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Rico squatted over the decayed pile of shredded matter he had found aside the train tracks. He didn\'t know what to think of it; it smelled of rootted meat but appeared to be some sort of sea-weed, except it glowed a flourescent blue. Rico picked up a piece. It felt like wet hair. Ii suddenly seemed to move within his hand and the entire pile sprung upon Rico, wrapping itself around his face, choking him and emmiting a rancid fluid into his mouth. He passed out.
When he awoke, the putrid sea-weed was gone but Rico\'s mind was filled with horrendous arguing voices. He arose, aware that his movement seemed to be under the control of an unseen force. The voices continued. He felt as if three separate views of one thing had been produced in his mind by three separate things of one view. When these thoughts fused together with Rico\'s dislogic a powerful confusion overtook him.
Forcefully, he looked down upon the train tracks and deducted that the converging point where
Joey Makes People Bacon
Joey Makes People Bacon
Joey was wondering...
He had just experienced RED and it was warm and wet and coming from his friend Mikey\'s tummy. Joey thought that was funny, but he was also a bit scared because Daddy would be coming home soon and Joey had used one of Daddy\'s knives when he had been told again and again not to.
Joey\'s little mind worked very hard now. He was going do what he sees Daddy do whenever \"guests\" are kept in the barn. So joey got some plastic bags, the axe and skinning knives off of the shelf...
Joey was going to make People Bacon.
He had never done this before but he wanted to do a \'Good Thing\' for Daddy so he wouldn\'t get in trouble. And, if Daddy saw that Joey could make People Bacon, then maybey Daddy would think he was becoming a \'Big Boy\' and maybe even let Joey play with...
THE BIG KNIVES!
Joey prepared to cut the slices and reflected back upon killing little Mikey. Mikey was a \'Bad Boy\'... Even Daddy said so once.
Joey slashed down ans slit off
She sat curled up in her corner of the room.
Many woman meandered about carelessly... and some, quite carefully.
She watched one woman who laid upon the floor, rolling from one end to the other and back, all day long. She knew she was crazy, and that was to her advantage, for the rest of them belived themselves quite sane.
Suddenly, a shriek of horrific anguish and gargling filled the room. She turned to see a woman ripping her hair out in raw bloody clumps screaming, \"Let it out! Stop! I begat Ye Magnon!\" The woman then melted into a pool of putrescent mold and reshaped into the rising figure of a very tall, dark and sinister monk with sharp jagged characteristics.
He pointed at her, \"Ye!\" came a booming voice, The figure glided slowly to her as she began screaming. She was more insane than she thought. \"SILENCE!\" the room fell quiet, \"I am Magnon. You are Rokan. I am your King!\"
Vague memories. My name... Rokan? Magnon? My King?
Rokan was dumbfounded. She closed here eyes and
Although I\'m searching for some words
yet as of now they can\'t be found
My mind is quick and is alert -
yet at the same time seems to pound
Into the depth of memory
I take a deep subconscious plunge
I find the answer - then I flee
But still it won\'t roll off my tongue
A voice from deep within protests,
\"Look further - try again you jest -
the answer lies with me at rest;
It slumbers peacefully.\"
Awake the Memory lying Latent!
Lead it back to Thoughts Foundation!
Take it slow and bring your patience.
It All Became So Clear
It All Became So Clear
The presence all down there
perverted with grief -
From up here I vieweth;
sweet sigh of relief.
The chaos and mayhem,
the reason so clear;
the lack of the knowledge
to understand fear.
So simple at last -
There is no more wrong -
to this plane I\'ve been cast.
A duplicate image,
ascending with time -
The spiral of knowledge,
so slow and sublime.
With trials and error,
with suffering and pain;
in time your rewarded
Love\'s Destiny Plane.
Thoughts are fleeting in a manner
which is creeping, ever seeking
placid solitude thats keeping
memory\'s scanner from it\'s seeping
seeing thought or thinking sight
a memory is caught and put in flight
descending to the forlorn time
which instegated such a rhyme
Time of terror and of error
stolen thoughts; now I\'m the bearer
of these feelings which are wrought
and caught inside my mind of error
Thoughts of what? Of this and that
of here and there; not where I\'m at
of what I could be and I should be -
what I was - not what I would be
Realizing this I so regret
that yet I have not been to clear
on thought thats worthy to be let
asylum from that which is mere
Its near the thoughts I fear
when my mind steers from what is clear
to be unsure of what is not
will likely always form a tear
Void of Form
Void of Form
In spaces void of form
by deeming active mental storm
I cast myself unknown to sight
and sprung away in mental flight
With disposition so sedate
with endless time to contemplate
I found myself upon the line
where start and end are one in time
Then everything became quite clear
I laughed at evil and at fear
I thought I wasn\'t - Yet I was
When I said Why? Then thought because
I spoke with molecules of plants
who taught me ancient laws of trance
And when these laws were utilized
I knew of nothing called disguise
There became nothing known as need
therefore there wasn\'t any greed
And then I knew just what had come
I\'d found the end had just begun
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