the day was getting over....the sun was going down...the hookers were coming out....it was ludacris playin all over the town...burger n weed sellers were shwing their stuff??? stuff eh?
today was a fruitful day....he killed three deer....he didnt know for what....the act of killing the deer was instinctive....but he considered it was convenient instinct... rather perfected instinct
.... and coming back he knoced over another two.... and dunno how many he reduced to roadkill.... he had taken immense pleasure by seeing this....
he dnt believe in god...he was more interested in weed....hooking up...ovulating...to him...jesus christ was like de cloned version of nicole richie....michael jackson..and paris hilton...
after smoking his regular queen sized blunt....fire martinis wid burnt peaches... .....he tucked in...
it was in the middle of the night....when nothing moves.
he opened his eyes...... what the fuck was that??...he saw a guy sitting on the chair...looking outside...a guy...in wid a pale white face...wid a frail body...and thick eyebrows....
this guy must be the Greek God for methamphetamine..
"hey duckbill.....what the fuck u doin in ma place?"
"hello...im a nightmare youre having..."
"yea....dude....just get the fuck outa ma place...youre either too drunk...or u had too much of de cheap viagra shit....now scram before u piss me off"
"are you napolean?'
"drunk chaps got parapsychic bullshit!"
"are you the guy who kills for the sake of it?"
"yea.... how does it remotely affect u?...were u engaged to any of the deer i had killed?? or is it sentimental bullshit u got after the deer got laid by you??"
"i am your nightmare remember??.... you are going to die..."
"fuck you....get outa ma shack you "
n he got up and took his double barrel shotgun....
he just fell down....no blood....but he was wrrigling....uncontrollably....nefarious intentions n actions all go down to the floor they say!!
the legend of the smoking wagon had come true...it said that after every 126 years the devil would walk the earth....he last came on AD 1479... it was bad.... but still.... life went on!
but...????????????????????
the devil killing a sinner????.... yea....mass murderer...unconventional drug abuser...and yes, bad breath...
but that was the question!?!?!?!?
who came to that house??....
he was buried in a public ceremony...after all....bad breath nape was someone they had to discuss when they had nothing to do....
that night....a new gentleman checked into the local inn.... he looked wierd....he spoke even wierder....but his eyes gleamed the flame of purpose...
but....who was he???
deaths were increasing by the day....the so called sinners...the so called dickheads.....
people became more free.....
more happy...
there was happiness and prosperity and peace of mind and drugs aplenty...
it was the perfect city...
more and more people came from other parts...
difference of opinion!...
small small disjointments...
bigger difference of opinion...
ego...
fighting....
why the fuck did they come???
what the fuck did we do??
it was silent....the remenants of the place...the lone owl hooted....the man took his rucksack...looked at the town.... checked his nails..
he straightened his hair...n walked to the marble clad hills...
the small wooden board showed the year 1805....
he moved to freasher pastures...
today was a fruitful day....he killed three deer....he didnt know for what....the act of killing the deer was instinctive....but he considered it was convenient instinct... rather perfected instinct
.... and coming back he knoced over another two.... and dunno how many he reduced to roadkill.... he had taken immense pleasure by seeing this....
he dnt believe in god...he was more interested in weed....hooking up...ovulating...to him...jesus christ was like de cloned version of nicole richie....michael jackson..and paris hilton...
after smoking his regular queen sized blunt....fire martinis wid burnt peaches... .....he tucked in...
it was in the middle of the night....when nothing moves.
he opened his eyes...... what the fuck was that??...he saw a guy sitting on the chair...looking outside...a guy...in wid a pale white face...wid a frail body...and thick eyebrows....
this guy must be the Greek God for methamphetamine..
"hey duckbill.....what the fuck u doin in ma place?"
"hello...im a nightmare youre having..."
"yea....dude....just get the fuck outa ma place...youre either too drunk...or u had too much of de cheap viagra shit....now scram before u piss me off"
"are you napolean?'
"drunk chaps got parapsychic bullshit!"
"are you the guy who kills for the sake of it?"
"yea.... how does it remotely affect u?...were u engaged to any of the deer i had killed?? or is it sentimental bullshit u got after the deer got laid by you??"
"i am your nightmare remember??.... you are going to die..."
"fuck you....get outa ma shack you "
n he got up and took his double barrel shotgun....
he just fell down....no blood....but he was wrrigling....uncontrollably....nefarious intentions n actions all go down to the floor they say!!
the legend of the smoking wagon had come true...it said that after every 126 years the devil would walk the earth....he last came on AD 1479... it was bad.... but still.... life went on!
but...????????????????????
the devil killing a sinner????.... yea....mass murderer...unconventional drug abuser...and yes, bad breath...
but that was the question!?!?!?!?
who came to that house??....
he was buried in a public ceremony...after all....bad breath nape was someone they had to discuss when they had nothing to do....
that night....a new gentleman checked into the local inn.... he looked wierd....he spoke even wierder....but his eyes gleamed the flame of purpose...
but....who was he???
deaths were increasing by the day....the so called sinners...the so called dickheads.....
people became more free.....
more happy...
there was happiness and prosperity and peace of mind and drugs aplenty...
it was the perfect city...
more and more people came from other parts...
difference of opinion!...
small small disjointments...
bigger difference of opinion...
ego...
fighting....
why the fuck did they come???
what the fuck did we do??
it was silent....the remenants of the place...the lone owl hooted....the man took his rucksack...looked at the town.... checked his nails..
he straightened his hair...n walked to the marble clad hills...
the small wooden board showed the year 1805....
he moved to freasher pastures...
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