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Old 01-03-2010, 12:13 AM   #151
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este es el final

He woke up on a cold rock in a dark place with no feeling at all. The young man slowly sat upright and began to search around for anything familiar. As he stumbled through the darkness he would bump into large slabs of meat hanging from above him, kept fresh by the cool temperature of his surroundings. Carefully he made his way out of the darkness and he found himself in a long tunnel or passageway. The occasional torch on the wall would give off just enough light to give him direction. A small stream of liquid trickling past him made him believe he was heading uphill.

Finally he came to a window in the walkway where he would briefly peer into a classroom full of kids, he felt uncomfortable so he kept on walking. A while later he found another window and he was able to see a small room where people were standing looking sad as a man at a podium was reading from a book and speaking from his heart to theirs. He again felt out of place and kept moving on. The next window was accompanied by a doorway, looking through the window he noticed an oddly familiar setting and smelled a fresh aroma. He opened the door and walked into the green fields where the leaves were blowing in the wind and birds called out his name in their own way of speaking. As he came upon a pond he bent down to put his hand in the clear water because he wanted to feel what it was like to be one with himself. In the water he saw not his reflection but that of a young girl in a flowery dress. The young man spun around to see her standing just behind him. She reached out to him and gave him a handmade card just for him with a message and a smile.

He smiled back at her but as he did so he felt himself being sucked back into the dark corridor and all he could do was wave at her from the window. She waved back and he would move on, glancing at his little card which bore writing he didn't not immediately understand. The next window he came across he looked out over that winding road on Mystery Mountain he and cousin used to take to get from their town to the big city. This time he clearly saw the landscape had been altered by some event. The next doorway lead to the high desert and the young man felt as though he had been here before. He walked out into the desert and took in the view only someone in his position could appreciate. The desert went on in every direction as far as the eye could see. There was not a cloud in the sky and he thought he could hear voices.

The young man made it back into the doorway and this time when he crossed back over he was standing on top of a mountain, Mystery Mountain to be exact. Nighttime had taken over the sky and he found himself alone atop the mountain and wondering what he was supposed to do next. He looked at the card the little girl had given him, and on it there were pictures with strange writing and funny shaped crayon colored people holding hands with normal stick figured people. He gazed off through the trees where he saw some lights, which of course he would walk towards. Once he made it into the treeline and through the pathway he came to a clearing where he could see a strange object sitting there humming and waiting just for him. The young man was a bit apprehensive about going any further into the unknown, but when he turned around to see where he had came from he felt like where he stood was the only place he would exist.

The strange object was probably as big as anything like it he had ever seen. He sensed movement from inside this object, and finally a doorway would open and out of this object came some faceless people who beckoned him to join them. He looked at the card the little girl had given him once more and he figured by now this was some sort of invitation to wherever they came from. He slowly took a few steps towards the object and the faceless people who warmly beckoned him. Suddenly fear took ahold of him once again as he heard some strange sounds coming from behind. He'd heard those noises before somewhere and he figured it might not end well. As he turned around he was halfway expecting to see something that would hurt him. Instead he saw the large indian man emerge from the trees who had apparently followed him up the mountain.

The indian man spoke wise and to the point "go ahead, your spirit is clean." He made a few chants and spoke blessings to the earth and the heavens above. "Go on" he whispered to the young man "they are waiting for you..be free." The young man turned back towards the faceless people where his cousin would emerge from the strange object, and followed by cousin was the beautiful girl from down the street. She rushed towards him and he met her halfway with a long and loving embrace. He promised her he would never let her go again, she figured that was fine by her. They were joined in their embrace by cousin, who didn't say much other than "welcome home".

The three of them together again at last, free from their burdens and in perfect health and spirit. The faceless people patiently ushered them into the object so they could finish their journey. They paused briefly to take a final look at the place they once called "home", the young man and his cousin both nodded to the indian man. He smiled back at them and the girl thanked him and told him "we've never been this happy before." The three of them boarded the object with the faceless people and became travelers themselves. Their journey was almost complete...

The indian man watched the object take off the top of the mountain and thought about the beautiful girl's words as he followed the light moving across the night sky towards the heavens until it was out of sight. Another happy ending, he thought to himself. He could not keep from smiling, knowing what he knew about their destination and the beauty that lies on the other side. He walked back down the mountain at his own pace, singing to himself in his native tongue about happy endings as he sipped on homemade serum from a flask. He would make his way down the mountain as he had done many times before, through bear country without ever being in any danger from the creatures of the night. He paused briefly towards the bottom of the mountain by a curvy road. There were two small crosses sitting down the embankment by some charred grass and a badly damaged tree. He sprinkled some of his "medicine" on the ground by the crash site and he said a prayer to the spirits, then he walked softly back into the woods.

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Old 01-05-2010, 05:20 PM   #152
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I've killed people for more, but in your case i will make an exception...

i told the punk bastard as my knife was pressed firmly across his throat, i started to dig in slowly and pull away so he would squirm longer while he bled out, for my enjoyment. Then i awoke drenched in sweat all alone in my bed, just like the night before and the one before that.

It's not that i typically like taking drugs, but it's hard to argue with dreams like this.

Sometimes i sweat blood which is also cool.

I went into work today and decided i was going to throw one of my coworkers out of the second floor window. Instead i went into my boss' office and told him/her i needed to "talk." I had a confession; im addicted to Internet porn on company time involving....well she/he cut me off before i could finish with some random excuse about "a meeting" or something. I don't think the boss believed me.

You want to know what this is really about? (i would ask them). *Sigh* "okay go ahead, what is it?" I confessed to sniffing glue & highlighters every time i went into the supply cabinet. The boss laughed and said "everyone here is doing that....whats the big deal?!?" So im really pissed at this point...so i tell Mr./Mrs. manager "The problem here is, i stick the highlighters up my arse before i sniff them, wanna SEE?" and shove a yellow one up in her/his face. They didn't appreciate it very much and screamed *GTFO* (of my office).

So im back at my desk, when the tightness in my chest and difficulty breathing began. I reached for my bottle of pills and wondered if i should fake another heart attack or maybe i wouldn't have to act this time. My coworker, the annoying old whore that talks nonstop about everything and thinks she is so damn funny, took notice and offered to pray for me. This is the same woman that i wanted to throw out the window earlier. She also has the ring tone on her cell phone set way too loud, and it only rings while she is away from her desk. I did throw her phone out the window btw and pretended like i knew nothing about it.

So one day this annoying coworker offered to go to the fast food place and get me a breakfast burrito. It made me think, how random is a breakfast burrito? It's kind of like religion...we just took something like a tortilla, eggs, bacon or sausage, and cheese and did our own thing with it. Like we are the eggs and Jesus is our bacon or sausage, with God being the big cheese and salsa is our mortal sin, but we gotta have the salsa. Sure they keep it in separate packages, but they always offer you salsa with your breakfast burrito. What would life be without it?

Speaking of, what about the fish taco? Religion could be like the fish taco. Totally random, doesn't make sense at all, in fact it kind of stinks. But we eat it up anyway. It's like, "well, this kind of stinks and it's totally bullshit and made up, but what the hell i ll take some".

So back to my panic attacks, anxiety, stress, whatever. Sometimes just having the bottle of pills nearby is enough. Not having to take them is nice. Taking them, however, is even better. Especially if i chase them down with whiskey. Taking one's knife collection to work and showing it off is pretty cool too. Oh yeah, back to that annoying old coworker offering to pray for me. She had the audacity to reach over for the pill bottle on my desk and with granny eyes staring up and down the label she asked me what they were for. I growled back at her "get your fucking hands off of my fish taco ... or i will kill you in this life and the next". She's left me alone ever since.

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Old 01-05-2010, 07:09 PM   #153
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oh, i should really say that this ridiculous thread goes out to all of the Americans like me who are lucky enough to have a good job but are completely miserable for it. All 55% of us:

Americans' job satisfaction falls to record low - Yahoo! Finance

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"Will that be all sir?" she asked, to which he agreed and then she instructed him to "please pull ahead to the window and i will have your total." She spoke with a bouncy voice typical of someone her age. He ordered his breakfast and pulled his little car ahead to the window to pay as she instructed. It was a gloomy day out with the promise of a blizzard to come. He better get his food home while he still could...and watch it all unfold from the safety of his bedroom or office window.

She thought he was smoking hot, when he pulled up to the drive thru window and smiled at her behind dark eyes and a couple days worth of stubble. He thought she was rather cute, in a part time college student with open eyes eager to see the world kind of way. He loved this college town he called home, she was tired of it and ready to get out into the world and see all that she could before making up her mind.

She smiled back at him and took his money, telling him it would be "just a minute for his order". He looked away, sadly, as the window closed and she disappeared into the kitchen to make his order. Off in the distance he saw a road crew spraying sand on the expressway to help give cars traction while another vehicle would pass by and lay down salt pellets to try and melt the ice. They were pre-treating the road for what was destined to come. Moisture on his windshield did not freeze because he had the defroster set on high.

She handed him his change and asked him if he would like "butter and syrup" with his breakfast? He continued to stare off into space. She eventually handed him a bag full of food and thanked him for visiting her restaurant, wishing him a pleasant day. Not wanting to lose this connection, he did not pull away from the drive thru window with his food.

She returned to the window with her smile and asked him "oh...did i forget something? Your silverware, straw, and napkins should all be in the bag". He just stared at her for a bit...then he held up a little piece of paper with some writing on it and read from it like a broken script "can i have some ketchup, butter, mustard, mayonnaise, relish, and syrup....please?"

"Okay...just a second dear" she said and rolled her eyes as she turned around to grab the assorted condiments. Her coworker, the older and more experienced career fast food lady leaned over and whispered with wink of her eye "i think he has a crush on you, maybe he's trying to ask you out but he's not sure how...either he's really shy or he's taken away by your beauty." She smiled and handed the bag full of condiments out the window to him, surprised to find that he had already begun to eat his breakfast in his little car, right there in the drive thru lane.

That's a bit odd, she thought to herself. "Sir, um, you do realize we have a dining room if you like...." she said pointing towards the front of the restaurant...."I'm pretty sure its a lot warmer in there...." He looked at her as he put syrup and butter on his hotcakes and ketchup on his hash browns, but said nothing. Trying to keep conversation with him, she continued on "that's a lot of food you have there....you must be pretty hungry."

He locked eyes with her again while he swallowed chunks of bacon "its not all for me. I have Jesus in a coma back at the house....and when he wakes up i think he will be hungry. I want him to have your finest breakfast platter so he can feed all of the world, and make miracles with hotcakes, eggs, sausage, and juice. If Jesus can't do it, then who can? Surely not you or I, or the man who's name is spelled out on the big neon sign over your restaurant, nor the people who's name bears this town, or that guy on tv who wants to give everyone a job"

She was speechless, along with her coworker who was carefully taking in the entire situation. A car had pulled up behind him and began to honk impatiently. The freezing rain came down harder as the temperatures began to drop, creating a dangerous situation out on the roadways. Ice began to form on the bare tree limbs and on the overhead power lines in the neighborhoods of this town. "We can't stop this. Can we?" he asked them while the car behind him honked again. The two of them shook their heads from inside the comfortable drive thru window, while the other glass windows began to fog up in the kitchen because the little window had been open for some time. "Very well then" he said, as he paused to light a cigarette and blow smoke towards the window. "Sometimes blood will fill the skies and rain down on us without warning, but flowers will still grow anew in the spring" he said with a smile as he put the little car in gear and slowly coasted away from the restaurant. On the back of his car the window had faded writing on it that read JUST MARRIED as he drove off into the uncertainty this day would bring them all.
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Did this really happen, Garry Son?

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This is exciting. Will there be more?
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I need to know what will become of these people and their hungry coma-Jesus.
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The first post was too long to read. Could someone summarise in 3 sentences or less?
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Frank the Monkey and Kieran wander into a pawn shop owned by Garrison. Oklahoma football is on the television. Everyone eats a peanut butter and shroom sandwich.
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"You're late" the older, more experienced career fast food lady and coworker to young Jenny said as poor Jenny came rushing into the kitchen trying to find her apron and hat. "I know...im sorry...stayed up all night last night studying for a test and i forgot to set my alarm" Jenny replied, exhausted. "It's okay hon, im just giving you a hard time" her coworker said with a smile....."it seems as though you have a visitor" she tipped her head towards the dining room where he sat alone at a table eating his breakfast platter while he waited on them to finish the rest of his large order.

"How long has he been there?" Jenny asked her coworker, who looked like she knew the answer but did not respond. She didn't know whether she was afraid of him or if she was attracted to him, probably both if she was being honest with herself. One thing was for sure, she picked a bad day to show up late for work, now she wouldn't be able to work the drive thru which had been her comfort zone. Instead the manager told her to work the front register and also clean the dining room when she had a chance.

She was busy wiping down the condiment table when she heard the familiar voice from behind her, "excuse me, can you tell me where the restroom is please?" She turned around slowly and pointed past him with a smile "it's right behind you" she answered him. "Oh, i must have walked by and.." he looked closely at her name tag and then slowly turned toward the restroom and mumbled to her "thank you Jenny" as he walked away.

The cook brought a large order up to the counter and asked Jenny if she would take the order out to the gentleman over at the corner table. Great, she thought to herself, and proceeded to carry the large box of meals over to him. "Why thank you Jenny, that is a lovely name by the way...Jenny...it just has a sort of ring to it.....not like a telephone but more like the wind blowing through the fields". She smiled and thanked him and asked him if there was anything else that he needed. He stared at her and then looked away, then down at the table for a few moments, keeping her in suspense. "Okay then, have a nice day sir" she said with a smile as she turned away to go back towards the counter. "Wait.." he called out "please take this" he said handing her a little card. It was blank on both sides, she turned it over to make sure. "What is this?" she asked him somewhat confused. "Oh fuck! I must have given you a blank one....i am truly sorry...Jenny." He stared deep into her eyes and did not look away this time. He pulled a pen out of his coat and wrote the name "Eli" on another card and handed it to her, then he sat back down in his seat. She didn't know what to make of this, was he some type of freak or just very shy and somewhat insecure?

So she made her way to his table and sat down, cautiously, "so...Eli...i see you are once again either very hungry...or...you are going to go home and feed your Jesus in a coma?" He looked at her in a pleasant way but said nothing for a few moments, but eventually he would agree that "yeah, it's something like that". "Well Jesus or not, you do eat a lot for one person, how do you stay in such good shape?" she tried to make conversation. He looked thoughtful and replied "i exercise regularly, pray often, and speaking of regular...i shit three times a day...sometimes four" he beamed.

The older couple a few tables over looked up from their biscuits and coffee with raised eyebrows at his choice of comment but he did not seem to notice. Jenny was about to excuse herself so she could go back to work when he reached into his coat and pulled out another card and wrote something on it, and handed it to her. "Please take this" he said "this has my phone number and address on it, i am a youth pastor to girls about your age...we have fellowship on wednesday nights at my house out overlooking the lake...it's plenty big enough for everyone. Won't you please consider joining us Jenny?" She smiled and considered the invitation while he gathered up his food and prepared to leave. "Goodbye Jenny...don't forget us" he said with a warm smile as he left the restaurant with his food.

She stared at the card and though about it as she pretended to wipe down the table. He was a very intriguing guy, probably rich, very handsome, and he had a certain way about him that she secretly found adorable. As she continued to wipe the table she noticed a few spots of ketchup down on the floor...or was it blood...and next to that she saw a few more of those gray business cards like Eli had given her. She decided to pick them up and noticed these actually had print on them...one was for the local District Attorney for the city they lived in, another one was for a detective for their local police department, and then there was one for a counselor at the nearby hospital...
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Brandon had known Jenny since the two of them were kids, they had always gone to school together and their families always lived nearby one another. While they had always been close, nothing romantic had ever developed between them, even though Brandon had secretly longed for it. But he valued her friendship and trust so much more than that, so he had often taken the role similar to a protective older brother as well as a friend, even though he and Jenny were the same age. Jenny just preferred her guys a little bit older....Brandon was the typical boy next door who was always polite to older ladies and he loved his mom, he played sports when he could and he didn't do drugs or anything like that. He sure knew some kids that did the bad stuff, but none of it was for him. One of these days Brandon would finish college, like Jenny, and he was going to make his mark on the world.

Brandon and Jenny both started work at the little restaurant around the same time while both were still in high school. Often times they would share rides to work since he had a truck and Jenny did not have a car at the time. He would take her home after work and make sure she was inside safe and sound before he would drive away. Her father took note of that and always appreciated what a good boy he was. Brandon was somewhat suspicious of Eli the first time he saw Eli come inside the restaurant and order all of that food. He couldn't figure out what it was about Eli that made him suspicious, but it probably had a lot to do with the effect Eli had on Jenny. He'd always heard those people that lived out over the lake were very wealthy, most of them were well known locally, but not Eli. Eli was a mysterious figure with a cloud of intrigue that followed him wherever he went. He didn't dress overly nice or drive any fancy cars or anything like that, he kept as low a profile around town as anyone else, which Brandon found peculiar.

Jenny had talked about going out to Eli's house some night for fellowship with other girls, Brandon insisted he accompany her but Jenny would tell him that it was "just for girls." Of course this make him even more curious about the mysterious Eli and the secrecy of these fellowship meetings out in the country by the lake. One night after work, Brandon had enough of his curiosity and he decided to take the long way home. He would drive around the lake and see if he could fine out where Eli lived, maybe take a peek around his house, surely there was no harm in that he would tell himself.

The road to Eli's house was farther away than he though, it was getting late and Brandon was starting to get tired. The road through the country was curvy and lined by large trees which formed a canopy overhead. Finally he came to a clearing where he saw the big old 3 story colonial style home sitting way off the road up on the hill. The home was as majestic as it was spooky. Brandon drove a bit further where he found a side gravel road that he could pull off and maybe he would be able to get out and get a better look. Eli's property, which was massive, was surrounded by a wrought iron fence with brick and stone posts and the long driveway had a big wrought iron gate with the biblical reference "Revelation 13:1-5" painstakingly formed in the black iron design across it.

Brandon carefully exited the truck and stared out at the big house sitting up on the hillside. "So this is the place where Jesus sleeps" he whispered to himself, laughing a bit to try and cover his fear. He figured he would be able to walk along the gravel road around by the big lake if he wanted to get a better look...
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Getting real good now.

For those playing along at home, Rev13:1-5 is as follows:

Re 13:1 ¶ And I stood upon the sand of the sea, and saw a beast rise up out of the sea, having seven heads and ten horns, and upon his horns ten crowns, and upon his heads the name of blasphemy.2 And the beast which I saw was like unto a leopard, and his feet were as the feet of a bear, and his mouth as the mouth of a lion: and the dragon gave him his power, and his seat, and great authority.3 And I saw one of his heads as it were wounded to death; and his deadly wound was healed: and all the world wondered after the beast.4 And they worshipped the dragon which gave power unto the beast: and they worshipped the beast, saying, Who is like unto the beast? who is able to make war with him?5 And there was given unto him a mouth speaking great things and blasphemies; and power was given unto him to continue forty and two months.
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"Behold a pale horse" Eli whispered, staring at the ceiling as his lips began to form a smile. He was laying down comfortably in his doctor's office, for his monthly appointment with the good Doctor Fields, the counselor with whom he had visited for a several months. The doctor took some notes on his pad, removed his glasses and sat back in his chair while addressing his subject, "what does that mean to you, Eli, the pale horse?"

Eli did not answer immediately, as was his usual way, he laid still with eyes shut tight as if receiving some telepathic message from a far off place. Finally he came into focus, abruptly, and his eyes opened slightly as the words rolled from his tongue "it means, simply, be aware of everyone and everything. The people want desperately....they want to believe in something...someone who will make it all well and good once again. Their search will result more often in failure than not. But one day....one day along comes a dreamer who will magically turn the world right side up again...(laughs) or so it would seem. He will be their chosen one. But little do the people know, the one really has other ideas, and the people will pay for their misjudgement."

Doctor Fields frowned a bit, "Eli, who do you think this person, the person you call the one, who do you think this person is?" Eli smiled again and sat upright on the couch to face the doctor with a thousand mile glare "oh doctor, i think you know who the one is, you are far to intellectual of a man not to at least have an idea...." he stood up and walked over to the window and looked out into the mid afternoon haze, his hands pressed against the glass, "the fog appears to have thickened." Slowly he turned around towards the doctor and noticed him writing on his pad. He walked back over to the doctors desk and opened his candy jar and began to snack on chocolate candy. "So Doc, what is it that you are writing about me?" Doctor Fields continued to write on his pad until he had finished his thoughts. Then he closed the book for a final time as he faced his subject, "Eli, as much as it pains me to say this, i believe we are done here. I do not think i can help you any longer. I would, however, be happy to refer you to one of my colleagues if you wish."


Back at the restaurant uncertainty had set in among the workers, especially Jenny, as Brandon had failed to show up for work for a second day. He had not called in sick and no one had heard from him since he closed a few nights ago. Jenny had not seen him at class or heard from him which was unusual, and when she phoned his parents the day before they had not seen him either. Jenny was working the drive thru window when her manager came to her and asked if she had a few moments she could talk to someone. It was one of the Sheriff's Deputies who was there in the lobby asking for her by name.

The deputy had spoken to Brandon's parents and they told him that Jenny was one of his best friends and the restaurant was one of the last places he had been seen. Jenny and the deputy went to a booth over in the corner to sit down and talk for a few minutes, she brought him some coffee and they both sat down. "Jenny, i wanted to tell you about your friend Brandon," he said with noticable concern in his voice, "we have found Brandon's truck...it is badly damaged...we think it ran off of the cliff over on Ridge line road. The truck was beat up pretty bad and burned, it probably rolled down the side of the hill." She sat there facing the deputy, speechless and in shock, wanting very badly to cry but not really knowing what to do. The deputy took a sip from his coffee and continued "we did not find any trace of Brandon, we are not even sure if he was behind the wheel of the truck when it went over. At this point we are treating this as....a missing persons...and we will continue to search for him." She stared down at the table as tears welled up in her eyes, she wasn't sure if she was relieved that he wasn't killed in the crash, or if she was even more scared because she didn't know what had happened to him. "Jenny, if you know what he was doing out there....please tell us. Anything would be helpful" the deputy gave her his card and then put his hand on her shoulder to try and comfort her. He excused himself and exited the restaurant out into the thickening fog...
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