posted on Jul, 17 2009 @ 05:40 PM
To get there we need to go on a journey. Breathe deeply and relax. Do you see how blue the sky is? Have you ever imagined such a place? Look at
that lake down the hill toward the left. The one with the billowing willow trees overhanging its shores. Do you see how crystal blue that water is?
Look how the sunlight glints off its surface, making it appear as though tiny diamonds are appearing on a mythical carpet. Appearing here, and then
disappearing, and reappearing in a new spot on the crystal canvas.
Do you see how bright and sunny it is here? Can you see the other lake to the right? Isn’t it just as beautiful? Look at that enormous oak tree
that seems to be standing guard over it. How its rich green leaves seem to wave at us as each time that warm breeze you can feel blows by. How the
tree’s long shadow seems to be reaching across the ice blue surface of the lake, reminding us of a hand telling everyone to use caution.
Now take a moment to look beyond the lakes. Do you see how that gorgeous meadow is rising into the distance? How it seems to vanish into the blue
horizon? It’s down this first hill, between those two lakes, and up into that meadow. It looks far I know. Can you feel that warm breeze washing
over us more and more, and how lovely it smells? It’s coming from all those pink and white flowers that you see. They grow all through these hills
and meadows, and you can do anything you wish. So let’s float slowly and absorb everything because we are seeing it for the very first time. When
we get there, it’s lights out. Don’t try to run away.
“Put all your friggin weight on it. Not just one foot, two! All your weight you imbecile!” Cleat yelled at his partner as he waved a bloodied
hacksaw through the air with each enunciation. The helper Cleat was using really sucked. All Cleat needed was for somebody to stand on this dead
guy’s chest while he cut his head off. There was no other way of keeping the body still as the blade was catching itself on bone and cartilage and
Cleat was getting annoyed.
Cleat’s helper complied and he stepped up onto the dead mans chest. Holding his arms out to balance himself as he swayed his hips in anticipation
of each push and drag of the saw. “Now ya got it.” Cleat almost whispered as he and his partner, now in unison, maintained a morbid rhythm. His
eyes watched the blade as it began to further separate the material in his victims neck. Cleat felt as if he was being watched. You know the
feeling. He quickly looked up his from his work and scanned his surroundings.
“Oh, it’s you. Well, I aint ready for you yet flap old buddy. I’ll let you know how this all plays out later.” He said calmly as he began to
focus more intently on something that caught his interest. “Who is that flap? I haven’t seen that one before. You can leave that one with us,
flap. We’ll make sure that one behaves.” Cleat said almost pleading. His arms were covered with blood up to his elbows. The handle on the
hacksaw was sticky in his hand and he re-positioned it as he realized he wouldn’t be baby sitting today. He angrily went back to work on the
Well, that certainly was odd. These two guys are perfect examples. I catch them doing the oddest things sometimes. Can you believe I almost forgot
about these guys? That’s why I had to build this place. Let’s leave them alone for a while and look down the hall. I just have to close and
lock this door first. I don’t want these two guys wondering around.
Come this way. It is down this hall. I know it’s cold in here but there is a reason for it. I need this kind of atmosphere here because it is
conducive to what these magical characters are all about. They wouldn’t feel that they could be themselves if it weren’t for this house. Here it
is. I’ll let you lead the way this time. It’s ok, I’m right here. You are in no danger because, quite frankly, I need your help. I’ll
explain in a bit, go ahead, open the door.
Timmy rolled the Marlboro cigarette between his right index finger and thumb. Back and forth as he watched the tobacco fall out of its pristine white
casing of paper. “This is going to be great!” He thought to himself as a slight grin appeared on his cheeks. He could hardly wait. This just
might be the best one yet.
He remembered back to a few things he had done and laughed within himself. When he had peed into a little cup, and when nobody was looking, he poured
it into his Dad’s coffee. His Dad came down the stairs saying something to his mother about work as he absent mindedly chugged his coffee and
hurried out the door. Oh that was grand. It was funny and he knew it. There were other things, but right now he had to get his current project
He pulled the Black Cat firecracker out of his pocket and snipped the fuse off flush with the top of the explosive. That way, when it got lit, it
would explode right away. No waiting with this one. He slid the firecracker into the empty cigarette, careful to keep the fused side toward the
lighting end of the cigarette. He then poured the tobacco in after it, so as to conceal the firecracker. He inspected his final product. It was
perfect. He compared it with one that wasn’t tampered with. Perfect. You couldn’t tell the difference. He slid them both back into the pack
and left his loaded one out a little. So that would be the first one taken. He placed the pack back on the table precisely where he had found it.
He walked to the end of the garage and busied himself with some toys there. He just had to wait now, and that was no problem for Timmy. No problem
at all. It only took a couple of minutes for his mother to appear from the side door. Timmy reflected on how quickly his mother appeared and
realized he could’ve been caught. He dropped himself a mental note to remember to tighten up his game.
Sorry for the interruption, but the rest will be in the next post. Awful I know.