’d be close…”
Jonah looked back a little, seeing Ento only in his periphery…and said,” ( exhaling long…..) …tell me what happened. ”
Ento moved even closer to the wall now, stepping two legs at a time cautiously, as if Jonah was playing a trick on him…when he aligned his vision through the crack, he could see Jonah, weeping uncontrollably, leaning on the wall with his fifth arm, and resting his head on it…rocking it slowly back and forth…
He said, ” Jonah…i’m truly, truly sorry about your Emily…i didn’t mean for her to die man…honest. Ya gaatta believe me…( suddenly pensive…)…well…i guess you don’t haf ta…but, i’m tellin you, i don’t know what happened…i was scared, and nervous…and suddenly the whole lime/thrace continuum occured to me, and i tried it…but, Fleeasus man…i don’t get it…all i thought was, ” Em…fall because i tied your laces and here you go…some pillows to break your fall…..”..he looked away at the clock on the far wall of the room Jonah stood in, and it said…” three thirty-seven…” in a soft, billowy voice…( never realizing that it had just given itself away…)
then resumed by saying, ” you know…it’s almost like someone else heard me start the thought…then finished it for me, but changed it somehow…”…
Jonah lifted his Puddle Wonderful eyes…and had a thin trace of a smile on his top face, while the bottom stuck out it’s middle-tongue and did it’s best to catch the drot snipping out from it…and he said, “…really?…dude, you sure?…cause that would explain a lot…”
Ento was slightly taken aback…” yeah?…like has that happened before to anybody?…
Jonah flexed his tight body in coils, then spritely pushed off the wall and came back down over by the kitchen door…( Ento’s not his…)…he said, ” yeah…one time when i first moved here…” …and he traced his many fingertips over the dent she’d left in the floor with her digitronic mace…he looked up at Ento, and half-smiled, ” wooow…she meant business huh?…and he started to laugh a little but had to stifle a cry in the crux of his human elbow, as for a split second he was converted into Jonah Smith of Ontario, Canada…Ento saw the transformation and let out a gasp…” BRO?!!! what the fuu…”
( SSSSPLLLLAAAAAAAT!!!!!!!…) he slapped his open palm down on his brother Ento’s little head, squashing him into the grain of the wall, just as he stuck his face through the crack to look over at Jonah…..his legs were permanently changed into a mishmash of twitching nerves like a dog running in a dream…
his face was cracked open from the top of his forehead down to the bottom of his human chin, and his ribcage broke open as he sat propped up in the driver’s side of his wrecked car, crunched into the garage and slowly crushing his daughter Anna as she screamed and whimpered, ” Daddyyyyy!!!!!……..dada…..aaaaahhhh!!!…ssssssdadaaa…” then her yelling stopped as the car came back down from it’s garage-door pedestal, crunching down on the poor girl and sprishing her into the tar……
when he tried to look up his neck wouldn’t budge…he slurred through his broken drunk face, ” zzzZHHIIINNNNEEEEEE…” ………..” zhaah…ZHhhhIIIIINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLPPP!!!!!!!..”
he leaned his cracked open head on the driver’s side door and could see his wife’s legs sticking out from the front of the car…twitching and kicking as if she was still trying to get out of his way…..everything went black…..

He woke up with Jonah standing over him, and he instinctively recoiled from another slap…
Jonah just looked at him with his many eyes and said, ” hey man, you ok??…you took a pretty nasty spill back there…”….
Ento dodged even further back away from him and said, ” STAY awayy from meee!!….”
Jonah pointed his eyebrows down like, “…..oookkkayyyy…” …..
He looked down at the man and said, ” what happened bud?…are you ok?…”
Ento just stared at him…then said, ” but…didn’t you hit me?…i was squashed into a mess of twitching, spritzing grue…”…
Jonah said, ” huh?….hey bud, did you hit your head or something?…you ok?…i didn’t even touch you. ”
Ento asked, ” sooo…you didn’t just turn into a human and slam your hand down on me??…” …
Jonah shook his head back and forth slowly, finally angling it down, like…” no…what the hell are you talkin about…?” …
the man just looked down at his tiny hands rolling his fingers in a line from 1 to 100…..staring at the sequence…and talking in a far away voice…
“……i killed my daughter…and i…i think i killed Ginny…..” he looked up at Jonah with his tearing eyes and started crying in a high-pitched wail that started peeling the wallpaper in long strips…and they began curling backwards, they all fell, one by one like vines hanging down from a trellis…landing on the floor, making the room look like one big, constantly peeling banana…Jonah looked around the room as the wallpaper vines fell all around them and said, ” w-w-well…how do you know that?…what if you just had a bad dream?…or had a collective memory that wasn’t quite accurate?….it could have been almost anything, you know?…like, maybe don’t beat yourself up ’til you know what’s going on…..”
“…no, Jonah…i killed them both…( sobbing…) i just know it…and now i’ve killed your Em….”
Jonah looked down at him in pity…” Ugh!!…buddy, let’s get to the bottom of that. What happened exactly? ”
He looked up at him after a few moments of dead air, and replied, “…i, don’t know what happened Jonah man, i just imagined Em fallin to the right onto this stack of big ol’ fluffy 70’s pillows and bouncing with a laugh…just to try and break the ice, you know?…she was tryin to kill me dude!!!…”
Jonah sighed…
Ento cocked his head a little and said, ” hey man, i don’t know what to say…just that i didn’t mean for her to get hurt. I know it must be brutal for you…i just…i don’t know why that happened…( uneasy…) ummm…come over here for a sec will ya?…”
he sprinted into the kitchen, then turned around, looking back out into the livingroom at the wall above the fireplace…bolting back to where he was standing…
Jonah squashed himself into the corner next to him and asked, ” what is it?…”
Ento whispered, ” did you hear the clock earlier?…”
Jonah pulled his head back into his neck and scrunched up his eyebrows slowly, like…          ” yeah…so?…” and said, ” uh-huh?!! so? ”
Ento said, ” you don’t think it’s funny that all i did was LOOK at the clock and it told me what, time it…was?…you don’t finnndd thaaat….”
Jonah interrupted, ” ok! ok, got it…you’re right. That would explain those other times, if it really was the clock, somehow causing these things to change from our original intentions…we could be helpless…what can we expect?…” We should call…the police, the National Guard!!! ( frantic…) ”
( SMACKKK!!! )…” would you relax!!!???….JEEZ…”
Jonah quickly rubbed his cheek, and looked down at him like, ” when’d you find your sack?…” and was actually kinda proud of the little guy…

……………..

suddenly, he drifted back to the air rushing around his ears, and the gentle spray of the water below…and he was standing on the bridge, looking down at his bound feet and his eyes rose…slowly up toward the railing, and past it, as the background came into focus…

he watched as the water careened around the many rocks and boulders, his vision rising upward to the clouds and the sky, and the…falling
” CRACK!!! ” ………..

…………….one pitifully strained gargling whisper…” giiiiiinn……” …















* Oranthal was inspired by Albert Camus’s doomed city Oran; from the book, the Plague. I was obviously inspired by Kafka’s Metamorphosis, as well as H.P. Lovecraft, Brian Lumley, Stephen King, Clive Barker…and life, my life events, people, places…
By kronikdenny August 19, 2016  16,725 Words Leave a comment Edit