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Bekin's Rage Novel
Bekin's Rage Novel
John O’Keefe
1978/88
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XENOGENESIS
m
Shrimp boats are a comin’
their sails are in sight.
Shrimp boats are a comin’,
there’s dancin’ tonight.
I began to walk.
Yes, I could hear it, the low gurgle of a “58” Chevy Chief.
“Hop in.”
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blond hair. It stuck out from under his cowboy hat like
captured and scanned his image. He was six feet tall and
the strain of opening the door. His eyes were set and his
little too much to his side too soon. His hands, also,
grabbed too quickly for the steering wheel. His neck was
stiff and his chin was slightly tilted and locked. He was
obviously an amateur.
Adam’s apple.
were you?”
theatrical.
the road, “because I’ll tell you, there just isn’t any more
property and I just tell them there isn’t any. The place is
just all sewed up. And what with all the stuff going on
He chuckled.
‘Where in the hell did that guy come from? It’s just like
he came out of the blue.’ I could see you getting wet. So,
think.”
Coming.”
back to face him. The skin around his eyes was really
simply, sir, I want you out of here. Your kind are nothing
just want to get a place where I can dry off and get a bite
to eat.”
sneering.
stress.”
“Ole soldier boy has lost his nerve, has he? I can’t
Blowing their faces off with your cum still dripping out of
for you? Big horse like you. You must have been some big
fucking Frankenstein.”
ahead,” I said.
from his and the truck began to slow. We drove this way for
EYES AND TEARS ARE BURSTING FROM THEM LIKE HOT JELLY. “OPEN
was wonderful.
my arms.”
was shouting.
that name?”
here.”
“Sandusky.”
He stuck his head out of the window and let the rain
out of my asshole.”
not too far from here. Old lady Shelby runs it, her and her
crazy drunk husband. He’ll give you a run for your money. I
mouth before I could stop it. But yes, that was certainly
“A billion others?”
“At least. Not that any of them ever make it. Very few
“To Qxneon.”
“What’s Qxneon?”
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No one has ever come back. It’s just simply the last place
and eat hot dogs and go to little league games and watch
T.V.”
how time slips by. Well, one day I brought out a ball and
didn’t even know what they were for. Pine Cone, that’s my
Anyway, it’s Coming more and more every day. Hell, look at
you, you Came right out of the blue. That kind of stuff’s
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been happening all the time. Ever since she flew the coop.
“Who?”
“MAMA.”
“MAMA?”
“Yes.”
I knew then the guy had bottomed out, too much good
“She’s on her way North too. All we’ve got left down
“New Coming."
somebody else. We’ve just got a few days left. I’ll let you
have the truck. It’s the only thing we own. Just drive away
and get out of here and don’t bring any more of them
But Madrone was gone. I sighed and turned the key and
began to drive.
“Two.”
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there forever.
She smiled.
What with New Coming and all there wasn’t much for a
alone.
underground?
FOR NOW. WE WILL KEEP YOU POSTED AND WILL SEND YOU MONEY.
then peeled the seam of the pack back a bit, and revealed a
notebook.
P.S.
We’ve shifted you to Sandusky.
peered out. There was snow all over the place! There were
motel room. How long had I been here? Had I been here in
Yes, that was it. I was on the front line where New was
Sandusky air.
the end of the counter and shuffled among the milling feet
toward it.
menu.
SWIP!
She was gone and back again holding her note pad, its
“Suds-Suds?”
“Toast.”
“Wiffit?”
“Egges,” I said.
“Coffin?”
“Yeah.”
crowded room and throw them into the snow. Then it returned
phone off the hook and shut out the whole wide world.” I
NEAR US, TURNING THE AIR INTO AN ANIMAL. HE OPENS HIS MOUTH
MORE ROOM FOR HIS JAWS SO HE CAN BITE THE ANIMAL. THE
BACK.
“IT’S WHAT YOU PAID FOR, SIR. YOU BOUGHT A BATTLE, AND
MIGHT ADD.”
WITH IT.”
SLIDE DOWN HIS BODY. HE DROPS HIS JELLABA AND STANDS THERE
BLOW THE END OF THE BUNKER AWAY. HE SITS AND BEGINS TO BEAT
HIM.
ESPECIALLY NOW, THE WAY THINGS ARE. WHAT YOU DID IN THE
THINGS HAVE CHANGED. EVEN THE DATE. IT’S SIMPLY CALLED "NEW
STILL NEED TOUCHING. STRETCH HIS FEET OUT. PUT YOUR MOUTH
ON HIS. BREATHE INTO HIM. CLOSE YOUR EYES, CHUCK, WE’RE NOT
was.
6 a.m. It was early and yet there should have been the
just off the highway. The houses were neat and clean and
toys, shoe-box size, day glow orange and green trucks and
and space shuttles, lunar landers with long black legs and
room bay window curtains were drawn. Even the leaves moved
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into the heart of it, the maze grew thicker and the sound
this street for more than an hour and the light hadn’t
of bird song and leaf rustle. The houses were so thick now
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before the great Dutch elm’s disease had taken them. They
The light side of ledges were dusted with gold. The huge
elms were getting fewer and rolling hills with gnarled oak
began to appear. All but a few birds were singing now. The
source of the light seemed very near, just over the next
deeper into itself. Farm houses, each more perfect than the
Mother House. And that was Father House. I had been in that
it had been the same then. The 1950’s pink and white ranch
styles had been there. These were the pure houses, the ones
nearest the Center, near the Absolute House which was the
for certain. All of the houses were there. They had escaped
door and one window, paper white with bright clear windows
and gold trimmed white curtains. It was not only the house
frosty whey dandelion heads and the trees, the white oak
* * * *
paralyzed.
impossible.
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Don’t worry about it. It will pass. It’s hit the whole
of evens out. That’s why you don’t see many people out on
the street right now. Most of them are like you, narked
special forces types. Let’s see what you got in it. Can’t
get the sucker open. Probably a time lock, huh? Well, we’ll
inside of it. What’ this we got here now, a diary? Boy, you
sure got bad handwriting. Looks like you don’t got any
Now, we have to have i.d. don’t you see, just to keep track
“Now don’t get too worked up when you come out and
really real.”
specialist.”
summoned them for support. The big cop (he was larger than
Sabbatical.
There I had said it, my own name for the first time.
Captain.”
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to the patrol cars and opened the doors. One was for me.
The other was to allow Joyce and Allen Tenders to step out.
he?”
frowning at me.
said.
the car.
drove away.
“For what?”
“For leaving.”
screamed.
more than you do. What the hell are you doing in Sandusky?”
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They just drove up and hauled me in. They didn’t even ask
the last five years census. Can you believe that? Said that
the real alien is? It’s you. That’s what I think. I knew
what I really want to know is how did you get out the first
street, to keep low, you know? You have no idea what I ran
into.”
It’s coming out of the bones, out of the air, out of the
world, out of time, like the ice age, you know? But it’s
not ice, it’s the stuff itself; the trees, the buildings,
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the birds, the way they fit together, the way eyes see
them, the things, in what order and from what angle they
are seen; but more, the sense that they, the objects of the
mind of its own, even our cells. You don’t know what your
the way it’s always been in Sandusky. The people are brave
and hardy. Soon they started acting like they didn’t notice
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But not them, they just got busier. There didn’t seem to be
day and check in with their local voice detector. Well, one
my family and got in the station wagon and drove out. Left
distress.
“I think I have.”
“Houses.”
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“Houses?”
up.”
life.”
turned to Madrone.
cars.
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asked.
him.
Mexico. The driver pulled over to the curb and stopped. The
myself. I think I might get hit too. You take over the
The cop got out and Allen slid into the driver’s seat.
The rest of the cops got back into their cars and we were
off again.
The patrol car sped down Main street. For the most
part the stores were dark. A few here and there sported
cow’s eyes. He was dead out on his first Nark. I pushed him
“We know that you just got out of the Bin, for one
had and I’m gonna make sure I keep it as long as I can. I’m
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started and I ain’t ever Narked once, not once. I’m the
your fucking assholes. Hey, maybe I’m the only one, too. I
mean, male, man. I’m gonna eat your woman up. I’m gonna be
the daddy. I’m gonna be the one who sits at the head of the
be the Bull. All of the babies are gonna look like me.”
“Your mama.”
“No, no, no, man, I’m talking about your meat, your
muffin, your mush, your mama. She’s five foot ten with
underwear?”
guard.”
“Not any more, fuck face. I don’t care how much war
anybody.”
wool ruffled and his greasy hair emerged from behind the
seat.
said.
out.
officer.”
of my vision.
Sound, and warm rays of amber and gold and icy spangles,
remembered the high school girls chorus and how they did it
me, his hands handcuffed behind his neck. I could see him
way, his voice never quite leaving his throat, kind of now-
he-was-beginning-to-think-things-were-kind-of-funny.
and his kids learning to kill hot dogs with baseball bats.
was frazzled, like it was tired and over-used, like the end
the trash. He’s just got out of the Bin. Look at that
him to the dogs. Put him in the cooed side and let the
“That’s all fine and good for you to say, but what if
even get it up to pay his motel bill. Now does that sound
like “Top Security” to you? Nom man, this ape is on his way
out. I’ve got his number. I’ll bet you he’s awake right now
listening to this.”
got it further, that he made you suck his cock when you
were nine and you liked it. Don’t think I’ll let you off if
burn.”
The cops around the desk began laughing. Allen bit his
or will he stay?”
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“Five hundred?”
“He doesn’t have it. Well, how about your next three
“It’s a deal.”
fall?”
Sergeant.
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close to my ear.
gravy.”
on a long ramp way which ran down like a gray empty vein.
lack of air. It did seem that the air wasn’t right. It was
same time wanted to mug him very much. His fingers never
started giggling.
surfacing.
at Allen, “You gonna Nark out and leave me alone with him?”
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but he did.
something special?”
would you?”
“I’ll bet your name’s Ronnie. Come on, let’s get this
The little dark kid was really smiling now with a gaga
whined.
much, mother.”
walked down a long, dimly lit corridor. The walls were gray
up and go to bed.”
“She’s sober.”
“We’ll take care of that,” she said and went back into
the room.
The smaller one turned and went back into the room
also.
were large pots and pans, a thirty-cake grill, and four big
It was probably left over from the days when the place
just jostled with you with young kids and teens of the
the smell of smoke and musty books. There were big pictures
CLASSICS DEPT
was written on
red cheeks and hungry eyes. there was a huge red star which
BY THE WORDS YOU ARE HEARING, NOR THE PHYSICAL LAWS THAT
AFFECTION.”
one. I heard, I’m sure, I heard her big wet feet slop up
after her.
head.
sit down.
down.
see her legs, to see the sharp contours that must surely be
sister gets done with you tonight. And believe me, I don’t
and how men just aren’t the same up North. She always goes
sleazy motel whore?” She said softly, her upper lip just
hinting a snarl.
me.
“Shhh, don’t make too much noise,” she said, her eyes
going too fast. There was all kinds of information here but
lipstick.
voice.
there. It’s not so terribly bad down here, you’ll see, but
spread her lipstick. “Some say it’s a virus, some say it’s
invasion.”
“A what?”
the mirror. “Everybody thinks aliens are just like us, only
like us? Why shouldn’t its very presence alter our reality?
chain reaction?”
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She put the hairbrush down and turned to me. Her hair
existence, but say, they do. Say also, that they share
send one of their kind among us. Call it an Entity. Now how
world.”
heard it before.”
that’s human about it. Isn’t that creepy? It’s got to eat
its way through itself into our world and who tastes and
understand, but it’s not eating meat, it’s eating its soul,
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eyes.
knew it.”
awful?”
she said, smiling into my open face with a leer, “given the
reacting with.”
pants.
“Oh, let’s.”
“I won’t.”
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“MAMA.”
world would stink, you could smell it. She’d be drunk and
crazy as Hathor and she wouldn’t care. And if you were the
alien, she’d want your ass, mother fucker. And she wouldn’t
eating, heartless whore who ate what she fucked. She was
face the frank and absolute fact that there was no meaning
to anything.
hand reached for her leg and finding it, ran down it like a
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“You may want to let this drop from your hands. There
cup of coffee.
her.
manners?”
moving rapidly in and out of her soap box. She was tilting
her ass toward me like some big Victorian mare. Her head
was thrown back, her chest staining pink, her lips turning
a dull, deep red and her eyes pivoting rapidly in her head
“Oh, you great big, darling man! Are you getting off?
Is your big, fat cheese maker bloated? Are you going off on
and wetter. I could hear her screams. She bit into my chest
“SOWDUSTAND!”
“MOVE UP!”
GAS TOGETHER.
SHOWSHOWSHOWSHOWSHOWSHOWSHOWSHOWSHOWSHOWSHOWSHOWSHOWSHOWSHO
SHOWSHOWSHOWSHOWSHOWSHOWSHOWSHOWSHOWSHOWSHOWSHOWSHOWSHOWSHO
REACH US AND BRIDE BOYS ARE TUCKING OVER THEIR GASTERS AND
WET CUSHIONS AND CRINKLED SEEING BAGS ARE BITING INTO THE
HAY JAW! HAY JAW! HAY JAW! HAY JAW! HAY JAW! HAY JAW!
OUT OF THE CONE INTO THE VAPOR AND THE SPACE AND THE
scab. I rubbed the dried blood off and let my eyes gently
over, the death swoon, its huge body, tailing back into the
darkness.
too were bound. I was lying on one of the long tables I had
seen when I first came in. The organ music became louder.
the organ music but the organ music continued. Then it too
diaphragm and push its foul gas out of me but my hands were
right word for it, for that is what it sounded like, tong-
talk. There were a lot of vowels and “l’s” and “r’s.” They
under the arched door and filled even my room. Heads were
going to roll and I knew whose head was going first. I felt
mercilessly.
break out of our skins and join. Then we met, the earth’s
* * * *
Murmurs
and
voices
and
the
hugging
rain,
the
thoughts
of
mongrel
guns
standing
silent,
avoiding,
just
avoiding
the
jungle’s
rust,
mothers
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scattered
with
children
in
profusion,
an
uncle
in
flaming
grass,
blind
man
scooping
hole
in
the
ground
with
his
face.
I am
above
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them
shooting
tracers
into
the
stark
afternoon
light.
Flies
are
crawling
on my
arms.
were fused and tiny. Her face was sheet white but strangely
relaxed.
“Fun, miss?”
“You pig.”
“Pig mam?”
through her briefly. She raised her head up. Something was
husband.
food flying from her mouth. Charlotte screamed back out the
to her.
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against them until they had white streaks. She took my head
same time. Her face was livid. I could feel her lips brush
she should have spread her weight over me, she focused it.
turned into some kind of jelly and she had become a wedge,
you know how I met her? I don’t know how I met her. I can’t
face and focused her weight to a finer edge. She cut into
motherfucker. From then on, I was with this woman night and
day. When the Police department found out about it, they
it?” You’re just like the rest of them. You think we’re
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crazy. You think we’re geeks, don’t you? You think we’re
least a full second before she landed next to me, her teeth
sang and I felt Christmas all over again. She began kissing
just like you, sucker, it tastes just like you.” She pushed
and cheeks were bulging with worm meat. “Don’t you remember
me? I’m the fat dog you finger-fucked in the back seat.”
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She giggled and the air coming between our lips made farty
told me that you were a race car driver.” She put her lips
“And I fell for it. But you didn’t like the smell of my
heaven. Even the movie management can’t get the air out. It
smells just like the big dive that it is, like the bitchin’
they can’t stand that. That’s why they keep throwing all
She brought her face close to mine. “You are like all
“No.”
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“Oh, the one marked Grenal Rad?” yes, I’ve tried that
one. It’s locked up. Can’t budge it. What is it, a bomb?
where you go, he’ll chase your fucking ass down. You’re
Nothing will stop him. We’re gonna eat up all your nasty
questions first.
going to have your baby. You don’t know what babies are
about. That’s right isn’t it? You don’t know about babies.
You know how to do it but you don’t know what it’s for? You
do it don’t you? You know how to do it? You know where the
passing out. I was just very sleepy. She had been hard on
me. She had been hard on me and I had been hard on her. We
other’s souls.
All the words had been merely heenks and honks of the
thought I felt her body hit mine but it was too far away. I
think perhaps the table crumbled but the wall I knew for
Sandusky, milling and moving. Fat and plump and skinny and
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short and wavy and dull and creepy and thrilled. Oh, so
many of them. Were they the prize? The prize of power? Was
it really the fun of popping them off that was the reward
for work well done? Yeah, you know, “pop em off,” blast
them in the guts and watch them “pop,” pop goes the weasel,
pop goes the chick who was just too cute for her own good,
pop em good, pop em slow, pop em hard, but pop em, pip em
keep them safe? For safe keeping? Protect the people and
beat them until the blood runs out of their eyes, slam them
them safe.
smiling gently.
you think?
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winking at her.
trace of alcohol.
shirt collar and swaying. “Does that mean the same thing as
“Notice what?”
and I hated her guts. She did look old as fucking hell, but
in the face when she swung her head. I looked into her eyes
and fixed into her retinas. Something cool came from them,
distant, present. She wasn’t old, she wasn’t young. She was
you.”
“Be happy.”
“Do you?”
kill you?”
and Charlotte’s cell. It was the same door that the sounds
had come from, but the other side of it wasn’t at all like
“Now you can see why I’m not worried about my safety.”
Charlotte said, “I’m the only one who knows my way out.”
lost.
room’s intent. Now this does not only mean the intention or
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babies being born now, nor have there been for several
much the kinds of rooms that are going to be taken next and
they paint them and rebuild them with the right similarity
what gives them that idea) and if they can develop some
old, lost rooms or have ones that are similar. You want to
have a room that looks fairly much like the one you lost.
heliports.
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the side of her face. The rooms were moving quickly by us.
I had been in rooms like this before. What had they called
those surgery room green sheets and someone was boring into
words, perhaps I was “out” at that very moment and all this
did they call it, “Coming New?” Then again, maybe I was
Frankenstein and now that they were done with me, they had
“Shredder.”
around a corner.
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“Shredder.”
mascara, her lips were candy apple red. She looked like a
“Shredder.”
was rot. I threw up on her cunt then fell face first down
Isn’t it too much for you? It’s where babies come from.
being milked!
with the ancient brick and the filler cement. The longish
door. A dull light seeped from under it. The place was
stopped and looked down the long corridor. Far down in the
was not Coming New. This was coming just the same way it
kamikaze.
They had frisked me. They had really had my ass. What pros!
The shops and stores were all open. It felt like seven
was being sold on the corner by an old man who looked like
windows. Even the side streets and the alleys were full of
left among them. They reacted but only after I had passed.
the jaw. He went down like a dead man. Behind him, his face
all bloody, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, was
Allen, the cop, the one who had led me to the subterranean
holding an envelope.
“And these.”
notebook.
articles.
together. You can’t dig into the ground deep enough. Do you
they knew that at last he would let them rest. He sat down
but they were empty. I had walked into the dark, downtown
side streets.
police car.
anymore and you just get out that old cane of yours and
walk down the ugliest streets in the city just like in the
old day.”
fire and the misery with all these people hiding in our old
places of power?”
Coming New.
The Black and White sped off among the buildings. The
Allen had given me. There was $320 in it and a small note
CONGRATULATIONS,
* * * *
When I came home I came home. There was the door and
numbers -21- written on it. The way the key fit into the
lock was good. The way it turned to the right and the door
snapped open was good. The darkness and the cigarette smoke
were good. The way the heat split the cold empire night was
good. The way my hand reached for the light switch was
good. The way the switch was so reachable was good. And it
was so good to feel the switch flip the room up into light
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(with the good, warm, ruffled bed and the black notebook
pulled the warming half gallon from under my arm when I sat
my uncle. That being the case, both were trapped in the now
Grant me not the changes you are going through, dad, uncle,
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heard the commercials. One was for Evil Cards, the kind for
lens. The man looked up, pushing his index finger against
speaking.
.............
......................... .
.......................
.............
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DIMENSION!
whispering.
burns.
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guy who came and left and who just got here, the
teleology?”
here.”
GET UP! YES, UP! Feel the rush of death upon you
is flight.”
here.”
you have saved your eyes for the last vision, but
a balloon.
them.”
sonofabitch!”
wall.
.
......... .........
.
....... . ........
. .
bucket of water...
I AM BEKIN
I AM BEKIN
I AM BEKIN
I AM BEKIN
lake.
corners.
I was standing.
cubicles.
home.”
late in coming.
brushed my teeth.
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such concepts.”
scarlet chain.
priesthood.”
and over and over and over and over and over
again...
...noise...shush...shush...shush...shush...
everywhere.”
me.
“After you.”
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his hands.
“Get up Twenty-one.”
sent me foreword.
Bone! Bone! Bone! Bone! Bone! Bone! Bone! Bone! Bone! Bone!
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undulation.
Bone! Bone! Bone! Bone! Bone! Bone! Bone! Bone! Bone! Bone!
charged at them.
O..o.o.o..o....o.o.o
...o.o..o..o.o..o..o..
o..o...o.o...o..o.o...
...o.o.o...o..o.o.o...
The television blanked out and the room went with it. I
“Major Shredder?”
“Yes?” I murmured.
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that at all. Perhaps it was the prime mover and the (God
over the night before I got lost among the Houses. Millie and
had I? I had escaped from the jail, if you could call what I
had done an escape, but I was out, wasn’t I? Or was the Rumble
House Motel just an annex? “Ustad Isa?” Where had I heard that
“WE WILL KEEP YOU POSTED AND SEND YOU MONEY. EVERYDAY THE
SANDUSKY.” At least the Military had kept its word, but was it
why I couldn’t see them and maybe that’s why they couldn’t see
me. They were certainly sloppy about it, what with their
“Bekin?” Who the fuck was Bekin with such a tasteless, murky,
just about the only way you could get out of Sandusky. Just
then the lights and the television came on. I opened the
showing just for me and was streaming from the motel office.
.
....... . .......
.
said.
mortis.”
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out.
water.
see.”
“That’s Push-Pull.
“What’s that?”
of fire!”
hole.”
I couldn’t answer.
magnetism.
Switch.”
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said to me wordlessly.
yelled.
above me brightened.
was time and there was a woman and all of the people
hills.
“Listen...”
chest.”
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him. I’ll let him fuck me in the butt and I’ll lick
MAMA.
He began sobbing.
shadowy wall!”
pure,” he crooned.
and I don’t know how you got to the third level, but
ventriloquist.
moaned.
and I know that you have slept with HIM. You have
his face from the horse’s ass and now was parading
there.”
tweinen, twegen. But two, but TWO, the most real two
backing up.
space.”
legs.
two with her key and dagger and torch and LATCH!
after him.
dark and silent. I must have fallen asleep. I reached for the
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* * * *
I had made it. I was back up North. And I had been witness to
being without mind, without soul? Fuck the soul. What soul?
the mind was nothing but static. Static making static. Static
its fist again, drawing all of it’s sparks back, back into
host.
“Ten thirty.”
hard.”
“You don’t say? Well, perhaps you’re right. You know, I’m
“Well, Major, you can come into the house if you like but
you say?”
could see a lip of flesh hanging from her arm pit (to suck
my face and stare at the sun!) I reached out into the rain
“Excuse me?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Why not?”
her.
“Yes.”
GRENAL RAD.
that) strewn about the room in little rabbit heaps. THE BLACK
it. It was one of those German kinds, pages with little blue
LABORATORY NOTEBOOK
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dried sweat. Except for the ID pad it was black, black with
that fast aging black synthetic paper leather. The edges were
worn and frayed. The spine was torn away as if someone had
been picking at it. The cover was soft and absorbent. There
I opened it.
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had written in them and later had tried to make them legible.
“I
h
ad
sur
passed
my
I
ha d
ur
s
pp assed m
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m
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Chablis, Zinfandel.
“Major Shredder?”
“Major Shredder?”
lids snapping.
“Major Shredder?”
“Yes, soon.”
“A few, a few.”
“Five or six?”
“Yes, sir.”
morning?”
He’ll be frantic.”
on the right track. He’ll bury his face in his hands and
the pop of the can. You’ll hear a silence. You’ll hear him
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shuffle off into the kitchen. You’ll hear him pad back to
open the beer. You’ll hear the gulping and the release of
feel but he will be having them and you will know them
you one of these days no how. Maybe tomorrow for the bottle
“Don’t worry about when I leave. I’ll give you enough money
That’s just enough time for you to get out of here or get
him out of the way. You don’t know how much can change in
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six weeks. You don’t know where I’ve been. In any case, I
thank you.”
empty eyes, like some twenty’s starlet. Then she went hard,
good night.”
“Yes.”
after it, suds all over the floor, sliding, I hit a bottle
pop, the mush of roach guts and all those little furry
out.
--double=bind=double=bind--
Grenal Rad
...........................................................
...................................
“He’s not really saying anything.”
“Like an angry child, right?’
“Precisely.”
“Nothing surprising.”
“They seldom are.”
.....................
.................
....... “All of them” .......
.................
..................................
“Good, we got a rise out of him.”
“Yes, now, he’s in motion.”
“Watch him follow the steps.”
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...............................
“That’s his child speaking.”
“No, I don’t think that’s fear.”
“Good, then he’s half way
through.”
...............................
They’re not running tests on me, are they? How could they?
I’ve known them since...since...when?
.....................................
“You were right, he is in sequence.”
.....................................
........................
“Then that is it?”
“Yes, that is fear.”
........................
........................
“Fear of what, Bekin?”
........................
Fear of Nothing.
.......................
“What does that mean?”
.......................
I don’t know...yet.
..........................................
“There, that’s the last one, withdrawal.”
..........................................
I am...
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I am...
.............................
“He doesn’t know who he is.”
.............................
Bekin.
..............
Who is Bekin?
........................
Static. No
cause, no
effect.
................
Electronic fog?
................
Yes,
everywhere at once,
no where in particular,
but moving...
..........................
“In a certain direction?”
..........................
Yes.
....................................................
“But how can that be, there’s no where to go?”
“And if there were somewhere to go who would want to go
to such a place? Stasis, Bekin, stasis.”
“Yes, you’re talking entropy, brow out, symmetry.”
.....................................................
No, it is Home.
.......
“Home?”
......
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“Recontraction, Bekin, recontraction, unit.,
pulling fingers into fist.
It’s the same old thing, Scout.”
..........................................
....................
“I can’t remember.”
“I can’t either.”
....................
.............................
“So, you’re saying...?
“...That we’re taking on...”
.............................
Human form.
.............................
me, a face one minute, a bloody fist the next! Get me outta
dance? This building. Here. Creep slowly now across the floor
whole body, a kind of itching. I can feel it, the full measure
smug nifty little maggots. I can smell the rancid belly flop!
.............................
black notebook. It had that “end of the road” feel. Where had
And then Coming New and the Shift. I was in the same Sandusky
possible!
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town.
toward them.
ceiling. I stepped down on his thigh and broke the chair with
him.
lone soldier. Now give me a corner will you. I need to get out
“You can throw your mark at any of them, just smile, know
how to roll and get in. Take an iron bar, not just for their
automatic locks. Those babes get hungry out there. Just talk a
lot, they need company. Some of them don’t get out of their
rigs for months, feet ‘em right in the cab, got the RAD,
washed suits, and soft beds, every once in a while, they send
the road. A real catch. If you get a Betsy, let ‘er stroke you
but don’t cab wiff ‘er, she’ll coot you out and claim the law,
which ain’t much these days, but on the road it’s solid. The
road’s been goin’ all through the war. They’re gonna drive the
oil right off the road and that’s the way they want to go
until it all goes dry, ‘cuz a cooted Betsy is in for keeps and
she knows it. She’s got everything she needs to keep movin’.
* * * *
NORTH
and moved along the edge of the fence. The rain began
boys had told me. The water steamed on the road sending a
and see it, take it in, think dark fearsome thoughts, make
constantly moving, the deep red cab lights dark above the
after them and the decay of their horns like buoys set
been warned. Don’t let Betsy get the edge on you. The Rig
trailer passed me and the cab appeared above me. The truck
was the Betsy. The Rig began moving even before the door
the Worm and then to the cabby who caught your specks
into the circuit. You play fair and I’ll play fair. Come in
with your skin, no hocus pocus, take your clothes off and
slid open.
closed. The light went out and the elevator sped up the
open.
joints.”
“North,” I said.
top.”
grinning at her.
still lay ahead, and beyond that the unknown city, Qxneon.
It was still moist here, warm; yet the hills had the
at her large dark eyes and thick black eye lashes, her full
lips, the blush of color on her cheeks and her huge body.
long.”
the Dragon.”
“Dragon?”
highway.”
“Got the Loki for that, but the rest of the time I
“A what?”
stars and quasars. I move up the silences and work the rig
brows.
voice.
“A what?” I asked.
“Number one, I’m top runner. A Betsy, but I’m not like
those skinny gargoyles that run the lower 48. This is the
no room for hanky panky. There’s only time for bitch heat
and mud. When we hit the Stratus Calmus we’re in the belly
force of a shot gun, but this rig will move through.” She
you, but for me, it is the day my father and mother died in
and meet the Knife Fog of the Lower Region. I was born in a
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rig. I’ve only touched the earth once in my life, the day
was thrown out of the rig and onto the planet. I was found
don’t care who you are. I’m a black cap. You got it, a
flier. I’m the head of the fleet. I’m 82 years old and I
can hear a dime hit the grass a mile away in a hail storm.
I watched her every move. She had not turned from the
window, had not raised her voice. Everything had been calm
and clear.
“Yes.”
“To bed?”
while.
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engines.
I dreamed.
have it. It’s killing me. I’ve got to have it. I don’t want
to got to have it but I’ve got to have it. I twist and rub
barrel.”
windows, the doors, the halls, the stairs, the lobby, the
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I’ll send you messages. You can read them at least. It will
bed.
silver bunk.
you enter the cabin,” the voice said from the little squawk
dehydrated hot-dogs.
skinny. So, the Betsy had a Duce, a Breeder Boy, but to let
“You haven’t.”
“Oh.”
He handed me a letter.
everything.”
Dear Shredder,
sure Ted will give you his. Ted and I are a single entity.
it will think like the man named Ted. And for all intents
traveler. Many have passed here since the New Coming, few
have arrived afoot, most came as the Dead and all without
the morning there will be the man before you now. And all
you to do.
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Emily.
asked.
you to do.”
* * * *
blue ice direct from the fields of the North lay just
real but touched the glass of the screen instead. More than
longed for the old days of the spear and the rock.
screen.
little power and thus little heat. It had been known since
were rare and brittle). Ice was the demise of heat. Ice was
years and the Eskimos knew it. They could take the eternal
line horn. I jumped from the bunk and ran for the door,
thinking that something might have gone wrong with the rig,
across the room they were only a few inches from my face.
xxxxxxxxxxxESKIMO BRDCSTNTWRKxxxxxxxxxxxx
life form
life form
go back!
We have run out of date.
C A U T I O N
NEW COMING=GHOSTS AWARE OF YOU
alien force
BEWARE
max craving
max suffering
(stellar mode=drain/burn)
no survivors
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxGHOST PLANETxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxMAMA IS LOOSExxxxxxxxxx
(M.A. X 2 = MAMA)
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Just what I needed, they were all fucking stir crazy, even
out of sync; a little too slow or a little too fast with the
wasn’t any MAMA? Perhaps the whole world was being run by
Mother Goose. Shit, I had never known who the real leaders
were. There were only the spot wars between players, nothing
didn’t even know when it had begun. Why not try again?
pass out and wake up at four a.m. when everybody is dying and
this in stride? Because that was the way things were. What
choice was there? I laid back and thought about the situation.
The RAD continued to flip its static bars a few inches in front
cord?”
body and connect with him. What if I connected with him? What
tenuously for the bottle. There was only the present, only the
signals.
give you signal-synergy. I know you, you know me, we’re just a
couple of guys.”
X XX X XX X XX X BEKIN X XX X XX X XX X
XX X XX X XX GIVE ME THE SIGNAL XX X XX X XX
Bekin? Who was Bekin? I rolled out of the bunk and went to
wine stains. In fact, I was in the very same place I always was
staggered back to the bunk and fell toward the comely curve of
about the contact. I could feel the hum of the rig. It made me
feel cozy and warm. I looked up from the floor at the bunk. Its
up and tumbled onto the bunk. The RAD still blinked its message
the stained, weathered pages toward the RAD. The RAD blinked,
and disappeared. One after another bar after bar rolled up with
XX BEKIN XX
XX BEKIN XX
XX BEKIN XX
XX BEKIN XX
XX BEKIN XX
crippled, the rich (who had left the screen to wend its way
The RAD fairly gulped the pages spread before it. Then it
grabbed the RAD then fell back onto the bunk. I was sweating.
the rest of its contents down. Empty. The bottle was empty! And
taken my brain by verbal pincers and hot wired it. But I was
go, I would like to ask you to pray for the chapel out-reach
this week.” Formica music, and the music for the dying elderly
* * * *
rubbed my face.
One more late time and your out in the wilderness and
“All right,” Ted said, never taking his eyes from the
explosively delicate.”
something.”
do with it. If it were left up to me, I’d kick your ass off
this rig.”
this rig.”
him aloft. The rig kept moving down the Dragon on its own.
his body entirely from the seat again. I raised him up and
amputated spider.
him to me.
his ear. “Are you going to go down brave and silent, or are
room like a blocking dummy. He hit the wall and slid down
to the floor and slid toward him like a base runner and
This was the third stage, like the second time a hand
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to his ear.
his ear.
him against the wall. Something inside of him caved in, not
admired this man. I sat down across from him, Indian legged
breath. “You like the big boy in you until you lose. Then
you crumble and whine and push yourself until you throw
Listen, last night I tuned into the RAD and got some Eskimo
He pulled his arms in, the broken blasters hanging from his
efficiency.
in your time. They are for ghosts, but not the ones
like a big baby and get to work. Earn your keep. Nobody
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climbed to the top of the boxes and looked out on the field
the jungles of the warm planet Qwargia, the humans who were
electricity.
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what time it was. With the memory came the longing, fresh,
the ripples of my avid body. What did I care what they had
WHO DID YOU THINK YOU WERE? BEKIN WAS THE RABBIT’S PELT,
BEKIN WAS THE BULLET KILLING SOME LITTLE BUNNY’S MOMMY AND
DADDY, BEKIN WAS THE HUNTER’S EYE, AIMING, BEKIN WAS THE
master.
Emily who seemed more friendly that Ted toward me. It was
watched the light of day come and go. That night I returned
sitting there.
ODE TO A SKYLARK
by
Major Charles Shredder
m.
Shrimp boats are a comin
There sails are in sight.
Shrimp boats are a comin,
There’s dancin tonight.
and the notebook and wiped myself off. I grabbed the bottle
Havana seed. I put the cigar into the ashtray and tilted
stinging nettles. What was this stuff? This was not going
Some one was playing a nasty trick here, Tantalus and the
threw the box of cigars against the wall and smashed the
and I rolled into the hall. The door shut behind me. I
door open, then stepped out of the way. Through the open
door I could see the light of the RAD blinking. The gas, or
“Bekin/Shredder”
“Bekin/Shredder”
“Bekin/Shredder”
“Bekin/Shredder...”
it inhabited.
How do you get a body through a steel door? Out of the body
The question was, why the fuck were they doing this to
wanted to be. The dimly lit bay was filled with large
the ones on the fortieth floor. Whose shift was it? Oh yes,
bit of that computer tape away and see what was in the
since I came into the bay. The tapes had heat sensors in
Dear Emily
Thank you for the booze and the smokes. They just
don’t seem to sit well with me any more. Since I can’t
sleep, I decided to start to educate your computer...
that it had never been built. It had always been here, even
channels.
perhaps sweet Emily would fry me. It was all in the cards.
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the lid from the three sides of the box and pulled it
slit the sides of the box and they fell away. A stone, a
S
h SCOUT
r . B
Bekin......... . ..........Shredder
d . k
d This is Ustad Isa i
e K n
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e
p
Counter u Still lost
in
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SENSORS h Radios!
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big black ice cubes, but they weren’t melting and there
nerve endings. My hand was getting the idea that the idiot
stuff it was going to eat his mind up, not his hand. Rather
threw the blob against the cube and it stuck there, going
t
h
a you SHREDDER
n
k
cube. The material of the cube itself was very dense and
grabbed the handle and tried to pull the knife free but it
-BEKIN-
Check it.
get together,
girls and girls and boys and boys and girls and
boys.
Still can’t.”
what all this garbage meant but I knew one thing for sure, I
wasn’t safe here. When the world begins to move towards you
You meet strangers who think they recognize you. You have
intimate encounters with them even though you don’t want to.
Trucks nearly hit you. Doors slam in your face. Holes open
Birds fly into your windows. The color red keeps popping up
around every corner. Your mind goes on the skids. No, no,
simply too much attention was being paid to me. It meant one
What
the
fuck going on?
Is
Alien
moving
NORTH
for
re-contact
Is en route--Black Tortoise.
Also, Radios.
The message sank into the cube and new letters appeared.
We the
are RADIOS.
“Who is Bekin?”
You r Bekin.
had said it. The Rad had said it. But WHO was Bekin? Bekin
the solace of a new identity, Bekin, the alien. Yes, that was
it, the “Blue Monkey” principle. “I’ll let you go free if you
yes, Bekin.
-------Qxneon ......
-------The S.y.n.t.h.e.s.i.z.e.r.
====The===way====HOME====.
there. I’ll ride this rig to the Top and just at the last
moment I’ll pop outta here. I don’t care who you clowns are,
* * * *
the toxic fumes had cleared. I threw the bottle and the
Finally, I slept.
was up. I joked with Emily who was gradually unfreezing the
even the hum of the Rig, a silence clearly earlier than the
heart of man, which made the hum of the Rig all the more
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there. As far as the eye can see, no one, and beyond that
“Why?”
moved out.”
“Moved North?”
“Yes, to Qxneon.”
black of the forest, the cool crystal sky, the empty road,
and that it might just take off after that for which it
me that this was what it had been yearning for, and then
galaxies without MAMA. And MAMA? Where had she gone? Gone
up the ass of space? Gone with the Military? Maybe she was
don’t think I can take it? Well, I’d like to see you guys
old love stories, and court cases with ancient soupy music
in black and white, but each morning I would wake up, tuck
place. You ought to get some sleep, man. There’s not that
“A message?”
“From my who?”
Dear Son,
Love,
Mother.
TED: Soon.
me.
*********************
DON’T GO SHREDDER
DON’T GO SHREDDER
*********************
**********************
BEKIN, WE NEED YOU
BEKIN, WE NEED YOU
**********************
x COME HOME x
x COME HOME x
x COME HOME x
COME HOME
x x
Hard days. Can feel the hard days. Sometimes think I’m
breaking. No overt torture, invisible. Forest growing
thicker. Air crisper, but inside, smog. Can’t see.
Coming up from the Inside. Unable to break loose.
Sense danger. Received letter said to be from my
“mother” today. Perhaps a message from the Military.
If so, can’t figure out code. Again, could be Time
Channels, but don’t know if there really are any Time
Channels. Could just be a gas or something in the
food. Maybe radiation from the RAD. Perhaps implant in
brain. Ted and Emily could be playing tricks to pass
the “time”. Ecto-graph taken, i.e. somebody took a
picture of my ghost, viz. Ted, cutting me down--
message delivered = astral-burn. Just don’t let the
skin peal. RAD on and off day and night all by itself.
Think I’m understanding something its saying. Perhaps
meaningful hallucination. xxxxxxxxxthe dead are
comeingxxxxxxxxxDon’t like that at all. My corpse, my
nose grown bony with death, mouth gaping, eyeballs
askew. Embarrassing. I’m going to go to sleep.
thick water.
little more haze but not windy, it’s not windy out
be colder.
that animal.
you apart.
from them!
give of our humanity in order to have it. Now that you are
you go? Into one of those forests? You won’t find silence
and you’ll feel the years mount, weighing you down like so
was afraid, I was afraid that that same temper that had
living on, amidst the guilt and the shame, of having been
not even acid. Time? Pine trees in the distant blue sky,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
BREAK THROUGH
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Great Mother
or the
Great Father
or the
Elders
or the
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Prophets
or the
Keepers
or the
Saints
or the Mountains
or the
Rivers
or the
mud banks
or the
or the
killing
themselves
even in their
seeing
EVERYTHING.
This
Open
Mind
ever
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
playing with
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
kis
sing
like Job.
truth
open
truth
here!
daylight.
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* * * *
“Chuck?”
wailing martyrs.
his skin?
Ghost?”
“You don’t know me. Get your hands down. Get that
Or was it my God?
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his chair. What are you talking about, Ted? It’s always
fuel water, the kind you keep in a tank away from all light
The eye. The eye. The eye. Then I felt heat enter my
that? Soup? Broth? Bullion, but bitter and tart and at the
“Whose snot?”
elocution.
was Ted sitting across from me, legs intact and a most
of Ka’Ba.”
the bunk.
“So to speak.”
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out from it. It was the face of an old man, a white old
ghost. I bent closer and examined the image. No, the face
was not that of an old man. Quite the contrary, it was the
the top of my head and again there was the same silken
“I’m beautiful!”
here in the time channels all is repaired, and you have the
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youth you left behind. Even now at, what is it, Charlie,
forty-eight?”
Jesus.”
“Young who?”
“Celebration?”
“And Emily?”
40.”
more hell?”
the channels bring you high, high winds and high, clear,
do.”
air rushed in. I felt on the verge of black out and began
knees gave and I fell, ass first to the floor. A hot vapor
floor with such force that it lifted me into the air and
sat at a small table. A seat was next to it. The land had
changed. The trees had given way to vast open country. The
patches of scrub grass. The sky hung low with silver gray
cloud blades running into the dusky horizon. Here and there
“Ravens.”
“Ravens?”
me.”
skin had become pink and his eyes, his eyes had changed
wonderful. Look out there. You can’t see them yet, but
“Yes, but don’t let that worry you, right now. Right
thing. Not even I have ever seen it. Look out there. What
do you see?”
flying. The sky is gray, the clouds are amorphous. The view
is hazy.”
watch those birds forever and they will never leave the
ground. The clouds will never change. The air will always
I looked at Ted.
don’t have the slightest idea what the fuck it all means.
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code?”
“Don’t confuse the map with the real thing, Chuck” Ted
immediate.”
childish.”
the first time that mind, any mind, its mind, cannot be
hurt and yet knows that it has been hurt and yet knows that
Shredder?”
all have only one center, the same center, no matter where
Jesus boy. Now this is very crazy, my friend, but bear with
fallen into the Center and that which hasn’t fallen into
the Center, the living and the dead. Well, because there is
THIS and THAT there is MAMA and the PLANETS. A good name
MAMA is the bio wave, the life zone, the tide pool, the
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are many MAMAS. MAMAS have no bodies. But they need bodies
to work with, they need to tie the knot around the lesions
Centers. So, you have the center of the stuff, MAMA, and
matter, you and me and the birds. MAMAS and Planets are not
mind, not lower case, just mind, that latter day potential
that makes anything IT the IT maker It, the Run Away and
the Brain Machine People, you, me, the Devil, all of us and
and The Planet and it’s not good. Somehow something has
anyone concerned.”
the world. Then again, she may have just gone sour on the
place or just didn’t get along with the Planet. In any case
He laughed.
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on the run. It was all code. With time I would break it.
part you don’t remember mopped the halls and kept the
space and when you were done you not only intercepted and
one had done that before. It has even been theorized that
the Eskimos had all died out and that they were sending
with no one at the other end. The Eskimos have not been
seen for many years now. It was not known if they still
Transpiration.”
no one I know has ever seen that I know of. I have no power
during that time. If you wanted to, you take over the Rig,
supplant both Emily and me and become what few ever become,
eternity.”
“Emily what?”
You could become her Breeder but I don’t think that is your
have become what you are now, a young, beautiful Lord. No,
something with you, and this is the most I can share. When
gravity.
suck his cock and swallow his balls, I wanted his sperm in
Yes, the living fluid was singing the most beautiful song,
it, muscle and mucous and blood was at that exact moment
him doing it. Gradually I watched the sphere empty into our
bodies until there was only the lines, becoming one, one
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His eyes were moist and clear, his hands, rough and
warm.
Dragon.
laid his head back against the neck rest, took a deep
a deep breath and held it, then slowly let it go. “Do you
“We’re silence.”
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red and bloated, his eye lids flew open, his eyes bugged
of involuntary information.
hurry...hurry...H..hurry...Ho...ho...ho...”
reached over and touched his face. It was soft and powdery.
“You’ve changed.”
form, his clothes, his skin, his hair, fell away from her.
wrapped her arms and legs around me. Her hands cunningly
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exploded but even before I was spent her finger sought the
between her ass, the rose bud of her anus, drinking her,
again I was burning stone. Oh, my God, Emily who were you
eyes again...
bury it in my womb.”
brimmed with lust. And again, she sucked the living fluids
hours and the road swept by us. Darkness seeped into the
sky. And by the soft red glow of cabin light I wept my way
saw my people and she saw hers. I was the sower. She was
the reaper. Horse and earth, wind and sail, knife and
stopped.
remained formal.
from the hills in waves. I saw the end of the world. The
wind, the rolling, singing sand. Gone. Gone. Her blood was
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on my side. The blue robe with the tiny school bells on its
hem lay on the floor and all that had transpired the night
was only some way to tell the time. I wondered if, in fact,
former selves.
under and under into the depths of “down time,” nor the
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fucked the Planet! I knew it. I could smell its wet stamen
they dipped into the till? Had they “up there,” my captors,
shared fluid with the booty? What was a little oil swapping
dream cream.
for atrophy (who knew how long I had been in this bunk?). I
turned my head and surveyed the room what was this place?
How did I know it was 64 stories tall? How could that be?
sudden outland, some beer can dead soldier land where they
death itself. No, death was not so bad, no, not so bad, it
The door slid open. The light of the open road washed
for the driver’s throne was empty. I called Ted’s name but
wonder Ted and Emily never left this seat. Where were Ted
glass, just sky and pine and stone. As the light shifted
waning hope for Emily’s shift, but as the light passed and
the road wound on, the cabin remained empty. No 300 pound
there in the late afternoon, that Ted and Emily had only
captor had been and still was, the Rig itself, the Black
fresh air.
the top of the hatch and found the hatch key, pulled it up
and out of the hatch body and flung the hatch cover over my
dress.
a few slits where light and the cold crisp air whistled in.
began to revolve with it. The wind got louder. I could feel
the wall.
of sight with the tree tops. Instead there was only space
a tremendous speed.
wall and the pinning wind and grabbed onto the sides of the
peered over the edge. The sight was truly awesome. I had
assertions about the Rig’s size. How wrong I had been. The
for above the trees, the sun was beginning to edge its way
bit of body heat and shake off the numbing atmosphere. The
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over its lip at more than a hundred miles an hour. The wail
grabbed the grip bars and pulled myself into the gale and
body fit perfectly into it. There were straps hanging from
The mountains loomed above me. Beyond them I could see yet
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distance.
into the loops and pulled down. The platform shuddered. The
about and then went dead as the South came into view, the
Dragon’s Tail.
became flat and shiny and synthetic with red and honey-
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towns, red towns, army brown towns, dead, stock still and
bloated. This was the shit end of the Dragon, where all the
scum skrit went, this 3-D Xerox. Little wonder the North
from the towns, and the cities, and the smog. The tiny
the South and caught one last glimpse of the cities as the
but bolt blue, the glaze jelly of dead eyes. The wind blew
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North again? I knew there was no North going that way, only
The clouds and the trees had grown dark and beautiful, the
East in Everlight.
a way to get back into the Rig I would arrive in the Fabled
sky had sent infesting rays into the skin of the trailer
blisters.
I knew once and for all that I had to get off this
gingerly work my way down the mast into the access channel
and get back into the main cabin. I reached for the straps
and almost fell into black out. I flung myself back against
knee joints.
Near one end of the groove was a button. I dug my feet into
cable pulley and at the same time pushed the button and
quickly joined one hand with another around the hook at the
them again. They shifted their eyes toward me. Brown eyes,
blue eyes, green eyes with dreamy hunger. What had the RAD
said?
XXXXXXXXGHOST PLANETXXXXXXXX
phasing the shift between the imagined and the actual with
the trailer was aglow with a gay array of lights. Far ahead
no, a pickled, dead body that could look back at you, the
kind of body that might jump up and grab you by the nose.
looking at me. The glass was steamy and beaded, not from
at soldier force, blowing his nose off, his moth off, his
face off, ether wind blowing the green from the leaves,
through the glass and tore his eyes away. He heard me gasp
of the Rig and picked my way through them. They were, after
folks, ol’ Major Shredder will get you there. We’ll all
Tortoise?
get one final glance at the faces. They were gone! The
the big room was broken down into a separate part forming a
* * * *
looked out on the empty Dragon. Dawn had not yet broken and
didn’t show the slightest sign that it would. How long had
iced. Perhaps the Eskimos could tell me. After all I had
of the cabin.
saying it at once.
the Radios when they arrive in Qxneon. The radios are the
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time, Ustad Isa will get them instead of you. It’s the
mind, the Qxneons have similar organs. Your ears are the
cannot live in dead men’s eyes long. Everyday more and more
eyes are drying up. We cannot go with MAMA and the ghosts.
We have to stop her. Once you lose your MAMA you can’t get
her back. We won’t be any bother. You won’t even notice us,
to your falling. Just after the cold sweat, just before the
certain knowledge, i.e. just before you know you are going
You’ll feel it coming on, blowing you away with little air
jets. Then you will see us speeding out of you in the par
now.”
us with it.”
“Immediately.”
permission.”
“Then it won’t.”
She laughed.
gang?”
crackling.
of electricity.
the shine on their eyes. Don’t you see, they were ghosts.
There is no one driving the Rig. There never has been. The
matter. The question is can you come out of the set and
soothsayer,” I said.
acknowledgment.
I’m really not into breeding for the fun of it,” she said
what that means? It means there won’t be any life any more,
not one part of it. There won’t even be any ghosts. We’ll
be any trouble.”
follow me around.”
I listened.
is pulling the first man over the snow toward the ice
with us.” Ted and Emily are coming, but both at the
a cobweb of sound.
death. These are the ghosts. We are the free race, the
with you.”
other. Let’s get guns and blow each other’s legs off. What
invention?”
got some for MAMA and we got some for us, a lot. All you
is complete.”
you noticed; the world has gone crazy? Besides, your powers
dwarf ours, you know that you can eject us anytime you
“Yes.”
a mighty army.”
Yes.
I fell asleep.
her ass.
the stairway all the way to the top and look out at
windshield.
the gate arm was down. The toll booth was far below
toll gate blinked. The Dragon was wet and hash marks
there.”
the toll bar lifted. The Rig was moving again, but I
sign.
and the vacuum set in. It was like a cold wind making
the rocks. Gonna catch yuh, gonna find yuh, gonna pull
and head back into the wilds and set up camp? Were
what they were. They were the shrouds of all the dead
“It’s a Spook!”
ground.
“Yeah!”
“Burn it.”
“Burn it?”
often.”
light became.
And then there was Bekin. That’s who was really left:”
fit into the walls. A single gas light burned from the
There was something dry and clean about it, too clean,
were blue and pink with little gold and black stripes.
night.
when the chick broke out. Was she really out there,
waiting for me? MAMA, head lights in the dark, the Big
death.”
by the light.
surely dead. There was no air. One could feel it, the
What was time now, back there? The door was closed,
but for the foot prints of flash and memory. And what