Johnny Makes REDJohnny Makes RedJohnny could not understand why the RED was flowing from his hand; he had meant to make Jeremy RED. Johnny clenched the axe and swung, severing Jeremy\'s leg, \"I make BIG RED, Jeremy,\" Johnny said.But Jeremy couldn\'t hear him. He had gone to see the \'RED MAN who is mean to BAD BOYS\'. Johnny had thought he just went night-night.Johnny made People Bacon and set it to smoke in the Big Smoker. The one Daddy uses to smoke \"guests\".\"Boy,\" a woman\'s voice came from behind, \"Whats you be doin\'?\" It was Mommy, \"I thought I smelled it... mmm mmmm... Fresh Bacon!\" She walked in and Johnny put his hands over his face shyly and giggled. \"Is that some sorta animal ya killed? Bones are awful big?\" said Mommy.\"No Mommy, Jeremy Bad Boy and went RED and went night-night then go bye-bye!\"Mommy thought for a moment then said, \"Well, Boy, looks like we\'un gonna hafta thinks up a good ex-plain-nation for little Jeremy there\'s Father.\"\"Well Mommy, he\'s Red and
ULTRA-DIANETICSULTRA-DIANETICSRico 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 BaconJoey Makes People BaconJoey 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
Rokans DeceptionShe 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
Awakening ThoughtAwakening ThoughtAlthough I\'m searching for some wordsyet as of now they can\'t be foundMy mind is quick and is alert -yet at the same time seems to poundInto the depth of memoryI take a deep subconscious plungeI find the answer - then I fleeBut still it won\'t roll off my tongueA voice from deep within protests,\"Look further - try again you jest -the answer lies with me at rest;It slumbers peacefully.\"Overwhelming Realization!Awake the Memory lying Latent!Lead it back to Thoughts Foundation!Take it slow and bring your patience.
It All Became So ClearIt All Became So ClearThe presence all down thereperverted with grief -From up here I vieweth;sweet sigh of relief.The chaos and mayhem,the reason so clear;the lack of the knowledgeto understand fear.So simple at last -There is no more wrong -Euphoria strong,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 rewardedLove\'s Destiny Plane.
Fleeting ThoughtsFleeting ThoughtsThoughts are fleeting in a mannerwhich is creeping, ever seekingplacid solitude thats keepingmemory\'s scanner from it\'s seepingseeing thought or thinking sighta memory is caught and put in flightdescending to the forlorn timewhich instegated such a rhymeTime of terror and of errorstolen thoughts; now I\'m the bearerof these feelings which are wroughtand caught inside my mind of errorThoughts of what? Of this and thatof here and there; not where I\'m atof what I could be and I should be -what I was - not what I would beRealizing this I so regretthat yet I have not been to clearon thought thats worthy to be letasylum from that which is mereIts near the thoughts I fearwhen my mind steers from what is clearto be unsure of what is notwill likely always form a tear
Void of FormVoid of FormIn spaces void of formby deeming active mental stormI cast myself unknown to sightand sprung away in mental flightWith disposition so sedatewith endless time to contemplateI found myself upon the linewhere start and end are one in timeThen everything became quite clearI laughed at evil and at fearI thought I wasn\'t - Yet I wasWhen I said Why? Then thought becauseI spoke with molecules of plantswho taught me ancient laws of tranceAnd when these laws were utilizedI knew of nothing called disguiseThere became nothing known as needtherefore there wasn\'t any greedAnd then I knew just what had comeI\'d found the end had just begun