Mrs. Garrison
Rock n' Roll Doggie ALL ACCESS
Pleasure flowed down the mountain in the form of mist, waterfalls, and songs of birds one cannot see. Pleasure flowed down, yet we chose to go up. Atop the mountain we meet every month, a representative of every agency, bundled in the finest cloths and leathers, poised to discuss and solve the most secretive and complex problems of the world. All of us assume in arrogance that our way is better and the star we share with mythological gods shines the brightest.
The top of the mountain is so secretive that it does not appear on any map and there are no known photos in existence, no pictures taken, only panoramas ingrained into our minds that we must never speak of to others at any point under any influence. In fact, the key to finding the top of the mountain is to understand that it really does not exist at all.
A large circle of us stood facing each other gazing off into the distance, preparing to share information as it pertains to the pressing circumstances of the day. Not willing to concede the highway was the alternative to my way, I turned my back to the discussion and pondered what it would be like to float to the bottom. Looking through fog I almost made out a rare animal carving perilous tracks along the rocky ledges below. Was it looking for prey or making its way to the cave or den for shelter from the harsh conditions. My own breath added to the fog below, through which I could not see the bottom of the earth below which I had been contemplating.
A loud noise went off behind me, echoing from canyon to canyon. I felt an odd sort of numb in the back of my head, which traveled down my body as I fell too my knees, cold tingling in my blood as my senses began to check out. Darkness in my vision came with a surprising amount of warmth, I told myself it was okay to fly now, escape into the bottomless abyss below. Just let go...
Palm trees greeted me outside of my hillside Mediterranean style home overlooking an exotic coast. I might have owned half of the hill, but im no king of it all. I limped up Spanish tiles along the winding path to my early century estate, taking pains to note the increasing number of dead and mutilated birds, squirrels, rabbits, lizards, etc. Something had been through here and went on a killing rampage, of critters.
Opening the door to my home I smelt the smell of a house that was not only home, but also had not been home for quite some time. Where had I been? I turned on the lights but nothing came on, so I would have to resort to candles and matches. Im still feeling rather numb and tired from my journey, which was still a mystery to me. How I messed up my clothes, whose blood was on my boots and the back of my overcoat, these would be things Id ponder over a hot bath and a few stiff drinks.
My two cats came to greet me eventually, first with curiosity, then contempt for me having left them alone for so long. Both of them had grown considerably, unbelievably, its quite possible they had doubled in size since id seen them last. Brushing up against me now, they'd almost knock me over with their size and efforts. Granted I am a bit weak, but these were no longer cuddle kitties these were predatory monsters!
I drew the hot bath and sat relaxing with a bottle of fine old whiskey setting next to flickering candles which gave a myriad of dancing reflections on the stained glass windows above the old tub. Im drifting away thinking about a massive body of water full of boats of every persuasion. The water is surrounded on three sides by land which almost instantly grows into hills and mountains, where possible the blue green water is met by tan and white buildings as old as the hills themselves, perhaps. Intensely populated these cityscapes decorate the waters edge until the cliffs take over. Blue green waters mimic the sky in the daytime and blend with orgasmic sunsets until the moon bullies its way into the picture. One can only imagine this would be the greatest show on earth, if one is lucky enough to view it through their own eyes, they will never give it up under their own power.
The pair of exotic creatures were standing guard over my hot bath fit for someone much greater than myself. Occasionally they would glance over at me and I could see dried bits of blood spotted on their chins, they purred as the candles reflected off of their perfect eyes. The breeze outside had picked up considerable, as evidenced by the palm trees, suggesting a storm might be coming in for the night to wash away the questions id hoped could wait until morning. It was time to sleep...
Steam continues to rise, comfort, until the gift has been opened and the rawness has been exposed. You can see without eyes if you know where to look.
Life without a soul is like a mouth without teeth. A face with no lips is only faith for people who prefer cold teeth.
The top of the mountain is so secretive that it does not appear on any map and there are no known photos in existence, no pictures taken, only panoramas ingrained into our minds that we must never speak of to others at any point under any influence. In fact, the key to finding the top of the mountain is to understand that it really does not exist at all.
A large circle of us stood facing each other gazing off into the distance, preparing to share information as it pertains to the pressing circumstances of the day. Not willing to concede the highway was the alternative to my way, I turned my back to the discussion and pondered what it would be like to float to the bottom. Looking through fog I almost made out a rare animal carving perilous tracks along the rocky ledges below. Was it looking for prey or making its way to the cave or den for shelter from the harsh conditions. My own breath added to the fog below, through which I could not see the bottom of the earth below which I had been contemplating.
A loud noise went off behind me, echoing from canyon to canyon. I felt an odd sort of numb in the back of my head, which traveled down my body as I fell too my knees, cold tingling in my blood as my senses began to check out. Darkness in my vision came with a surprising amount of warmth, I told myself it was okay to fly now, escape into the bottomless abyss below. Just let go...
Palm trees greeted me outside of my hillside Mediterranean style home overlooking an exotic coast. I might have owned half of the hill, but im no king of it all. I limped up Spanish tiles along the winding path to my early century estate, taking pains to note the increasing number of dead and mutilated birds, squirrels, rabbits, lizards, etc. Something had been through here and went on a killing rampage, of critters.
Opening the door to my home I smelt the smell of a house that was not only home, but also had not been home for quite some time. Where had I been? I turned on the lights but nothing came on, so I would have to resort to candles and matches. Im still feeling rather numb and tired from my journey, which was still a mystery to me. How I messed up my clothes, whose blood was on my boots and the back of my overcoat, these would be things Id ponder over a hot bath and a few stiff drinks.
My two cats came to greet me eventually, first with curiosity, then contempt for me having left them alone for so long. Both of them had grown considerably, unbelievably, its quite possible they had doubled in size since id seen them last. Brushing up against me now, they'd almost knock me over with their size and efforts. Granted I am a bit weak, but these were no longer cuddle kitties these were predatory monsters!
I drew the hot bath and sat relaxing with a bottle of fine old whiskey setting next to flickering candles which gave a myriad of dancing reflections on the stained glass windows above the old tub. Im drifting away thinking about a massive body of water full of boats of every persuasion. The water is surrounded on three sides by land which almost instantly grows into hills and mountains, where possible the blue green water is met by tan and white buildings as old as the hills themselves, perhaps. Intensely populated these cityscapes decorate the waters edge until the cliffs take over. Blue green waters mimic the sky in the daytime and blend with orgasmic sunsets until the moon bullies its way into the picture. One can only imagine this would be the greatest show on earth, if one is lucky enough to view it through their own eyes, they will never give it up under their own power.
The pair of exotic creatures were standing guard over my hot bath fit for someone much greater than myself. Occasionally they would glance over at me and I could see dried bits of blood spotted on their chins, they purred as the candles reflected off of their perfect eyes. The breeze outside had picked up considerable, as evidenced by the palm trees, suggesting a storm might be coming in for the night to wash away the questions id hoped could wait until morning. It was time to sleep...
Steam continues to rise, comfort, until the gift has been opened and the rawness has been exposed. You can see without eyes if you know where to look.
Life without a soul is like a mouth without teeth. A face with no lips is only faith for people who prefer cold teeth.