PiHKAL
Bluelighter
Hey look, my very own mini-series...I will keep addind o this until i feel it is done.
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And Justice for all...
As Rodney cried, fighting for air with the blood that was gushing inside his mouth, he wondered how such a thing could have happened to someone such as himself. Only hours ago he was leaving work, getting into his brand new mercedes (paid in cash, yesterday) to drive home to his beatiful wife that he did not love. As he wimpered in pain, he heard the leather belt snapping, and looked up in time to see it's large brass buckle come screaming down once more.
Darkness.
And slowly the darkness fades. Slowly the edges of bright spots around the room start to become fuzzy images, and slowly items come into focus. A small tv, with a tight shot of someone, probably a news caster. Up higher, the sun's reflection off the glass in a picture that hangs on the wall. Looking at these bright spots hurts, but it is better than slipping back into the darkness where all that is known is pain and uncertainty. There is no choice worse than slipping back into the mind of Satan, the mind where you have no control over your fate.
Rodney suddenly remembers the perfect teeth of his captor, the perfect teeth amidst the unshaven face, the scruffy clothing, and the stench of sweat. He can remember the whiteness he saw everytime he was spoken too, every time he was told to look at the fucking road and not in his captors direction. Back from the mindflash, Rodney begins to focus again on the TV as he begins to notice that there is no one in the room. The man is gone, ...
More next time folks
So heres the q, should I add to this exact message, or post more in a reply, or what?
Peace..
Gareth.
When I look at where I've been
And I think of where I'm going
I find that both roads bend in
same directions, ever flowing.....
-Caress, the wordsmith
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And Justice for all...
As Rodney cried, fighting for air with the blood that was gushing inside his mouth, he wondered how such a thing could have happened to someone such as himself. Only hours ago he was leaving work, getting into his brand new mercedes (paid in cash, yesterday) to drive home to his beatiful wife that he did not love. As he wimpered in pain, he heard the leather belt snapping, and looked up in time to see it's large brass buckle come screaming down once more.
Darkness.
And slowly the darkness fades. Slowly the edges of bright spots around the room start to become fuzzy images, and slowly items come into focus. A small tv, with a tight shot of someone, probably a news caster. Up higher, the sun's reflection off the glass in a picture that hangs on the wall. Looking at these bright spots hurts, but it is better than slipping back into the darkness where all that is known is pain and uncertainty. There is no choice worse than slipping back into the mind of Satan, the mind where you have no control over your fate.
Rodney suddenly remembers the perfect teeth of his captor, the perfect teeth amidst the unshaven face, the scruffy clothing, and the stench of sweat. He can remember the whiteness he saw everytime he was spoken too, every time he was told to look at the fucking road and not in his captors direction. Back from the mindflash, Rodney begins to focus again on the TV as he begins to notice that there is no one in the room. The man is gone, ...
More next time folks

So heres the q, should I add to this exact message, or post more in a reply, or what?
Peace..
Gareth.
When I look at where I've been
And I think of where I'm going
I find that both roads bend in
same directions, ever flowing.....
-Caress, the wordsmith