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Friday, March 17, 2006

ok folks, as promised today i shall reveal the last chapter. and it coincides with the hols ending. how appropriete. here it goes:


Chapter 11: Under It All
The townspeople were astonished to see this massive formation that made no structural sense, but somehow seemed to be alive. The mesmerizing stranger from the night before stood at the door witha frozen look of A Perfect Balance of All Emotions on his face.
A pattern of turbulent shards of fire, water and earth took form in the words above the door, and in various langurages known and unknown, those words spelt out "Under It All."
They were all cordially invited in by the caretaker, who was the stranger from the night before.
As if the linearity of time dissolved around them, the face of the caretaker appeared in their single eye, and they were floated through the doors into "Under It All."

Prayers:
JOEY BRIDER: Now i lay me down to sleep and pray the Lord to be with all the people that have nobody. I want my mommy to come back.
SISTER RUBY THERESA: Oh, might Father who is within, I beg you for your mercy. Please save me from this guilt and pain that has stolen my life.
MARIA HENDRIX: All I ever wanted was someone to love me. That's all I ever wanted. All I want is someone to love me.
GUZZO SOCKLER: Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed by Thy money. Thy kingdom come... money. Thy will be done... money, on Earth as it is in money. Give us this day our daily money... and forgive us our money, as we forgive those who money against us. And lead us into money.
EVE PETERSON: Gllpplupp--hmmsgulpplvgud--ohhhhaabawewglaba--hmmmmmm, hmmmm--agullgullg, etc.
JOEY BRIDER: Hi, my name is Joey Brider, and when I grow up i wanna be a doctor. But what I don't know is that I'm acutally going to discover the cure for loneliness.
SISTER RUBY THERESA: I'm Sister Ruby Theresa, and I've spent my life caring for the poor and the sick. I've saved so many, but accidentally killed my baby brother when I was seven.
MARIA HENDRIX: I was 12 when I told my parents that my teacher touched me. He lost his job and family and died in prison. Then, when I was 35, I told the truth.
GUZZO SOCKLER: I have a beautiful wife, three amazing daughters that love me very deeply, but what I would like most in this world is Bill Gates' money.
MICHAEL NEMUS: I never thought that anything I could ever say could hurt someone so deeply.
SISTER RUBY THERESA: God gave the gift of artists to the world, so that people can dream while they're awake.
JOEY BRIDER: I'm alive and I'm aware!
MARIA HENDRIX: I'm... only happy when... everyone else is miserable.
MICHAEL NEMUS: I'm going to tell you the Truth, even if i have to lie to you.
GUZZO SOCKLER: I'm dead.
SISTER RUBY THERESA: I would suffer another whole lifetime of emptiness and pain jus to hear, one last time again, the whisper of Your small, still voice.
GUZZO SOCKLER: Now you listen to me you dirty mutha-fugler. You don't know me, and now you fuglin did it. Now come here... *Bang!!!*
PRESIDENT AUSI OAK (U.S.): It is time we stand up for our human rights and our way of life and destroy our enemy, for they are souless animals and the corrupters of freedom. I take an oath to hunt them down and root them out and kill them until they are dead. We will not give up the fight until righteousness prevails, for it is for sure that God is on Our side
BIN LENNY (THEM): The time has come that we mus protect our souls and the future of our kind by annihilating the infidels; it is our duty to the creator to cleanse the world of such filth. Let us gloriously offer our lives, for the rewards of heaven await us, for it is sure the God is on Our side.

Pamposh's final question before drifting into a state of transcendent ecstasy was, "But Master, if everything is an illusion, then why does anything matter?" To which the master replied, "It may all be an illusion, but it's a very real illusion."

THE END


Notes:
THE PALACE: Somewhere in midwestern Wherever-You-Live
CAST OF CHARACTERS AT THIS TIME: Captain Drake Mason, Pamposh, The pubescent angst-driven teens: Dirty Ed, Jarv, Un, PH, Wedge, Loaner, Cha Cha, Ovalthawlt and the rest, Eve Peterson, The Midway Creatures, Lucus Mason (K'm-Pee-Doo-Wee), Seraphim, Buddy Graham (Yai Yai), The Wirling Dervish, Joey Brider, Sister Ruby Theresa, Maria Hendrix, Guzzo Sockler, Michael Nemus, President Ausi Oak, Bin Lenny

and folks, a gentle reminder: although this is the last chapter, it's not the end, but only a transition, for it is truly the first part of a multilayered menagerie of vignettes based on the amplified mental exaggerations of a truth-seeking madman who sees the world... Oh, never mind.

now I shall leave you in peace. close your eyes and I'll start counting from 1 to 10, and you will slowly drift off to that place, where all these happened. remember, it's all buried deep, deep within, somewhere in the abyss of your mind, let it come to you... 1... 2... ,etc.

by yourstruly, LIX


{/4:45 AM}
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