Apocalypse

 

 

This deer is a ghost deer.

This werewolf wants to be a good citizen. This terrestrial plane of twilight enjoins ghost deer and werewolf as equals. At first they frolic, race and touch teeth.

A shadow passes over them.

The mystery of the shadow belongs to a Jurassic bird. Flown out of an underground Jurassic world on accident, the bird was attempting to avoid conflict. The bird returns to the crevice it escaped from just in time for the crevice to close the jurasssic world in on itself forever.

The mystery of the passing shadow made the pair of twilight celestials begin to think.

For time before the werewolf had a mind racked with anxiety, worry and problems of how to be a better citizen as he rushed into the woods to satisfy his desire for fresh prey. The ghost deer had been pushed on by primordial instinct to find his company.

A feeling was in the air that left the future to frolic, running, and touching with teeth until the shadow of the unknown passed over the pair and made them think about what they really desired.

Human flesh.

At that moment a gopher offered them a potato.

Twenty racist whites hunting for raccoons began to sing as they came out of the pines.

Twenty more gophers with potatoes popped out of the ground.

A ring of rocks with lumber in the middle was struck with lightning.

The potatoes were roasted.

Black men sang on the top of pine trees.

The white men ate the gophers and potatoes and then they shot the blacks.

Out of shame the surviving blacks shot each other.

The whites went back to their places in society.

The ghost deer and the werewolf ate the carcasses of the blacks.

There is a black baby.

They decide this black baby is why they are meant to live. They tend to and take care of the black child. In order to not eat the child they promise one another to not eat the child or any other human flesh ever again.

The black child has a gold star as a part of his forehead.

Gloves are on his hands, Nike dunks on his feet, and clothed in white arctic fur.

In the North Pole he evangelized eskimos, traveled the stars looking for extraterrestrials, and read the Greek classics. The Eskimo don’t treat him any different than a living god. They don’t worship him. He drifts in and out of their lives healing and helping and talking of Jesus Christ of Nazareth.

The black man is a son of God and can neither go into the city or be satisfied by the country. He lives in the North Pole because it is unsettled.

He likes eskimos because they are his kind of people. They are frontiersmen. This black man is a god of the frontier. When he goes to space nobody knows. There is no one for him to talk Greek with except Santa Claus and a couple high elves. When he speaks of Jesus no one listens. The Eskimo love him for his heroic qualities of generosity, kindness and authority. He is an authority on all Eskimo things. Always helping them improve. 

Some of the Eskimo women begin to believe in Jesus. Among them a particularly attractive lady one day breaks through the ice and has an experience with a Narwhal. With a long horn coming out of her forehead she discovers the depths beneath the ice.

She has sex with the god of the frontier by putting her horn into his gold star.

A real skull fucking.

The process kills them both in 1972.

The substance of her mind goes into his bloody dead skull and like a seahorse a daughter is encompassed in the man's bosom and shoots into the sky like a shooting electron.

A star now exists in another dimension that is populated by civilized narwhals.

The carcass arises with a cavity in its stomach and forehead.

The carcass speaks.

“There comes time when I no longer think about myself as hole. 

Something in life has defeated me and my focus is up. 

I have never been known to mood, if there was ever any. 

Honest in clever picking kind of way that takes the air words to mystery, doubt to faith, reason to unexplainable and disaster to miracle. 

Becoming so detail-oriented, self-obsessed and unworthy that woman labels me creep in public. Other times I am in love without falling. As a preface here I started out with just the type of thing that destroys any bond: a cold analysis. This is a cold analysis of myself.

Do I have the style to be able to speak to you?

Nothing is better for that Hollywood relationship then the style of two people being in love without love.

The falling in love seems to permit the being in love.

I like to think of friendship as love only if it has crossed the line of risk. 

There was a girl and I had a crush on her and she became my friend. Then one night while watching a movie she kissed me on the mouth. 

Then I considered her not only a friend but a friend that I loved a friend loved.

Same with a family that stayed with my family while going through a divorce. I had to be brave for them so I came to love them in a paternal way.

Different kinds of love.

Some women I only trust for.

Sometimes I only want for their company.

What is the difference between love and love and lust and desire?

I tell many lies to women that I want.

I have had this problem of asking myself what for 

did I tell you I was going?

Did I tell you that because I think you are silly?

Instead it was like an opposite that I think you want and I think I am silly.

I think it would make you to be happy if I visit. Any part for any reason. I think it would make me happy to do the same. I think these would give mutual happiness to each other whether we saw each other when I was there or not as well. What would that mean that we are both happy for me to be in the same place as where you are whether together or apart?

I guess it means we like each other.

What else?

There is tragedy in why I told you for. I think it very serious mean for you not to come back. I was in when I wrote that to you and I was not planning on moving back.

If you went when I was not there it would be to much and I would not want to miss it so I would return. Then, this is the bad part, I would not have anything to show you of myself that was a new accomplishment or improvement. I would have no proof that my love for you had changed my life in any real way. Although you were beautiful you had not inspired me to change.

I could not let you in on the fact of just how dense I was.

Also to reveal my cowardice, my whole non chalance toward you while you were here both times was completely contrived and I was constantly on the bare tips of my nerves because I thought you were the most.

I didn’t make a move up, down, sideways. I cannot lose you if I never did.

Though. I don’t think I could not make a come on to you three times in a row.

You are much more desire object if I don’t.

The trouble with thinking of you as an object, although a wonderful object, is humanity. What is it about our humanity that has anything in common?

I like the fact that you are because I like culture, history, geography, sociology, anthropology, psychology, economics, politics,etc. With all of that passion I do not have any friends that live. 

It is easy to place my passion in a lens that points towards passionate world like a connection.

It is easy for me to forget about you as well though because I am mostly a nationalist.

I don’t ever want to tell you that I like you, love you, admire you, or want you because that is unfair.

Our friendship stays.

I like it that way. It is magic. It is breathing underwater.

It is flying with wings through mountains. 

What is this about you digging a hole to China?

What is it like?

It is like nothing.

There is nothing between us, never has been and never will be.

It is better to be happy than not.

Those are my needs.To be fully autonomous with some woman, now go make me a sandwich. Extra Mayo.

You have escaped me forever?

This and one more level of self-doubt to collapse this letter into shame.

It is this: what about the needs of a woman?

Inside of that question lies another question relating to apathy.

Is it proper to care about people?”

Carcass then descends to Hades

Erupts into a sprouting flame

Ascends as the Phoenix

Incinerate globe

Narwhal puts on a tie and sings to the Phoenix.

“Take a last glance in the mirror and walk across the room to open the door for my lady. She looks amazing and so do I. The taxi is waiting. We are going to the city.

First we eat then we must dance . We have been making so much money. In times like these it is like we dance right from the dance floor into the bed sheets.

I help her father with the farm in the morning. I make business calls in the afternoon. She has been working on her clients website since 6 am. I put on my tie and do it all over again.”