The lizards attacked the vegitation around us with a furry that I greatly admired. Most of the green was comprised of the blackberry vines. They can tear you to shreads in the blink of eye. But the lizards set to it with a gusto. They seemed not to even notice the razor like qualities of the bushes. The clearing size was increasing at a very surprising rate. They all their fill.
Everyone of them except the duck hater. He sat down and started to chew on the ducks head. When he bit into the skull a fine powder puffed out of the nostrils. Lizard boy dropped the head and stood in the center of little cloud he had created. He inhaled deeply untill the air was clear of any trace of the powder. He repeated this process four more times. By the time he was done all og the muscles in his body were twithing and he seemed to loose control of normal function.
He collapsed in heap were he stood. His eyes round around in his skull and his eyelids sluffed off of his face to lad with a splat on the ground beside him. I started towards him to see if he was ok when Eagle-boy stopped me.
"He may kill you at this point." he explained. "Just leave him, he’ll be alright."
He explained that it was a ritual of some kind and that it would be bad manners to interfere. I noticed at that point that lizards had finished eating and were staggering toward us. The one that had sprung up in front of me, once again climbed up to my shoulder.
"Tink we’s etin ya?" He whispered in my ear. I got it that time. I nodded and patted me on top of the head.
"No wooy, I be he no."
"Wonderful," I thought to myself "Don’t worry because now your foot tall, green protector has arrived." And funny enough it did make me feel better. I could only laugh out loud.
It was almost like that was the signal to start the celebration. A bon fire appeared out of no where and the air was filled with music. I don’t know when I started dancing, all I know is that I did. And I don’t know when I passed out either. But I did.
I awoke well after sunrise. I was all alone and suddenly filled with panic. Then I felt a gentle on my head. I found myself face to face with my little green protector.
"Toed no wooy."
I smiled at him and asked him what the hell we were supposed to do now.
"Go ho." He said simply.
March 04, 2005
Lost Days and Three Tries Later
I looked back into her eyes and found a mystery. A mystery of what the hell was going on here. My mind broke for a brief commercial interruption.
Do you like Cheezy Goos?
Well, who the fuck doesn’t!
So grab your moms purse, no you don’t have to ask for permission first.
Just grab the fucking thing and go to your local Cheezy Goos, right now!
And now back to my brain...
Her eyes spoke to me in words I can’t begin to understand. There was a question in them that I could almost hear, but not quite. It was frustrating to say the least. I could also feel her at the outer edges of my mind. It was like butterfly kisses in my brain.
Then for a moment I thought I had grown a third arm. But it was only a foot long lizard, holding the head of duck, jumping out of my back. I was really only startled for a moment. It was more from where it came from than what it was.
He started chanting curses at ducks while he danced around us in tightening circles. I couldn’t tell if they were just for ducks in general or if they were intended for a single clan. By the way he was acting I would think that it was for ducks in general. I would hate to think that that much rage should go to waste on one clan.
He was shinny metallic green and he wore a hula skirt. In the opposite hand from the duck head, he held a small spoon It was not half as shinny as he was. The spoon had a really long handle on it an the edge looked like it may be sharp. I figured it would be a bad idea to find out.
Suddenly he stopped and stomped up to Eagle-boy with that same look of anger in his eyes.
"Choo you et dem o by d sef fo? Choo you no vi un to et to? Stoop Eg-bo!" He spat on the ground at our feet and turned and started dancing again..
Eagle-boy burst into his screaming laughter again. I had no idea of what was going on. Before I could ask we were surrounded by a dozen other lizards. They were all dancing now. They were all laughing, too. Eagle-boy looked at me and told me that the lizard wanted to know why he didn’t invite the rest of them to eat. I took a step backwards.
"Don’t worry," he said, "I don’t eat humans." With that he snatched up two of the lizards and popped them into his beak. I could hear the bones crunch as he bit down. The other lizards seemed not to notice. Eagle-boy worked his way through them until there was only the duck head toting psycho left.
Lizard stopped his dancing took look around. He didn’t seemed surprised that none of his friends were still there. He just looked at us like, "When do we eat?" I was thinking that his middle name was probably "Slow" or " Thick". Again I proved how wrong I could be.
Lizard bent and buried his spoon into the ground. He raised his face to the sky and started to hum. The ground around the spoon began to glow in a deep crimson that almost looked the ground was starting to bleed. It grew in intensity until it was almost impossible look at. For me it was impossible to look away.
He suddenly jerked his arm up, pulling the spoon out of the ground with great force. The light around the spoon shattered and bits of flew all around the clearing. One landed at my feet and started to writhe around in circle. It began to grow. As it grew larger the light diminished more and more. When the light was gone and the writhing stopped, a brand new foot long green lizard was curled into a ball at my feet. After a few more moments they started to walk in from where the amber shards had landed. The lizard at my feet stood up and clamored up my pant leg and arm until he was perched on my shoulder. I looked out into faces of about a hundred brand new lizard faces. They even still had that new lizard smell to them.
"Now we eat!" exclaimed Eagle-boy at once breaking the silence and starting a feeding frenzy.
Do you like Cheezy Goos?
Well, who the fuck doesn’t!
So grab your moms purse, no you don’t have to ask for permission first.
Just grab the fucking thing and go to your local Cheezy Goos, right now!
And now back to my brain...
Her eyes spoke to me in words I can’t begin to understand. There was a question in them that I could almost hear, but not quite. It was frustrating to say the least. I could also feel her at the outer edges of my mind. It was like butterfly kisses in my brain.
Then for a moment I thought I had grown a third arm. But it was only a foot long lizard, holding the head of duck, jumping out of my back. I was really only startled for a moment. It was more from where it came from than what it was.
He started chanting curses at ducks while he danced around us in tightening circles. I couldn’t tell if they were just for ducks in general or if they were intended for a single clan. By the way he was acting I would think that it was for ducks in general. I would hate to think that that much rage should go to waste on one clan.
He was shinny metallic green and he wore a hula skirt. In the opposite hand from the duck head, he held a small spoon It was not half as shinny as he was. The spoon had a really long handle on it an the edge looked like it may be sharp. I figured it would be a bad idea to find out.
Suddenly he stopped and stomped up to Eagle-boy with that same look of anger in his eyes.
"Choo you et dem o by d sef fo? Choo you no vi un to et to? Stoop Eg-bo!" He spat on the ground at our feet and turned and started dancing again..
Eagle-boy burst into his screaming laughter again. I had no idea of what was going on. Before I could ask we were surrounded by a dozen other lizards. They were all dancing now. They were all laughing, too. Eagle-boy looked at me and told me that the lizard wanted to know why he didn’t invite the rest of them to eat. I took a step backwards.
"Don’t worry," he said, "I don’t eat humans." With that he snatched up two of the lizards and popped them into his beak. I could hear the bones crunch as he bit down. The other lizards seemed not to notice. Eagle-boy worked his way through them until there was only the duck head toting psycho left.
Lizard stopped his dancing took look around. He didn’t seemed surprised that none of his friends were still there. He just looked at us like, "When do we eat?" I was thinking that his middle name was probably "Slow" or " Thick". Again I proved how wrong I could be.
Lizard bent and buried his spoon into the ground. He raised his face to the sky and started to hum. The ground around the spoon began to glow in a deep crimson that almost looked the ground was starting to bleed. It grew in intensity until it was almost impossible look at. For me it was impossible to look away.
He suddenly jerked his arm up, pulling the spoon out of the ground with great force. The light around the spoon shattered and bits of flew all around the clearing. One landed at my feet and started to writhe around in circle. It began to grow. As it grew larger the light diminished more and more. When the light was gone and the writhing stopped, a brand new foot long green lizard was curled into a ball at my feet. After a few more moments they started to walk in from where the amber shards had landed. The lizard at my feet stood up and clamored up my pant leg and arm until he was perched on my shoulder. I looked out into faces of about a hundred brand new lizard faces. They even still had that new lizard smell to them.
"Now we eat!" exclaimed Eagle-boy at once breaking the silence and starting a feeding frenzy.
February 23, 2005
The Funny Thing About That Is.. Well I Forget
We walked in silence for a short while. I took in some of the sights of this new world around me. From the trail, I could see at least 3 different kinds of flying fish. Not, jumping really high fish, flying through the air fish.
I was so busy watching the fish that I almost missed the herd that we passed. I could hear a kind of a bleeting call coming low from the ground about 20 feet into the bushes on my right. Not really thinking about the consequences of my actions, I stepped off of the trail to investigate the sound. I kicked something with my toe and almost lost my leg to one mad elephant.
"What the fuck?!! I heard below me. I looked down into the angry eyes of an eight inch pachyderm. "Watch where your going!!"
I expressed my apologies to him but it didn't seem to do any good. He raged around my ankles. The blows felt like butterfly kisses on my ankles so I wasn't really frozen by fear at making him so mad. Until he uprooted the tree he had been chewing the bark off of. It wasn't the biggest the tree in the forest, but it was big enough to stoke the flames of yellow belly deep inside of me.
Eagle-boy stepped in at that point. I could feel the conversation between them. It was heated for the first few moments. Then the conversation dulled until it was punctuated with, "Human?!!"
I had never before that day seen a surprised pachyderm. It was truly a day of firsts for me. The elephant as well it seemed.
He looked me up and down for a good long time before he snuffed and said, "figures." Then he turned his back on us and walked back into the woods muttering something about "stupid humans." He never looked back.
Eagle-boy gave me a look like I was a six year old with my hand in the cookie jar. I just shrugged my shoulders, smiled at him, and we started back up the trail.
He said not to worry about the elephants, they have terrible memories. That kind of makes them short tempered. He led us along the shaded walk for awhile, all the time explaining about the destiny of the hole.
Only those that enter the hole end up with a destiny. I thought that was kind of random. But he asked what I was doing there. I couldn't remember. It had something to do with working. But I wasn't even sure about that. For some reason things in my reality seemed to be slipping away from me.
Eagle-boy explained that only a select few could even see the hole, but only four could could pass through it. I was lucky (or unlucky) enough to be the fourth. Now the burden of the other three became my resposability. It seemed as if my luck was holding on a true coarse of bad.
We continued down the path for a short while later until finally we came to a small clearing. It was about the size of a basketball court and in the center of it stood three small cages. In each cage was a bed and a corner with food and water in. There were bodies in all of the beds. Human bodies.
I almost panicked then. Thinking that I had just stumbled upon my new home. I hoped that they didn't intend me to clean out my own cage before I use it. Something about dead bodies makes me squeamish.
To my relief one of the bodies rolled over to look at us as we approached. It was a woman. She looked a little older than me with streaks of grey in her brow. Her eyes had dark circles under them that seemed to drain the blue from her eyes. She looked worn and tired.
The other two turned out to be men. Both were bigger than I was but one was much older and the other seemed much younger. There was something strangely familiar in each of there three faces. I could not quit put my finger on what it was.
"These,"Eagle-boy said then, "are your charges. You have now taken responsibility for their lives, their action, and their crimes."
I was so busy watching the fish that I almost missed the herd that we passed. I could hear a kind of a bleeting call coming low from the ground about 20 feet into the bushes on my right. Not really thinking about the consequences of my actions, I stepped off of the trail to investigate the sound. I kicked something with my toe and almost lost my leg to one mad elephant.
"What the fuck?!! I heard below me. I looked down into the angry eyes of an eight inch pachyderm. "Watch where your going!!"
I expressed my apologies to him but it didn't seem to do any good. He raged around my ankles. The blows felt like butterfly kisses on my ankles so I wasn't really frozen by fear at making him so mad. Until he uprooted the tree he had been chewing the bark off of. It wasn't the biggest the tree in the forest, but it was big enough to stoke the flames of yellow belly deep inside of me.
Eagle-boy stepped in at that point. I could feel the conversation between them. It was heated for the first few moments. Then the conversation dulled until it was punctuated with, "Human?!!"
I had never before that day seen a surprised pachyderm. It was truly a day of firsts for me. The elephant as well it seemed.
He looked me up and down for a good long time before he snuffed and said, "figures." Then he turned his back on us and walked back into the woods muttering something about "stupid humans." He never looked back.
Eagle-boy gave me a look like I was a six year old with my hand in the cookie jar. I just shrugged my shoulders, smiled at him, and we started back up the trail.
He said not to worry about the elephants, they have terrible memories. That kind of makes them short tempered. He led us along the shaded walk for awhile, all the time explaining about the destiny of the hole.
Only those that enter the hole end up with a destiny. I thought that was kind of random. But he asked what I was doing there. I couldn't remember. It had something to do with working. But I wasn't even sure about that. For some reason things in my reality seemed to be slipping away from me.
Eagle-boy explained that only a select few could even see the hole, but only four could could pass through it. I was lucky (or unlucky) enough to be the fourth. Now the burden of the other three became my resposability. It seemed as if my luck was holding on a true coarse of bad.
We continued down the path for a short while later until finally we came to a small clearing. It was about the size of a basketball court and in the center of it stood three small cages. In each cage was a bed and a corner with food and water in. There were bodies in all of the beds. Human bodies.
I almost panicked then. Thinking that I had just stumbled upon my new home. I hoped that they didn't intend me to clean out my own cage before I use it. Something about dead bodies makes me squeamish.
To my relief one of the bodies rolled over to look at us as we approached. It was a woman. She looked a little older than me with streaks of grey in her brow. Her eyes had dark circles under them that seemed to drain the blue from her eyes. She looked worn and tired.
The other two turned out to be men. Both were bigger than I was but one was much older and the other seemed much younger. There was something strangely familiar in each of there three faces. I could not quit put my finger on what it was.
"These,"Eagle-boy said then, "are your charges. You have now taken responsibility for their lives, their action, and their crimes."
February 19, 2005
***Side Note***
I found a Guiness bottle cap the other day. It was in good condition. No scratches or dents seemed be on it anywhere. You could even read the "dap" stamp on it's side. I threw it as hard as I could out into the lake.
It came back.
That made me really think. It taught me a valuable lesson that day.
I took it in and had it bronzed.
That way it'll sink the next time I throw it out into the damn lake.
It came back.
That made me really think. It taught me a valuable lesson that day.
I took it in and had it bronzed.
That way it'll sink the next time I throw it out into the damn lake.
February 18, 2005
I Should Have Saved The First One
Luckily when I stood up, I still had my ass. Things would have been pointless without it. I put that in the, "Things that have gone right, today." column in my head and went back over the whole list. There was only one thing on it.
There was nothing to decide really. Not after I had sat down to think about it for a minute. I couldn't stay here for very long. Of that there was no doubt. The moss, it seemed had gotten it's taste of me and was coming for more. Slow moving vegetation or not, I was in no shape for any kind of wrestling match.
"Lost are you?" Said a voice directly behind me. It was so close that I jumped a bit at the sound of it. When I turned around to face the questioner, I almost shit on myself.
A bald eagle, standing almost a full head taller than I did, stood directly in front of me with an impatient look on his face. I can tell you honestly, that there is nothing that has ever happened to me, or anyone I know, that could come close to preparing me for a seven foot tall, talking bird. I went slack jawed at the sight of him and my tongue slipped out of my mouth and landed with a splat between my feet.
That was alarming.
I picked it up and stuffed it back into my mouth. No dignity could be salvaged at this point. I could feel it re-attach with a slight slurping sound. Then the taste came back to me and I found out that dirt is nasty in any reality. I tasted bile for a moment but fought that back. I would think that, not even a regular eagle would like being barfed on.
"Yeth." I said, trying to spit out the muck. "You could thay that."
"Let me guess," he said "Human, right?"
I could not help but blush.
"No," I replied defiantly. "I'm a squirrel but I left my heavy coat at home."
He screamed then. I thought that all my worries were about be ended in the blink of an eye. The talons on his feet could easily filet me like a fish.
It took me a few a moments before I realized that he was laughing. I blushed again thankful that eagle-boy was bent over slapping his knee.
"Amazing human," he finally exclaimed. "I never would have thought that a human could have a sense of humor." He shook his head trying not to start laughing again. "Can you imagine a half dressed squirrel sprinting from branch to branch?" He screamed again. I could not help but join him this time.
It was quit some time before he controlled himself again. He slapped me on the back, almost sending me to the ground, and started us walking out to the path.
"You know," he started. "When I first came down to you, I had every intention on throwing you back into the hole." He glanced at me from the corner of his eye. "I've decided to give you a chance though. I might even help you to get where your really going."
"Home?" I asked.
He stopped and looked hard into my eyes.
"Is that really where you were going?"
It seems that my answer should have been "Yes." But for some reason I knew that to be a lie.
There was nothing to decide really. Not after I had sat down to think about it for a minute. I couldn't stay here for very long. Of that there was no doubt. The moss, it seemed had gotten it's taste of me and was coming for more. Slow moving vegetation or not, I was in no shape for any kind of wrestling match.
"Lost are you?" Said a voice directly behind me. It was so close that I jumped a bit at the sound of it. When I turned around to face the questioner, I almost shit on myself.
A bald eagle, standing almost a full head taller than I did, stood directly in front of me with an impatient look on his face. I can tell you honestly, that there is nothing that has ever happened to me, or anyone I know, that could come close to preparing me for a seven foot tall, talking bird. I went slack jawed at the sight of him and my tongue slipped out of my mouth and landed with a splat between my feet.
That was alarming.
I picked it up and stuffed it back into my mouth. No dignity could be salvaged at this point. I could feel it re-attach with a slight slurping sound. Then the taste came back to me and I found out that dirt is nasty in any reality. I tasted bile for a moment but fought that back. I would think that, not even a regular eagle would like being barfed on.
"Yeth." I said, trying to spit out the muck. "You could thay that."
"Let me guess," he said "Human, right?"
I could not help but blush.
"No," I replied defiantly. "I'm a squirrel but I left my heavy coat at home."
He screamed then. I thought that all my worries were about be ended in the blink of an eye. The talons on his feet could easily filet me like a fish.
It took me a few a moments before I realized that he was laughing. I blushed again thankful that eagle-boy was bent over slapping his knee.
"Amazing human," he finally exclaimed. "I never would have thought that a human could have a sense of humor." He shook his head trying not to start laughing again. "Can you imagine a half dressed squirrel sprinting from branch to branch?" He screamed again. I could not help but join him this time.
It was quit some time before he controlled himself again. He slapped me on the back, almost sending me to the ground, and started us walking out to the path.
"You know," he started. "When I first came down to you, I had every intention on throwing you back into the hole." He glanced at me from the corner of his eye. "I've decided to give you a chance though. I might even help you to get where your really going."
"Home?" I asked.
He stopped and looked hard into my eyes.
"Is that really where you were going?"
It seems that my answer should have been "Yes." But for some reason I knew that to be a lie.
February 15, 2005
Not Without My Discs
It didn't take me long before I started to see spots in front of my eyes. I guessed it was the pain of my arm, but once again, I turned out to be wrong. I had landed on some kind of a strange moss. It was purple with small white flowers that seemed to move by themselves. Some of them had attatched to me as I laid there.
They broke easily enough when I sat up but the spots didn't disappear. In fact they started to swirl. And they stopped. And then they swirled. And then they stopped. And then they started chatting with each other. The moss beckoned me to lat back down again, but for some reason I thought better of it.
The trees around me let me know that that was a good decision. Flesh eating moss was not a good place for napping.
I bounced that around inside my throbbing head for a moment or two before the obvious occurred to me.
I had not returned after all. In fact I may be farther away than when I was lost. Physically speaking of course. Things began to unravel in the back of mind.
Just a hole? Now I really had my doubts. I mean I could get over the fall through the tree top, but flesh eating moss in my forest? My reality detector must be malfunctioning.
It was confirmed when a bee, the size of a canary, pointed a metal tipped stick at me and asked what I was doing in his moss. Of course I had no suitable reply for him so I just rolled out his way.
It didn't seem to make the bee any happier but he, at least, didn't poke me with his stick. We just looked at one another for a moment or two before he asked me what I was. He was stunned to hear that I was a human. It seems that humans had long since been forgotten in this part of the world.
When I tried to find out what happened to them he just snickered at me and said it was because humans were to stupid to survive. Our brains were to small and confined. His, he explained was spread all throughout the forest and concentrated at the hive.
He expressed his deepest sympathy for my limitations before he buzzed off. And let me tell you...A canary sized bee can really buzz.
So now I had another one of those "lost" problems on my hands. The trees were of little help at this point. The breeze had picked up and all I could make out from them was something along the lines of "Whheeeeeee!!!!"
I found a stump to sit on close by and did my best not to think about my arm. Of course I had plenty to occupy my mind at that point. I checked the stump for teeth before I sat down to consider what to do next.
They broke easily enough when I sat up but the spots didn't disappear. In fact they started to swirl. And they stopped. And then they swirled. And then they stopped. And then they started chatting with each other. The moss beckoned me to lat back down again, but for some reason I thought better of it.
The trees around me let me know that that was a good decision. Flesh eating moss was not a good place for napping.
I bounced that around inside my throbbing head for a moment or two before the obvious occurred to me.
I had not returned after all. In fact I may be farther away than when I was lost. Physically speaking of course. Things began to unravel in the back of mind.
Just a hole? Now I really had my doubts. I mean I could get over the fall through the tree top, but flesh eating moss in my forest? My reality detector must be malfunctioning.
It was confirmed when a bee, the size of a canary, pointed a metal tipped stick at me and asked what I was doing in his moss. Of course I had no suitable reply for him so I just rolled out his way.
It didn't seem to make the bee any happier but he, at least, didn't poke me with his stick. We just looked at one another for a moment or two before he asked me what I was. He was stunned to hear that I was a human. It seems that humans had long since been forgotten in this part of the world.
When I tried to find out what happened to them he just snickered at me and said it was because humans were to stupid to survive. Our brains were to small and confined. His, he explained was spread all throughout the forest and concentrated at the hive.
He expressed his deepest sympathy for my limitations before he buzzed off. And let me tell you...A canary sized bee can really buzz.
So now I had another one of those "lost" problems on my hands. The trees were of little help at this point. The breeze had picked up and all I could make out from them was something along the lines of "Whheeeeeee!!!!"
I found a stump to sit on close by and did my best not to think about my arm. Of course I had plenty to occupy my mind at that point. I checked the stump for teeth before I sat down to consider what to do next.
February 14, 2005
Syncopation of the Downtrodden
It was all so obvious to me now. I was lost. I had no idea that a person could get so lost. There I was though, just about as lost as a person can possibly get. Just realizing that was a weight off of my shoulders. For some reason I felt like I had only just started on this trip and my energy was renewed.
So Ok, I was lost. Now what?
Again, the trees answered my question. All I had to do was to not be lost.
Not be lost was a lot easier to say than to be, though. At least at first.
I walked back the way I had come. I had renewed energy, but for some reason I felt like I had made no progress at all. After another hour or so I stopped walking again. A prickling feeling made it's way up my spine. I felt like someone was watching me. Laughing at me. It started to make me angry but then I heard another question.
So, you will now be lost and angry?
To that I could only shrug. Angry, happy, sad, or high, I was still lost. Then I thought of that again.
Don't be lost.
Don't be lost.
I stepped off of the path and fell into the hole.
I must have knocked my head on something during the trip because I don't remember falling. I don't remember landing either. I do remember how it felt when I tried to get up though. I almost passed out from the pain. As it turned out, my arm was broken in about four places. That did not make me happy.
To that the trees responded that nothing should make me happy.
I could not stop laughing, for truly I had returned.
So Ok, I was lost. Now what?
Again, the trees answered my question. All I had to do was to not be lost.
Not be lost was a lot easier to say than to be, though. At least at first.
I walked back the way I had come. I had renewed energy, but for some reason I felt like I had made no progress at all. After another hour or so I stopped walking again. A prickling feeling made it's way up my spine. I felt like someone was watching me. Laughing at me. It started to make me angry but then I heard another question.
So, you will now be lost and angry?
To that I could only shrug. Angry, happy, sad, or high, I was still lost. Then I thought of that again.
Don't be lost.
Don't be lost.
I stepped off of the path and fell into the hole.
I must have knocked my head on something during the trip because I don't remember falling. I don't remember landing either. I do remember how it felt when I tried to get up though. I almost passed out from the pain. As it turned out, my arm was broken in about four places. That did not make me happy.
To that the trees responded that nothing should make me happy.
I could not stop laughing, for truly I had returned.
Nobody was Really There
I was walking, not to far from the hole, when I heard someone calling my name. It wasn't like you kind of hear something and your brain turns it into your name, either. Someone was out there calling my name.
I was a little on the tired side of things because I had just spent about three hours chopping into the blackberry bushes. Not the most pleasant work and it really takes a toll on a person. I was extremely tired already, so I wasn't sure that I was interested in finding out who was calling for me.
After a few minutes of thinking it over my conscious got the better of me. It seemed to be coming from behind me so I stashed my tools into a bush and started back tracking my route. But when I started towards it, the voice seemed to start moving to. I wasn't sure at first, but after a minute of following it I realized that I was, indeed, being messed with. The calling was directly ahead of me but I wasn't getting any closer to it.
I decided that this was not a good day for being toyed with so I turned to leave again. But when I got turned around the voice was still in front of me. I stopped in my tracks. I have to admit then that I felt a certain tightening in my bowels. I thought that maybe I had just turned to far, but that wasn't it. I turned back around. The voice was again in front of me. No matter where I turned, the voice was always in front of me.
Now that certain tightening started to turn on me a little bit. It started into something more primal. Fear is to strong of a word, but I could feel my survival instincts perk up and some adrenaline started to work it's way into my blood and my heart started to beat a little faster.
At that point I was more inclined to see how fast I could get back to my van but I had one small problem. I was lost. Not a single thing looked familiar to me.
The trees had taken on a darker hue and seemed to not even be the right kind anymore. They moved far to much for the lack of breeze and the rest of forest moved not at all. Nothing but the trees moved. It was if the rest of the forest was afraid of something and had gone to sleep.
I felt that moving somewhere was a better idea than just standing there, so that's what I did. I had forgotten my tools behind but all I could think of was getting out of here. My blood was moving very fast now. I also no longer heard my name.
I walked in that direction for about an hour. Things were not looking good for me. It normally only takes 15 minutes to walk the full length of the trail I was on but I saw no end in sight.
After another hour of walking something changed. I also started to hear another call. It was faint to start out with, but it grew louder as I strolled along. At first I couldn't make out what it was, but in time I could hear the words again. Or rather I could feel what the words were.
They asked why I was traveling the road of the lost. I stopped dead in my tracks.
The road of the lost?
I was a little on the tired side of things because I had just spent about three hours chopping into the blackberry bushes. Not the most pleasant work and it really takes a toll on a person. I was extremely tired already, so I wasn't sure that I was interested in finding out who was calling for me.
After a few minutes of thinking it over my conscious got the better of me. It seemed to be coming from behind me so I stashed my tools into a bush and started back tracking my route. But when I started towards it, the voice seemed to start moving to. I wasn't sure at first, but after a minute of following it I realized that I was, indeed, being messed with. The calling was directly ahead of me but I wasn't getting any closer to it.
I decided that this was not a good day for being toyed with so I turned to leave again. But when I got turned around the voice was still in front of me. I stopped in my tracks. I have to admit then that I felt a certain tightening in my bowels. I thought that maybe I had just turned to far, but that wasn't it. I turned back around. The voice was again in front of me. No matter where I turned, the voice was always in front of me.
Now that certain tightening started to turn on me a little bit. It started into something more primal. Fear is to strong of a word, but I could feel my survival instincts perk up and some adrenaline started to work it's way into my blood and my heart started to beat a little faster.
At that point I was more inclined to see how fast I could get back to my van but I had one small problem. I was lost. Not a single thing looked familiar to me.
The trees had taken on a darker hue and seemed to not even be the right kind anymore. They moved far to much for the lack of breeze and the rest of forest moved not at all. Nothing but the trees moved. It was if the rest of the forest was afraid of something and had gone to sleep.
I felt that moving somewhere was a better idea than just standing there, so that's what I did. I had forgotten my tools behind but all I could think of was getting out of here. My blood was moving very fast now. I also no longer heard my name.
I walked in that direction for about an hour. Things were not looking good for me. It normally only takes 15 minutes to walk the full length of the trail I was on but I saw no end in sight.
After another hour of walking something changed. I also started to hear another call. It was faint to start out with, but it grew louder as I strolled along. At first I couldn't make out what it was, but in time I could hear the words again. Or rather I could feel what the words were.
They asked why I was traveling the road of the lost. I stopped dead in my tracks.
The road of the lost?
February 12, 2005
For Want of a Better Topic
I was walking along the other day and I came across this hole. It was rather large and irregularly shaped at the top. I had been through that area before a few times and I had never seen it before. But that was no surprise. The bushes were rather thick through there.
It was just a hole, but as I looked down into it I realized that I couldn't see the bottom. It was only a blank spot in the middle of reality. I began to wonder if this was more than a hole and I reached in. There was nothing there. There was also no bottom, that I could reach anyway.
I layed there for a minute, my arm dangling in the empty space. I began to wonder if the hole was a look into our future. Or mine.
Again I wondered if it was nothing more than a hole. But, it didn't feel like a hole, if that makes any sense. I sat up and let my legs hang over the edge. Then I figured, since I had gone this far, I might as well find out how deep the hole really was.
I put a hand on either side of the hole and lowered myself into it as far as I could reach without letting go. Still I could not reach the bottom. Before I could decide what to try next, the sides of the holes where I had my hands, gave way.
I found myself falling. Very fast and for a very long time. When I finally landed it was through tree tops, then brush before I finally hit the ground in a soft bed of pine needles and moss. I could do no more than lay there and let my head clear. I was dazed but I seemed unbroken.
Eventually my head stopped spinning and I was able to sit up. I had landed not three feet from the hole. I rolled over and peeked down into it one more time.
I stood up and brushed myself off considering what had just happened.
After another moment I turned my back on it and walked away. I decided that it was just another hole.
It was just a hole, but as I looked down into it I realized that I couldn't see the bottom. It was only a blank spot in the middle of reality. I began to wonder if this was more than a hole and I reached in. There was nothing there. There was also no bottom, that I could reach anyway.
I layed there for a minute, my arm dangling in the empty space. I began to wonder if the hole was a look into our future. Or mine.
Again I wondered if it was nothing more than a hole. But, it didn't feel like a hole, if that makes any sense. I sat up and let my legs hang over the edge. Then I figured, since I had gone this far, I might as well find out how deep the hole really was.
I put a hand on either side of the hole and lowered myself into it as far as I could reach without letting go. Still I could not reach the bottom. Before I could decide what to try next, the sides of the holes where I had my hands, gave way.
I found myself falling. Very fast and for a very long time. When I finally landed it was through tree tops, then brush before I finally hit the ground in a soft bed of pine needles and moss. I could do no more than lay there and let my head clear. I was dazed but I seemed unbroken.
Eventually my head stopped spinning and I was able to sit up. I had landed not three feet from the hole. I rolled over and peeked down into it one more time.
I stood up and brushed myself off considering what had just happened.
After another moment I turned my back on it and walked away. I decided that it was just another hole.
February 10, 2005
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