Chapter 1
My name is Mountain. I have seen things in my life I can barely understand. I have understanding of things I barely know. I am a folk singer and poet and have read stories covered by the government. Stories held against our will for the sake of protectionist politicians and Generals.
I was born in 1959 and made my living out of tale and song. Now the tale I’m about to tell you is like taking a torn photograph in millions of shades that I will try to put together so you may be better able to understand what happens to hero’s and heroines.
I’ve experimented with chemicals and my mind is not the same it once was. I have resisted the law and temptation and have paid my price. I have seen the fire dance and the stars form from plains far gone and forlorn. I have danced with strippers at the break of dawn and saw god touch the tide with his eyes. My visions are my own and hold them close to my soul. My heart still yearns for love and touch of a human hand once held by me. In goddess, maiden or ghost form.
I exist only in the songs I sing and the world’s I poetically dream off the cliffs of the ethereal reach. You choose to listen, you choose to laugh like the lady singing, rocking soulfully in my breath. I have sang songs to the stars and angels above but the tale I’m about to tell you brings me closer to solace than any other poetical form I have intended to reach.
Chapter 2
In the height of the cold war there were soldiers, saints and sinners. Propaganda filled the TV news and the houses of parliament. People understood what they were told and forgot what they understood. The Pet Shop boys blared through the radio and Cyndi sang Time after Time. The goonies were good enough and Ralph kept it all under his hat.
The lost palace of Hollywood echoed with the laughs of stars to be and poets of the past left rhyme and memory on the bathroom stalls of Hollywood. I would walk in the halls of the lost palace of Hollywood and listen to the stories of travelers, songsters and pranksters. Nothing was real and real was nothing.
Paranoia rocked modern media and man continued to pray to the neon gods submerged in commercial art. Pop and road signs propelled the underground and man mowed his lawn under the eyes of the government, FBI and Propaganda.
The lost palace of Hollywood was the exception. Bordering on found and lost the poets would pray and the strippers would dance. Cocaine was shipped and LSD zipped in plastic bottles. The stage would open up and the songs of altered universes echoed the halls in dry, wet reverb. Dali painted and the servants landed, Area 51 was a city of lights beyond the eyes of man and guarded by the secrets and lies of the Dead Kennedy.
Chapter 3
One lonely night taking refuge in Lost Hotel Of Hollywood for 5 cents and a vile of oil a visit. I lay upright in the lounge flipping through Chanel 69 I saw the kid on ESP shooting stars through hoops with magic chamberlain and Jimmy Johnson. He wore the 13 for luck and truth and had the eyes of a hero lost in the game, lost in the game shooting for his name and the game of rhythm and rebound. Time was his essence although not clear as the game he played. The shot clock counted time and again as rhythm fell through his hand his mind and challenge.
Hello can I get a drink of scotch. I’ve been gone long and lost through the roads of my mind. The voice called me here for reason I have yet to know. I turned to see a young woman dressed in clad and clash of the violence that nearly over took her. I paid no mind and returned to my discipline. The game changed and the news overtook the set. The hero gone. The president of the United World addressed the people that he thought were listening and those that had no answers to his visions and words. The world is in crisis.
Another failed roaming incident of route 49 left weather balloons crashing to the sky and reporters were scrambling for their piece of the incident. No one knew, no one knew. Another failed mission. Mission of what. Peace waiting trials and innocence. This was a cold war and everybody almost knew what that meant. Nobody knows, the news came from no where.
Chapter 4
This was getting no where and no where is understood. Somewhere people understand and raise their fist in chaos and revolt. No quiet revolutions resound in the continent as the searchers watched and ended fires that don’t even exist. All but everyone on high alert for perplexities and Generals garnered in feathers and flags.
The woman in clad and clash spoke but as she spoke I heard the singing of charms and a bell between chaos and love. Is this love, is this love. Tell me through the chamber of the calling bust of palas where is this love. The woman in clad and clash spoke beyond the madness of the T.V. news. Perplexed by her vows I turned stunned by her beauty, her angelic gypsy garb.
Touching her face, who could be held responsible. For the life of me where in the vows of all wisdom had she walked to sing so softly in the halls on the lost palace of Hollywood where the last king of dreams shattered his soul to the floor climbed to heaven ordered another and wondered what he had done that for. Counting crows and raven’s and hells lost and locked and lonely door.
Screaming bust of Pallas echoing in the evermore ravaged loved and lost on the lonely moment of her lips. I barely opened my lips to turn and talk to the woman in clad and clash and she was gone. Gone where I almost understood the question before it was unanswered. In my mind I see the things change the woman gone I knew her. I know her. From where is the question I tempted to ask but not follow the woman or angel or spirit, gone.
I stood and looked around all was real the T.V. on high alert the room empty but the wax maiden on the wall guiding the ships landing to world’s lost or found. I turned headed for my hall and the number 9. Room number 9 was the message I forgot to mention and understand. The way we traveler’s leave possession and pride behind for others to find and interpret in their minds.
Chapter 5
I walked through the halls of numbered doors searching for the nine. Written in Venus’ hand. The purple violet afterglow of all her thoughts. The calling the mentioning the answers I had written and wanted to tell. Venus has seen the sea of the calling reach the memories that entertained. The visions that spoke through glass and mirror. The looking glass girl will seal your soul, Take you through virgin clouds open again and again. As the tide raged and the moon pulled I found number nine and turned the door.
Light and afterglow enchanted my eyes like the way she understood before. Barely talking mostly undressed she pressed my lips and fastened the door. Closed shut in together she whispered to my soul answering my heart. I held her cold in my breath untied her guilt and let her dress fall naked to the floor. Moving and breathing on the floor and moons last dying light shown through the stain of the window.
She wanted more. I asked her to let go. To let me and understand the way it seems only in dreams these thoughts and memories were touched and allowed to enter and untouched and remembered the way the river runs in the sand again and again Venus in my vein and my vein in Venus. She called my name as once I heard, understood and all stopped but the hourglass lamp she let live beside her bed.
The time is coming the knowers are watching and the man is learning let him live the dreams he dreams to be and be the thing he knows he is. Venus spoke through tongues I understood. The world is changing and time can be a vampire to those unprotected by the dreams they dream to be. Number 9 was shooting memory and thoughts to be. 1984 was the year and yesterdays understanding in tomorrows knowing.
I awoke in my room alone staring up at all the stars. I could come down to you and stop all the stalls. But I’m alone and she is thinking. The name came to me from the god mars atop of all the cities in her galaxy far away. Hell’s Kitten was singing again. The cold war calling her, the loner listening.
Chapter 6
I awoke fresh from a dream like daisy’s singing in a mid summer dream. Vegas dreams and trying not to stall I left my room and headed down the hall. The same channel stuck in 69 reporting on all the days news old and dead. The moon gone the sun waking the morning in ever after ecstasy. To early to drink I took my pipe and walked out the double door to stare sunlight in the eyes. I smoke the tobacco of Indian leaf and reflected. 1984 the loner shooting for his game and Hell’s Kitten singing once more.
To me it came in a dream that the lady in clad and clash was Hell’s Kitten searching for answers in the ever more. Wondering about the lost cause. The cold war, the cold war the world watched with intent as more weapons were raised to the stars out of fear and paranoia. The story dead but the news kept coming and the voices kept raising the concerns of the ground.
Hiding underground holding secrets of the dead Kennedy. Now the generals moving fear of weapons no one could see but the nuclear wind the t.v. shot the dead and Dylan’s rest. Yesterday’s news came to me landing beside me the newspaper with headline news. Other than the weapons of the politics the loner was winning, playing for the Huskies of Toronto. Could not be stopped playing effortlessly in his game the game he knew and loved.
Lately married of woman who left the world before her time in crash fatally rushed in ambulance to the emergency while the Loner played his game in a city south of the crash. He did not know his choice to understand came later as the six o’clock news reported delicately of the face of his angel still in his heart yet to know.
The twins were born 5 years prior as the Huskies erected the banner of the world championship tournament and every year after. Toronto Rainbow the boy and Apple River the girl. His children their children born in the cold war and his wife the reporter now gone after the accident.
Chapter 7
To understand now what was not heard then is not possible. The words the Loner’s wife submerged on the continent were those of truth. Naked truth in a time of deception. She wrote the stories of truth and honor beyond the fear of the cold.
I turned and walked to the lounge to see the freak and ghouls of the lost palace. They were awake from the dreams. There long waking dreams left in their rooms to contemplate and experiment with the known and the unknown.
There was speaking above the television still caught on the news. The loner now probably aware of the incident. The accident of his now lost love. His decision was his own and soon to make. The Huskies of Toronto were in the hunt for another banner. Another championship beyond the maker’s of the news and politics we all digested. More bombs and no answers. Shaking politicians hiding behind the iron curtain.
In the corner was the game the freaks played from time to time. To exit from reality and chase ghost through color mazes and eat the pills to fight the fear of the dead. The high score still unbeaten. Created by the matrix the wizard of the dot matrix.
I played my game and digested my fear of the future the past unknown and made my name in the high score. 1984 was my sign. The world I felt behind in the high score well below the matrix was mine 1984. The world watching. The waiting to be told.
Chapter 8
I felt a tap on my left shoulder turned and saw her smile. Lucky played she always played. Look she said as I turned. The loner is playing again. All eyes on the big screen. Watching his shots carry away the attention of the politics the latest news of waiting peace. A truce from both sides a forgiveness in a hand shake a tear both sides to proud to offer up the peace and silence the people wanted.
Still reading the paranormal she asked. Yes with a smile I said. Some things never change she offered with a grin. Fear gets you nowhere. Fear gets you nowhere. She ordered a coffee and we sat to watch and converse of time gone and yet to come.
I’ve been traveling. I’ve been watching. Yes she said. The rider once stood in the window and watched day and night for the sign of the maiden. The peace she’d bring. Traveling yes traveling through mars and the cosmos she said. She has no fear of the void no fear of the beyond. Morrison, Kerouac they were all her skill. She looked me in the eyes deep blues of the mountain side beyond the parallel to the sea where she swims naked, naked to the world.
Things haven’t changed much she offered. I looked around and nodded. The matrix, Apollo, the leaf, lightning and the others still listening watching resting in the lost palace. Aphrodite and the others gods and goddess offering up answers for the unanswered.
She took my hand and my conscience. I still love you. Things have not changed I answered. The heat of the cold rising the fist of the loner elevating another victory another victory for the loner and the huskies his hair shadowing his figure his champion demeanor he had to know.
I love you too I answered. Things have not changed she echoed. Deep in those eyes I travel to places known by her and only her. I’ve come for a short stay she echoed. I have places in mind and opportunity to risk.
Chapter 9
The game for the moment is won and the travelers plan to rejoice in song and pow wow. Apollo setting the cosmos. Lucky took me by the hand and outside we walked for a smoke. After breath and tobacco we watched the sun slowly fall to night and walked inside. Apollo was ready for his performance instruments of foreign shores set the stage. String, wind and drum filled the air. Lucky drank her white, white wine. Thoughts of Hell’s Kitten came to me in brain and science.
The players played, lightning, Apollo and green leaf played effortlessly through night. The traveler’s drank their cocktails and cocaine while I thought watched and listened. The sound was surreal and full of meaning. Meaning to be interpreted through sullen thoughts. The colors shown in green red and blue and echoed through the halls. Lucky took me by the hand and led to me to the mic.
sullen thoughts intricate and mad
peaceful dreams and ecstasy
the lies of the news
not getting through to you
know your mind and believe the truth
in mind I know all of you
touched me with a smile
green red and blue
time for dance
time for song
the drums echoed
freedom
our choice is ours
beyond the cloud
beyond the confusion
is the solution
I stepped off the stage less than noticed knowing I said my things to those who might listen, The freedom of choice echoes in truth and laughter. The thoughts of the loner still on my mind his lost love, His lost love stained on his side. What would his choice be in the time was his to make His heart on his sleeve and Hell’s Kitten singing pop the believers sought to see.
Chapter 10
Lucky took me by the hand and led me to her van. We talked mostly subconsciously but understanding completely. The LSD elevated the moment as we listened to the stars sing and the moon dance once again lightly we dreamed but did not sleep. Eating cherries and cocaine no one knew or could see the things we’ve seen.
Her bed called and the wind knew we are one in our essence lost in mind and thought. She turned on the radio and Gypsy blew my mind looking in her eyes as I always did. The time no one knew no one knows. Thunder only happens when it’s raining, Player’s only love you when they’re playing.
The moon pulled and the moment listened. She always had a way of feeling the same. After time so much time. We have a way of understanding without even speaking she could read my thoughts and I read her mind the way she looked. She took me by the hand as the glow of the dashboard lights lit the room and the pink and blue of the stars on her moon.
The van rocked and the radio listened. She touched and I heard. She breathed and I moved gently up and down around beneath her dress of hair. Nothing was the moment and she touched in private the way she breathed and concentrated on the drip of memory. Explosions and contemplation’s of reality touched her faced and explored her thoughts. One we are, again and again. Contemplating orgasmic energy taking her everything.
She stopped and looked me in the eyes. As though I was hiding something. I opened and looked to her and stopped. Maybe we’re not the same maybe to much time had taken our connections. She sat up naked and I naked with nothing to say.
Chapter 11
There was a knock at the door on her van. She moved for her clothes as I watched her naked dressing and pulsing body move hidden in the dark of the van only the lights of the dash lighting her there and here. I lit a smoke and she opened the door.
A figure moved in the door forcefully. I am KGB don’t move and I will tell you what your need to know. The gun pointed squarely in her eyes Lucky backed away slowly and I reaching for my clothes. Do not move or she gets it. I put my clothes down and looked her in the eyes. I am Super Nova and I will tell you of the Home you will never see. A cold wind blew through the open windows and touched my skin. Lucky didn’t move and Nova moved closer. The winter is going to hit and all lies will be lost. My government knows your secrets and the names you are writing.
Lucky backed off and Nova moved closer. Your government is designing a weapon. A weapon of mass destruction. One that will separate the atoms and send them vibrating back to space back to nothing back to black hole where it all ended. My name is Mountain. I know your name and your friend. You need my help but it will come at price. I do not come for nothing.
Lucky did nothing staring at Super Nova trying to understand her calling. Nova looked out the door and nodded. A black car with no marking no plates turned in the darkness. What do we do now Lucky thought and almost asked. You listen to me Nova answered. We move to Alaska where the government is developing. You drive, Nova motioned to Lucky as she headed for shot gun. I motioned for my clothes. You move again and your friend will die. I sat back covered in the darkness, naked.
Chapter 12
Lucky started her van. The chamber can-descent with dash lights and the barrel of Nova’s gun. Time progressed and moved as Lucky drove and Nova directed. The moment was tense as George Michael on coke. But I have faith in Lucky’s direction. This Super Nova was coming from somewhere. She knew me and she knew Lucky. Although stunning in her appearance I had no recollection or prior memory of an encounter of which I have had many. The days passed only stopping for petrol gas. I was still naked but Lucky was by now mostly dressed as she had to pay for the fuel from her own cash.
Nova held the gun and the decisions. I lay there UN-permitted to move thinking back to Lucky’s moment and the tattoo on her ass. The gypsy movements she made to songs unwritten and words never spoken. Years since I’ve seen her and now hostage to Super Nova who may be speaking the truth or more lies of the cold she spoke in accent, Russian maybe.
How much more fucking driving do you expect me to do? I lifted my head from sleep to hear Lucky and Nova bitching. I hold the gun you drive. How bout I hold the damn gun and you drive and pay for friggin petro. Who’s petro? You use that word again and I swear to Blue Rodeo I’m taking the ditch. Blue Rodeo? The ditch? Yeah the ditch. What the ditch?
Uh ladies I hate to interrupt but I believe we are being followed. Lucky adjusted her rear view and Nova turned. Who is it? I see nothing.
Chapter 13
It’s a trans am with southern plates. You drive, pretend and see nothing. They’re gaining on us. Mountain said adjusting himself where no one could see. Lucky adjusted her rear view and could see the lights gaining. Nova now visibly nervous motioned Lucky to hit the gas. Lucky looked me in the eye. I waited as she nailed the brakes. I went for Nova trying to sub due her without doing any harm. We wrestled on the ground. Briskly reaching on rolling for control of the weapon on the front seat and in to the back on the van. She touched me and I touched her. Reaching for control of the shaft.
Mountain she called. Nova was her name. I flashed back to a tour in the Afghani back country in the Balkans and Yugoslavia. I saw a girl, a girl with tears in her eyes. I came back to unscathed by the flash. Nova now firmly on top with the barrel pointed on my frontal lobe.
You know me. Nova whispered in the incandescent light. And I know you I remembered her now a little more robust and figured than the girl I remember. Lucky smoking turned and mentioned you finished, breathing a little more easily. We now have more company motioning outside.
Chapter 14
A man in a hat dressed in black armed with pride and a weapon followed by a woman in boots. Boots made for walking, Diamond she called and the Man turned and lit a smoke. Kathleen he called, we are alive! Where the fuck are we she answered. Mountain now fully aware of who is control yelled, somewhere in Wichita.
Nova now in control of the weapon motioned Mountain back to the bed. Fully naked Mountain retreated to the comfort of Lucky’s furs. Desperately reaching for his clothes to Nova’s demands. Put them on and you will die a naked man. Lucky adjusting the mirror looked back in silence, besides I like you better that way. Here comes company Lucky suggested to Nova. Let them come she replied.
The man in the hat we know as Diamond came to the window and gently knocked. Lucky with a lit smoke rolled down the window in a manner suggesting contemplation and intent to interest. Where are we and who are you Diamond said examining the situation. From the darkness of the van came a voice of a murmur, Wichita, Lucky, Nova and Mountain. Nova turned to Mountain implying to keep his mouth shut.
And you are? Nova asked with the gun between her legs. The name is Diamond, Diamond Young from Quebec. And the woman? The woman now in Nova’s window. Yelled Kathleen and you are? Nova quietly rolled down the window as Lucky said shit, here we go. Pulled the gun on Kathleen and told her to get in the back.
Chapter 15
Now that’s no way to treat a lady Diamond replied. You don’t know where we came from or what happened. I’m sure there will be time to talk Nova said holding her gaze on Kathleen. Kathleen looked at Diamond with the intent to unload. Diamond motioned to hold. We’ll get in Diamond answered. No just the woman Nova replied cocking the gun.
I’d listen she’s already pulled the trigger once Mountain said naked in the darkness. Lucky threw her smoke and winked at Diamond motioning to his parked car with headlights beaming, narrowly missing Mountains body. Kathleen opened the door and entered ever conscience of the dagger in her boot and the cocaine in her stash.
Hands on head and on the bed. Mountain made room for her. Kathleen searching for something solid to sit on looked the Mountain in the eyes, your name is Mountain she said almost asking her or telling her self something, somewhat familiar. She sat tense in the darkness among strangers she swore she knew.
Lucky turned the key and Nova held the gun. Mountain still naked in the sheets and Kathleen looking for something to hold eyed Mountain and he caught her glance. You’ve seen the other side Mountain whispered in Kathleen’s ear. She turned looked Mountain in the face. I haven’t seen shit.
For a price we will all see other side, Nova said never taking her eye off the road or Lucky’s intentions.
Chapter 16
He’s following us, Lucky suggested to strangers in the night moving closer to what Nova only knew. Kathleen glanced out the back window and saw the trans am and Diamonds hat in the shadows.
It will be alright Nova said maybe sleeping or maybe in wake. It will be alright echoed in Mountains intentions pretending to be sleeping listening the knowing, the waiting the truth to be told.
Mountain fully awake and aware listening to the engine moaning out it’s one note song. Pretending to be listening and mostly sleeping. The sound of Kathleen’s breast and heart and motions in the dark, getting comfortable moving innocently deathly slowly in the shadows.
Kathleen glanced behind to the trans am, trailing the key to her moment, the chance of her taste. Mountain noted the movement and waited. Lucky’s eyes on the road fumbled to the radio, teasing the ears of those that would listen static aiming pulling the thoughts closer.
Lost in the dust the stars of the night and the snow falling to the wipers pumping hydraulic liquid lasting in the moment. Some one saying something and no one seems to listen. The clown who is sick does the trick of disaster. The lights in her eyes and the thoughts of those thighs. Mountain clinging to memory of Venus and her disaster, tripping delicately through the mind allowing the thoughts to entertain.
Chapter 17
The radio tired barely awake entranced the morning news to the sun rising glistening in the magic of the fall. Last nights fall. More weapons, more terror the presidents voice echoing over the rumble of the highway.
Bodies motioning wakefulness stumbled in to the day listening pretending not to notice as the terror attempted to entrance the moment, Mountain still naked studied Kathleen and her intentions.
Nova now fully awake, aware and armed said the cold will come the war will end. Can we get off this fucking channel!? Lucky exclaimed turning the radio station. Aha blared through the radio speakers Take on Me suggested. The black the white the media the station always searching for the reason.
Kathleen backed up barely touching Mountains intentions. The trans am following Kathleen knowing who was driving reached in her boot for her knife and took Nova by surprise.
Chapter 18
Move and your neck is mine she muttered in a breath only someone so strong should suggest. Drop the weapon and you will live to see tomorrow. Nova dropped the weapon in her panic and Kathleen picked up the shaft of the barrel so cold so cold as the war we are fighting.
Mountain fully naked watching the exhibition entertained by the move and Kathleen’s b-side, reached for his clothes and cocaine now free to move and examine his ego and his status.
Someone is going to tell me what the fuck is going on. My name is Mountain I have seen things in this existence that echo in the halls of solitude and sanctuary. You Kathleen are from another void and other time another plain.
Venus knows your name and your calling as she spoke in echoes in our last encounter. You are here now for purpose you of yet to know. Your calling has been echoed in the halls of the Lost Palace of Hollywood. Your companion behind rides with us in our time for reasons yet to be understood.
Lucky drives and Nova knows. Her intentions are those of peace and understanding. The trans Am pulled up along side the Van now in Kathleen’s control. The passengers of ego and understatement privileged to ride and understand in echoes of time and place to be understood.
Chapter 19
The year is 1984 the cold is watching and the Loner is listening. Chaos is his existence now shattered with the loss. Hell’s Kittens word’s are his to know and of us to listen. 1984? I was I was…we were riding, riding north came the voice of the man in the hat known as Diamond. Driving to the North escaping the madness the invasion.
Long ago came Mountains voice long ago. We listened and you arrived in time to meet our destiny. The war is on, the cold comes and the voice of truth to be heard. What of this madness this intention the weapons of mass destruction the government pretends and does nothing. Developing terror carried by the media. Nova has reason for interpretation it is our best interest to listen as she has been sent from far away to carry and deliver the message sacrificing life in honor of her people.
We are heading north to follow the loner and suggest your welcoming, Kathleen and Diamond. Kathleen holding the weapon looked to Nova. They are hiding, they are holding weapons of destruction the cold is here and the battle goes on. We sit and do nothing the war will never end. We must stop the confusion the destruction. My name is Nova I am KGB. Sent by my government to stop the weapon the weapon of destruction and fear. We must move we must go on. Kathleen sat silent running, running in her mind the past the present and now this, her intentions unknown.
Her name is Kathleen came a voice from the cold, the man in the hat. I am Diamond, Diamond Young. We fought this war and won. The world shattered from where we came from. So you believe came the voice of Mountain. Your time is untouched and moves. Ours is now in peril. I know of you and your intent. The Loner’s move is his and Hell’s Kittens intentions are ours or his to believe. Ride with us. Live breath this life deliver your mind and the rest will follow. We will ride.
Chapter 20
We will ride, we will ride for a price. I hold the weapon and you start talking. Diamond follows in the trans am and any funny shit the blonde chick gets it then we move to Nova. This is bull shit my name is Lucky. Kathleen startled at the response cocked the gun. And you, you are Mountain. This is bull shit uncocked the gun.
Your memory entertains you Kathleen, Mountain thought but did not speak. Deliver your mind and the rest will follow, Mountain said but did not think. Tell me of this Loner. Lucky turned the key and fired the van for a ride.
The loner plays, he plays with greatness. The game is his and his master. The love lost of his, a reporter of honor and truth through the madness. Dead now in a crash. Speculation of the disaster. Our governments did not know. He plays with truth science his name etched for ever in the Huskies of the North dynasty is his. Two children lately wed of his wife the reporter now buried for reasons unknown.
The media the weapon the lens the finger the thoughts they deliver. Terror strikes the earth and of us to listen. As mass destruction looms and Hell’s Kittens words deliver the shatter of truth and breath. The loner is listening delivering a body and existence beyond. Venus sees the void the past the future, the contemplation of man. For us to discover.
Chapter 21
Mountains words trailed and echoed in the minds of the travelers. Till all was known. All was known for the time and moment as moments come and end and trance and deliver. And some truth, knowledge, insight is suggested. The van was cold and quiet. Mountain now un nerved with his coke and clothes. Kathleen still on the barrel, Lucky on the pedal and Nova in the know.
Closer came the radio, closer came the radio. Paranoid, paranoid as the past. The writer in the door way where she stood and watches for him. The news came on the same news as yesterday. Answers for the forgiven lessons for the unforgiven. Metallic rays of sunlight opening the day. The leader of the free world and this side of the ocean of sorrow, addressed the people. Squawking PA of the generals moves and the politicians spending. Mountain knowing, Lucky driving.
And what of this Kathleen and the man Diamond. Our time in peril so much to be understood The loner now in Toronto the season ended as the new one enters. The time is his to know and ours to follow the border of man, consciousness, country. Super Nova and her delivery. There will be choice and action. Hell’s Kittens words came through the world on alternative channel for listeners of understood searching for insight. She sings and the bells sound.
Chapter 22
Van quiet for a time. We have company came Lucky easy on the gas. Mountain turned and saw the highway troopers with lights turning. Fuck take the next exit, Kathleen with the barrel delivered. Slow down I’ve got the pedal. Lucky eased on the gas and took to the side of the road. A road house in the middle of Wichita.
Troopers lights a blazing blurred by the scene on down the highway. Diamond in the trans am followed Lucky’s move and pulled to her side rolled down the window. Lucky smoking had already done the same.
Friends of yours, Diamond smiled? Long story short…..no, flicking the ash of the smoke in a way no one would understood before the hash, the LSD. That for me? Lucky said nothing. Kathleen with the barrel turned to Diamond. I need a fucking drink. Here? You got any better suggestions. We have no time for drinks attempted Nova. Look I’m sure they’ve got vodka. At the mention Mountain rose to intercept the conversations and ideas of temptation.
Chapter 23
We’ve been riding for a while and the lady with the gun is thirsty, Lucky delivered turning off the ignition. Mountain looked out the window. Saw the sign Road House 184. Zombies now playing. I’ve seen the place before and the Zombies are deadly. Quiet forty’s and a lady for the killing.
Kathleen cocked the gun and smiled. Diamond you thirsty? You know I don’t drink while on the job winking. Fuck this noise let’s go inside Lucky hinted opening the door to her van. And lock the doors who knows who’s hanging around.
The crew emptied from their vehicles and walked to the door. The door man doing his best Swayze smiled at Kathleen who concealed her weapon the way a lady does and smiled at the dirty dancer.
The place was packed with wall eyed red necks and their girls. Mountain felt confident and at home. Nova a little out of place and fully equipped almost tripped over her chest and Swayze’s cock of the walk.
Lucky looked Mountain in the eyes as if she had been here before and pulled up her cut offs a little further, showing some cheek and swag. The lady serving drinks bumped in to Diamond as if saying something he wouldn’t understand but in Diamonds mind it made sense. The zombies were trancing loud and the traveler’s sat at Kathleen’s command.
Chapter 24
Are we going to get served? Kathleen emptied getting comfortable and fully loaded, but no one knew. Mountain turned to the stage and the Zombies, Astrid in full form lifting the room a little and the hillbillies wallets, Mountain smiled.
The hillbillies now more than thirsty put their eyes on the table and the ladies in their equipment. Is it getting hot in here or is just me Diamond mentioned as five of the mean looking hillbillies came to the table.
The leader and obviously smartest hillbilly put his hand on Kathleen and said I wanna dance pulling her forcefully to her feet. At which Diamond stood starring squarely in the mans chest said she’s with me. ‘O really the man said as his friends came a lot closer. Yeah hands off Diamond suggested. Ya’ ‘mess wit me, ya ‘mess wit ma’ family as the hillbillies showed off their missing teeth.
Chapter 25
Diamond now outnumbered took a swing at hillbilly duke and took some teeth with his right. A little stunned took a step back and gave Diamond a right. Diamond ducked the blow and hillbilly duke landed on the table and the ladies drinks. Before Diamond could impress himself four hillbillies pilled on Diamond and wrestled the man down on the dance floor.
Kathleen pulled the hidden colt 45 from her boot and fired one shot in the air, getting everyone attention. Kathleen now on center stage called the shots and Diamond to his feet. Let the man go and no one gets hurt. Nah. we fine, we fine the hillbillies smiled and headed back to their drinks.
Astrid strummed her chord and the band started like nothing even happened. Kathleen holstered the weapon. Diamond picked himself up off the dance floor gave Kathleen a smile and himself a little shake before returning to the table.
Friends of yours? Diamond said to Mountain. Yeah we go way back, way back to county they used to be a little prettier. I say you and your lady friend impressed more than the band. We’re going to need more drinks the lady with the concealed weapon said as Mountain motioned to the bar keep.
Chapter 26
Drink after drink and song after song, Kathleen asked Diamond to take a shot. You know I never drink on the job. What’s your job again Mr. Diamond. Diamond smiled said nothing but Kathleen new and took another shot of jack while Diamond watched.
The corn whiskey now taking over and the band getting tired. We must move this is taking time Nova shot with vodka and attitude. The lady with the gun looked Nova in the eyes, Who the fuck are you? Kathleen and the whiskey attempted. I’m KGB the war goes on, Nova replied downing another vodka. Lucky in her upmost and sloshed on wine red and white, Yeah you need a card? Lucky sipped and winked at both ladies.
The time is on, taking a line and a dead man’s grave. We must leave the chase is ours and the hills are watching. Radio no where and the weapon of Nova’s discipline. The west and wall of the east must fall. Hell’s Kitten and the words of the loner are fading. The time we waste and the line we walk take the unforsaken. Mountain offered mostly wasted on the traveler’s minds.
Four men in black and shades entered the room as Nova slipped to the ladies room while no one noticed save Diamond who took Luckey’ss key and left the room.
Nova meeting Diamond outside who obviously found another way out suggested, We must leave NOW. Diamond headed for the trans am and on the only way heard four shots and the music end.
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We have to go back Diamond uttered to Nova. Nova fully intoxicated pulled a concealed semi automatic from beneath her garb. I am Nova KGD, tonight’s the night Nova contemplated through the vodka and her accent.
Walking back to the bar entrance Mr. Soul started playing and the music listened. Fucking cover tunes Diamond heard and new the voice. Kathleen met the Diamond and Nova on the outside as the band got louder and Kathleen lit a slim.
What the fuck is going on Diamond intended. You tell me four men in black and you two head for the exits. Kathleen took a breath and a drag off the slim. Diamond moved to Kathleen I heard shots. You’re damn right. They’re still twitching on the ground.
What FBI Nova slurred through the vodka. Yeah if FBI bleed green Kathleen taking another drag off the slim. Where the fuck are we I’m almost out of bullets Kathleen breathed cocking the weapon for one more round.
Nova looked inside seeing the half zombie, half being from beyond the heavens. We must leave came Mountain. The challenge mounts and the woods breath. Half numb from the wine and LSD Lucky asked where the fuck her keys went. Diamond reached down and delivered the ring to Lucky.
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Who’s gonna clean this shit up? Came the voice of the bouncer. Not me Lucky threw opening the door to her van. We got to get the fuck out of here, Kathleen uttered hot after the smoke and the blows. Who’s going to drive you’ve all hit the limit on drinks and zombie waltz, Diamond reminded. Not to mention the highway warm with troopers Diamond started and fucking walking dead Kathleen finished.
We travel through the pass and the walking wood to the Mountains. Time will pass the memories of our parting will fade. The Mountains hold solace and peace. The road concealed by the road house will travel deep within the moon. Behind our minds to inner sanctum of peace pass. Mountain said pulling pipe and smoke from his pouch.
Lucky turned the key and green ram listened 449 on the block 6 cylinders and an oil socked engine blew smoke and the travelers minds. Who’s coming with me smiling teasing for more revving her engine. The war continues these zombies prove the theories we must travel north through the border Nova attempted, fuck this noise and the Russian. Vodka or not she’s nuts, Kathleen delivered.
Nova pulled the semi from behind her back. I am Nova KGB and you Kathleen have one bullet in the barrel. In Russian we have what you say roulette…….care to play with Nova. Kathleen looked at the gun slowly spun and aimed. STOP came Diamonds voice, Nova rides with me we will follow the van through Mountains pass. Kathleen uncocked the gun and lowered wasted and lost she piled in the van to lie down.
Lucky hit the lights and drove round back. Mountain lit the peace pipe to share and the grass road opened to the Mountains. Lucky fumbled for the radio trying to get a signal. Nothing but static…..Not here there is no outside Mountain offered pulling off the pipe sharing with Lucky. Kathleen quiet, the moon lighting the back of the van the howl of the wolf sent chills down Diamonds back and Kathleen holstered the weapon.
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The sober Diamond watched the back of the van moving slowly through the turns ups and downs. The light of the moon shown down through the leaves of the trees. Diamond saw something in the corner of the woods looked again and saw nothing.
I feel the rumbling in the ground. The wind is turning the wild watching, Mountain said Lucky driving. The earth is spinning slowly spinning came Kathleen’s voice wasted on whiskey.
In mind and memory I tranced on the thoughts of the loner and Hell’s Kitten’s word etched on the mural and memories last paradise. The decision past on the game left. His intentions unknown to the world and his science yet un-mastered. Deliver a being free from disease and hunger. War no more were hers. Hell’s Kitten’s voice was the one the loner followed and believed.
Lost in memory the hills woke to our arrival and the witch of the woods now watching our motions and understanding the intentions. Light of the moon and the dashboard glow. Black magic and the woman. Gypsy queen and the underline of the woods. Lucky in trance and hallucination of her intentions lit the pipe and the great full dead glow of the mushrooms shadow.
The call of the nature pulling her higher shadow and memory of the loss of fear the engine pulling her here and the light of her moon to the left as the van climbed the hill. Lucky lost in the over more reality gone and the lights her only destination.
Mountain pulled the pipe and Lucky listened the engine driving herself. “Let go” came Luckey’s voice and Mountain listened. The witch of the woods screamed and Mountain listened. Mountain full of hallucination of the mushroom she shared The woods listening and the witch calling. “Lower comes the moon and the night will break.” Mountain answered Lucky heard but did not say.
Kathleen wasted on the night fumbled through memory and time. Diamond in the trans am followed the van through the trees and pass. Kathleen would wake he knew. Nova gone on vodka and her mission and Diamond took the semi and hid in beneath the seat. Going through memory and the now Diamond pondered before the invasion the cause of the explosions no one heard of yet. Kathleen and the charger the end at hand driving further pedal to the floor the car in flame, space and time. Now the now and the cold. The war at hand and Mountains peace to the sane. Too much. “Now.” Diamond thought and lit a smoke no one could answer.
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The beautiful glow the dangerous tug we get to hear small from high up above. “The rest of the world” came Mountains voice “The rest of the world will follow”. The loner sees his past and understands the void lost on man. Mountains mind lost on Venus the memories that follow. The moon falling further to the earth and the witch dying in the light.
Lucky came back from the dream and the roads that follow. “We must travel through the leaves beyond the underflow to the North”. Mountain now sober and the sun rising. The loner is planning his take and his science. Hells Kittens bells ring to his knowing. She is listening.” Mountain sober words did nothing on Kathleen, hung over from the zombie waltz and the memories of her beginnings. “The road must go on”. Came Kathleen voice. Immortal to the witches calling dazed from the nights drive. The lights of the North brought us here to see the wait and change of the world. Yellowknife and Whitehorse called me in a dream. I have seen end and disaster peace and everlasting. There will be a calling.” Came the woman’s voice we know as Kathleen. “Wherein lies continue.” Mountain said.
“Wherein lies continue. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. The witch of the of the woods the darkness the wolf and all his lies will die. Take the stranger by surprise. The hunter came last night took his memory and all his lies. Where’s Diamond.” Kathleen came to her feet to front of the ram. Lucky adjusted her rear view. “Right behind me.” Lucky said. Kathleen turned to see the trans am and Diamond hat. “Where the fuck are?”, Kathleen exploited. “Mountains pass and through the woods of the witch. She entertains the dreams of dreamers forlorn and forgone. You’ve seen vision of the evermore and the calling of your spirit.” Mountain offered. “And what of those who don’t dream.”, Kathleen kicked. “You mean Diamond.”, Mountain said. “Yeah I mean Diamond”, Kathleen returned. “He saw the call of the wolf and held life in mind.”, Mountain riddled. “This is bullshit stop the van.”, Kathleen attempted. “We must pass the leaves.”, Mountain attempted. “The only thing I’m going to pass is this bullet through the blondes back. At which point Lucky stopped turned and said. “I’m the one who drove us the frig out of that mess.” Kathleen turned and remembered. Remembering the road house the bleeding dead and Mountains pass. The dreams of the north. “We must keep moving. The road is in danger and the future in flux.”, Mountain sealed. “Trust Mountain.”, Lucky said. Kathleen holstered the weapon. “I don’t trust nobody”, she said turning to the trans am with foreign plates and sat down.
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Focusing on the van ahead Diamond followed putting memory to rest and pulling the present to mind. Sober as the sun’s ascent. Diamond followed, the weapon concealed and Nova coming to mumbling Russian and twitching. “No, no, she said in a language Diamond could understand. Diamond grabbed her arm. “You’re alright.” “The cold is coming. We must travel North. There is a base, in secret location. The weapon, the weapon must be stopped.
Nova opened her eyes the road lay ahead and the morning dawning. Diamond reached for a smoke. “You’ve been sleeping mumbling in your sleep”, “I am Nova KGB dreams do not haunt me”. Nova returned. “Dream’s don’t haunt me either. To tell you the truth I don’t sleep”, Diamond suggested. “Where are we”, Nova demanded. “The mountains pass on a road to where, I’m not sure”, Diamond told. The sun clouded over and the world turned dark.
Raven’s in the sky hundreds by the thousands blacked out the sun. “The darkness comes”, Nova said reaching for her weapon. “Where is it’, Nova demanded. “Under my seat. Things kind of got out of hand back there your were sleeping”, Diamond attempted. “This is a sign the world will turn. The birds are flocking dead in the night”, Nova talked. Diamond looked upon the skies saying nothing smoking his smoke, reached under his seat and delivered the weapon back to Nova.
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“Does this fucking road end?”, Kathleen intended. “The road will end and life will turn. The mountains pass peaked while the wild watched and we listened”, Mountain delivered. “Good I’m getting kind of hungry”, Lucky said not taking her eyes off the road.
The dirt became sand and the sand to gravel. The lost highway is coming Mountain uttered under smoke and pipe. Lucky continued to drive till the road came to a stop sign and street sign in need of some attention. “LOST HIGHWAY NUMBER 1”. “What the f**k is this?”, came Kathleen voice.
An old military testing ground called Devils half acre. They pulled out in the fifties just before the cold way started. It’s mostly empty.”, Mountain delivered. “Mostly empty but the crows.”, Lucky attempted. “Raven’s actually what brings them here I’m not sure”, Mountain chimed. “Take the right”, Mountain offered over the smoke and the moment, “There is a diner not far down on the western plain”.
“What he hell are they serving?”, Lucky attempted. “Not sure haven’t been there in a while but the cook knows his shit. Truckers mostly delivering what I do not know, but they travel east and west the diner keeps open that way”, Mountain directed.
The black trans am turned on the right following the van. “Lost Highway”, Diamond muttered. “Yes lost highway. I have heard of this place.’ Super Nova echoed. “Chemical warfare and other tests I’m told.”, Diamond released. “Super soldiers and super weapons.”, Nova continued. ‘Yeah if you believe in shit like that”, Diamond echoed thinking not of his own training.
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The morning after glow of purple and blue followed the sunrise and the highway wet with nightfall shown with glitter a highway of diamond’s with no one on it but the van and the trans am. The sun rising and shining down on the trans am blinding the view of Diamond pulled his visor and lit a smoke. The eagle on the hood shining in the morning. A little worn but shining none the less.
“American?”, Nova asked. “No Canadian”, Diamond replied. “Canadian cigarettes?”, Nova returned. “No American.”, Diamond delivered. “You say Canadian.” Nova turned to Diamond and his cigarettes. “Yeah Canadian born, American smokes”, Diamond said. “And the lady Kathleen?”, Nova asked. “The question never came up.”, Diamond delivered. We’ve been through some shit. Still sorting it out. “You are Military.’, Nova delivered. “Was, not anymore. Did my tour. Special teams was my unit. We didn’t exist. No identity no papers we just disappeared.”, Diamond delivered. “CIA?”, Super Nova asked. “Something like that the orders came from the top. It was an experiment the best and brightest of the forces trained to take on anything and loose everything not get caught and disappear. The mission failed the team went mad. Lost everything, the past no future no Identification.”, Diamond delivered.
“You find love”, Super Nova asked. “Love?’, Diamond muttered watching the back of the green van driving down LOST HIGHWAY NUMBER ONE. Diamond held his silence and the wheel. Nova accepted his piece and checked her bullets. “We need bullets?” Diamond asked. “No time.”, Nova delivered.
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“I’m ready to get the fuck out of here.”, Kathleen delivered. “Livin’ in a van ain’t my idea of paradise”, Kathleen said. “You two listening”, Kathleen asked. “A haunted lighthouse full of spirits and ghosts”, Mountain said. Kathleen turned heard and asked again. “You fucking listening?”, Kathleen demanded. “Memory of music and song. You’re idea of paradise.”, Mountain attempted.
Over the horizon a circle like saucer of secrets hovered in the distance. Silver glistening in the sun’s array postured over the highway. A sonic silence filled the void and boomed echoed as the saucer disappeared.
‘Did anyone else see that?”, Lucky asked? “No it’s the fucking LSD.”, Kathleen returned. “I was not prepared for this.”, Mountain chimed. “Who the fuck was. I just left the fucking invasion.”, Kathleen fired. “I want out of this fucking van Mountain’s poetry and Luckey’s fucking patchouli., Kathleen delivered.
Lucky stopped the van. “Your path is your destiny”, Mountain suggested. “See what I fucking mean he’s talking in verse all the fucking time.”, Kathleen fired. “Stay with us Kathleen our thyme is in peril your destiny is to be delivered.”, Mountain prosed. “My time, my time is gone. Gone like the stars of the of the……”, Kathleen attempted. “The ethereal void. Your mind will be cleared and you will have answer to question’s that remain.” Mountain hinted. “DIAMOND!”, Kathleen hollered out the van door.
“These people are fucking nuts.”, Kathleen shot opening the door and checking her left leg for the concealed peace. “I’m riding with Diamond. You two can spill rhyme and memory for the rest of eternity”, Kathleen said. “Remember the dream of Whitehorse and Yellowknife the native spirit has many forms and those are powerful images.”, Mountain offered.
Kathleen pulled her gun and sighted down the road cocked then uncocked. “If there’s a diner as you say Mountain lets get there before..”, Kathleen attempted. “Before the invasion of little green men in flying saucer’s.”, Lucky released. “What the fuck are you on blond the sixties were decades ago.”, Kathleen fired. “Yeah and the nineties are a decade away, don’t crash bitch”, Lucky returned. “OK enough patchouli for one lifetime I’m getting in the trans am.”, Kathleen delivered. “Don’t forget about Super Nova.”, Lucky returned. “Aw shit…..that bitch and her fucking white Russian tits.”, Kathleen returned. “Look climb back in and we put on some tunes you can chase the cocaine dream while Mountain lights his grass and we can pretend like it’s the eighties.”, Lucky suggested with a wink. Kathleen looked to the sky “Fuck! God?” and climbed back in the van.
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Super Nova pulled the visor and gently applied some color to her lips. She was fully equipped from head to bottom. With lips to kill and a figure for any time. “You like ladies?”, Nova asked not taking her eyes off the mirror. “Yeah ladies are alright.”, Diamond returned. “You see Nova’s skin?”, Super Nova asked. “Yeah.”, Diamond said. Super Nova took Diamond hand and rubbed in up down her silk and satin. “Nova feels better now and by the looks of thing’s so does Diamond”, Super Nova sighed and fixed her holster.
Diamond lit a smoke not smiling not talking just driving. “The cold will come and the armies of the world will unite or, or there will be a great war the end.”, Nova said pulling on her weapon tightening her boots. Diamond turned to the radio. “Avalanche was playing by the Winter”. “I am not Russian”, Nova delivered. Diamond flicked his smoke not turning from the highway and the fantasy. “I am Czechoslovakian…a Soviet defector.”, Nova delivered. “You’re not KGB?”, Diamond asked turning to the woman. “Oh I am a Super Nova KGB as far as my comrades are considered but I have another agenda on mind.” Super Nova delivered.
“So this weapon this weapon you’ve been talking about is a lie”, Diamond asked. “No. Nova does not speak lies. There is a weapon of great strength. My mission is to stop that weapon’s creation and end this war. After that Super Nova will be spy no more.”, Nova delivered.
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The green van at Luckey’s control turned in to the parking lot of the Road Kill diner. To her surprise Kathleen said nothing of the name. She seemed content for the moment with her powder and contemplations. Her identity and place in time being a mystery but a piece to the puzzle. As events are evident as the past her piece yet to be played. The obvious stress of her Identity and place in the void of this world her only connection being Diamond and Diamond’s only connection being of Kathleen.
The curtain of Propaganda and military lies makes her character believable as a time traveler and outer world fighter. Time travel not being possible tosses a copper penny of credit to her story and the man she calls Diamond. The words I speak are the truth’s I know and as my story is written as I remember, whoever eyes find the time to read the work of these ideas will bring time to my solace. The touch of an angel of human or maiden form of a lost void. We are traveler’s. Traveler’s of time, mind and space. Space being in distance of the earth and even stars for those who still look to them for the answer’s and solitude of peace. My question’s are relevant as they pertain to my writing. Will I be able to hold these characters together to reveal and greater truth beyond the fact of reality. As fantasy hold’s destiny in real world events and without the thought of the abstract nothing is possible.
The van came to a halt and parked. “Time to eat.”, came the voice I know as Lucky, breaking my thought and bringing back to the present. “I hope this place servers granola”, Kathleen called through the smoke in my mind. “Who’s a hippie now?”, Luckey’s voice I remember.
The trans am pulled up along side the van. Diamond with a cigarette in his mouth said “Quite a drive”, as Nova stepped out and fixed all her equipment. “Look’s like it’s time to eat”, Diamond said and winked at Kathleen.
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The traveler’s walked to the Road Kill diner opened the door as the bell rang and sat down to order. The saucer of secrets hovering in the back ground watching our every move. The waitress came to the table. Wearing a low covering skirt and bearing fine cleavage for a woman in her thirties. “My name is Tiffany. Here are the menus.” She winked and walked away with Diamond’s eyes.
“Can I get a cup of coffee?”,Diamond hollered after the Tiffany. Tiffany turned locked eyes on Diamond. And time stopped. The black and white picture issued the dance of lost lover’s of space and time. No mortal being watching just the thinking of the stars cosmos and the dead who believe in the lost gods. The fear of the moment and the memory of the test brought Diamond back to real time. And a coffee sitting in front of him. Diamond chased to see if Kathleen was still by his side. Lost in mind and memory and searching for something to say. Something that made sense and aligned time and reality back to his mind.
“Take a drink” Mountain suggested and Diamond did. The voices of the traveler’s came back to Diamond. “There’s no fucking granola on this menu.”, came Kathleen’s voice. “Looks like scrambled eggs for everyone.”, Lucky laughed. Diamond catching his breath stepped outside for a smoke. Mountain followed. The saucer for of secrets hovering in the North was all Diamond could see when he walked outside. Drawing on his smoke and starring. Mountain touched Diamond on the shoulder. Diamond turned to look Mountain in the eyes. “You see that?”, Diamond asked. Mountain not taking his gaze away from Diamond said. “And if I said yes would it be more real in your mind as I see what you see but see it not the way you believe.” “Dancing in the cosmos with the gods of antiquity and flying saucer’s are a choice neither fact or fiction. You are alright and the moment fades though you see as you believe.”Mountain delivered pulling on the piece pipe. Kathleen has visions of the Indian Spirit. You remember your past.”Mountain asked not knowing the answer.
Diamond turned to the North and saw no Saucer of Secrets. The past is all I know to forget. The St. Louis project the Government called it. No one survived. All was lost memory blood and reality.”Diamond delivered. “Reality is in the moment. Our time yet to be delivered. The loner is searching.”, Mountain attempted. “And the KGB have landed and are eating breakfast in a Diner in Devil’s half acre.
“Want some bacon and eggs?”, came Kathleen’s voice to Diamond mind. Diamond unclenched his jaw stopped to look at Mountain remembered his travel’s and what he believed to be real. “Tell them to scramble mine will ya”, Diamond said Hollering back at Kathleen. “Sugar”, came Diamond voice to Kathleen. “Sugar?” Kathleen asked. “Yeah sugar in my coffee. You said you like it black. No cream and the Sugar is for you.”, Diamond delivered flicking his smoke and stepping back inside with the memory on his shoulder. Love Tara by Eric’s Trip played on the diner’s speaker’s. As the hungry traveler’s ate scrambled eggs, bacon or maybe turkey bacon and coffee black, sugar, or cream. As Tiffany danced from table to table serving trucker’s and Hitch Hiker’s from other galaxies.
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“We must be moving,”, came Mountain voice through the scrambled words of the loner. “The loner is moving making his destiny and science his Mythology. “Nova has some news”, came Diamond’s voice. The table drew silent. “I have no news I Nova KGB and this weapon must me stopped. Diamond swallowed the last of his bacon and said nothing. “Who’s moving with who?”, Came Luckey’s voice as the traveler’s stood outside in the Morning glow on the sun’s array.
Diamond stood up and paused. “I want answers, answers of the now”. “This dream we taste my past being irrelevant to the co-ordinates of this reality and my lady Kathleen. “Being transported in time to a past I know only from the news. As I know we are searching for this loner this loner Basketball player who lost his wife. And is now developing a science we know nothing of. And this soothsayer Mountain who intends to have all the answers.” “I am no soothsayer I am a poet and songwriter. I have connections with the cosmos as I have traveled in mind and taste through the void of reality. The tale we weave is ours to write together or me as one as I have intentions to find the loner and learn of his science the words of the seer Venus as I know her I know her as lover in mind, time and fantasy suggest the word’s of Hell’s Kitten as the loner’s words to follow. The future being unwritten and the actions of these player’s being kinetic to the events of a story I wish to know and trust are my intentions. Obviously Nova has her intentions and the man Diamond has his as well as Kathleen. Lucky is a traveler whom I’ve traveled with on numerous occasion in mind, time and spirit. I believe she will understand and drive the van through the border where we may find time, solace and answer’s to the question we at this moment do not understand.
Diamond and Kathleen I pose to you the question where will you go and what will you do. As your connections with the reality of this time are fragile. You have memory’s of the future and your characters are complex although interwoven. You are free to disappear and find solace on this world in and direction you believe to be the truth. I believe you have purpose and your finding necessary to the ending I feel I am attempting to write. I promise nothing only the chance to the truth beyond the obvious and see a destiny that at this moment cannot be comprehended. I ask for companionship and trust. Free your mind and the rest will follow. And of Nova as she has hijacked the van with her intentions putting the inner poet of mind through challenge and sight of truth beyond which I anticipated. Nova has purpose in this story we are now writing together. As the Raven’s watch even if the party of traveler’s and separated I know the words of the poet will find answer to the riddles the riddler writes and questions the answer’s beg. Choice is ours and mind choice is to continue with Lucky to the border and find the loner.” Mountain replied.
“And if we find this loner what then?” asked Diamond. “I do not know at present though tomorrow the sun will rise and one more piece to the puzzle will be displayed and ours to place. “As you know I am KGB and this loner plays little to my intentions. I have knowledge and weapons being developed in the North of this continent. My intentions are to stop this weapon. I have found company with strangers as I am in a strange land. Nova will go to border of the North. My identification being Super Nova KGB will be my identification till time of the end of my mission.
“I have had visions of Native Gods as I slept in the Mountains beyond the bullshit of prose, Russian and a little hippie stench. I want to go the Northern Mountains, Yellowknife and Whitehorse. These spirits came to me and I believe there is a want in that destiny.”, Kathleen delivered. “We must be moving time is running”, came Mountains voice.
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Lucky turned the Key and the green Ram responded. Mountain entered at her calling. Super Nova, and the lady we know as Kathleen entered the trans am they appeared in and echoed the call of the Ram.
Mountain fumbled over the Radio. The weather the news seemingly overly cold. The wall of paranoia complexing the wall of metaphors. Heading North the Border. Leaving the south minute by minute tension of their mission spelling past present and future. The cold coming as the leaves turning falling metaphorically. The west breathing laboriously as the war of the cold promising to veil the iron curtain.
The radio announcing weather and information topically avoiding the paranoid moment. The government watching interpreting the truth for the listeners who have lost hope.
The Ram burning oil returning carbon to the air and ground. Mountain smoking and the engine singing the song of the highway. Optimistic Lucky pulled thyme from the collection of tapes gathered from hitch hikers and hippie mothers. Are you going to Scarborough fair was her selection and Mountains questions. Truth reminds not the delay was Mountains moment as the sun rose over the horizon like a familiar elevator a little claustrophobic.
LSD highway 66 crossing 99 threading the needle like magic to worthy. The cold of the air concrete angels and signs. Hypnotically moving north through the hallucination of thyme and unreal of what was reality.
Lucky weaving the memory through mind thyme and memory. The lights of the North pulling them to harbored borders of thought and Native spirits. The mind keen and the body perfectly molded by the rivers of thyme. Mountain exhaled the smoke of thought glancing at the side mirror and the past. Further up the Highway there is a Mansion called the Velvet Underground. They will help up pass the border in to Canada. There we find the loner and his science. Mountain exhaled.
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Dizzy from the memory of the world ending and the visions in her dreams of the North. Kathleen exhaled and looked to Diamond. Wondering about his psychological well being the reality of her own. Her only connection to the present. Memory being a blur she embraced the now. Kathleen may I ask came the lady known as Nova. What do you think now. Kathleen turning sarcastically looked the fully bodied Nova and said. Oh quoting poetry of Cohen. The Chelsea hotel, Marianne, Suzanne.
Cohen? He is your father? Nova implied. No Nova he is a Canadian poet who passed away today. He left his mark on poets and lovers from coast to coast. Today is the 11th of November the day we remember those fallen and living from war. Diamond said in a tone of clarity and cold reality.
My grandfather fought in world war two. captured by the Germans and put in a concentration camp. I would not be here today without that sacrifice.
And you madam Nova what do you think? Kathleen asked. Nova was little girl living under the rule of the soviets. It was my idea to escape and come to America and marry American man. Orphaned I was implanted in silicon valley to enhance my appeal to American men. Boys can be so silly. Nova is survivor from eastern Europe.
The KGB trust me. But Nova does not trust KGB. The American men and politicians ego can be seduced with lust and power and money. That is Nova’s weapon. The Soviets are a proud people forced to live under the rule of one thumb. That thumb holds the weapon Nova will stop.
Turning fallen leaves from the trees on the cold highway. The trans am from the 80’s a dark reality of Michigan fallen and paranoid. The muscle car a memory of American pride and freedom.
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Lucky and Mountain seduced by the highway, hallucination and states of dreaming were quiet. Minds wondering through state of conscience thought of thought to memory and memory. Mind to mind and body to body they traveled highway North to highway 2.
The Divine entity took the wheel as she does from time to time. Revealing visions posing question to the mind and spirit of the travel. On the left a women in tights pulled from Beverly hills walking a poodle wearing rolling skates choreographed in neon pink and purple from the savage garden looking sharp and sinless.
On the right a dancing bear pulled from the Iron curtain. Juggling balls from Juno’s beach. Speaking a languages westerners struggle to understand. Juggling the balls dancing evoking fear of the future and the consequence of the past. Harmless in dance but provoked defender and deadly confrontation. In aw the western watch the bear dance with misunderstood pride ready to protect the cubs concealed within the curtain.
A veil of raindrops falling on the windshield of the ram. Wiped by the wipers wiping. Cascading beading traveling at the course a gravity. A hallucination a moment to be interpreted and acted on cautiously. evidence revealing tampered by the laws of industrialization and the intentions to see through the distraction and distortion of acid rain.
Lucky pulled a zippo lighter from her canvas clutch. Embedded on the steel a lizard. Curved as time, memory and the highway. The king lizard the holy grail of the trip. The memory of sheltered mushrooms and clouds. Struck the flint to Mountains pipe and motivation. Who’s crying now by Journey echoed through the steel hollow green ram. Enchanted and woven by Luckey’s hand and rings of amber. Mountains thoughts and mind the green ram responded to the heart between them echoing confidence and strength through the bull.
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Kathleen fighting fatigue fell in and out of conscience. Memories of the past her present state and proposed future. Kathleen was a survivor never to shy from a fight. Smuggling people can’t be that different from smuggling weapons. Maybe the pay wasn’t as good but she was good at it. Concealing the evident walking and moving almost invisible unseen.
Diamond had the mind of a special forces soldier. Having escaped the war of 2020. Somehow turned back in time walking the United States in the 1980’s when the Soviets and US were locked in a cold war. Driving highway 99 North to his home country. With the OZ of his memory and present tense. He turned on the Radio to hear the morning news.
The radio echoing through the black Trans Am. The Americans just had an election. The people of the United States elected a new president. A billionaire business man. One promising change for the hard working American. The cold war was real and paranoia ran through the papers of the cities, promising an American first mentality. Home land security and religious scrutiny.
Outsiders would not be welcome. The illegal aliens would be deported as He promised. The Americans would as America would like to be American and privileged. Tensions in the Middle East were tense. Fighting terror was an excuse to handshake over the wall and the Iron Curtain. Diamond lit and smoke and embraced his present time Focusing on the Canadian border.
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Meanwhile in Toronto. The loner devastated with the loss of his love turned inward. Compelled to bring his life back he began his science. Developing a sentient being. Bridging his background in computer science, biology and botany.
Being highly representable in a large city, aka famous, the media took attention to his retirement from the game that made him so visible, basketball. Losing his wife was not easy and the media zeroed in on him his family and his affairs.
Rumors surged and surfaced of his mental stability and the audacity of his science experiment. A hobby scientist no turned his full attention to creating a sentient life that could hold the memories of a person and live forever.
Hell’s Kitten a singer in a punk band who was very political and sometimes said things that were controversial also living in Toronto, took to the idea of the loner and his science. Although jocks and musicians rarely connect in a sublime fashion this was an exception.
Singing against the nuclear bang believing in the loner were high on her agenda. Although we Canadians rarely received the same attention as American counter parts there is a culture a movement a pride.
When the global stage is listening we come across as humble directed and thoughtful. The largest border in global affairs belonged to the great white north and the US. Allies since the great depression and the war of 1712. Canadians find the Americans “Interesting” and the US sees us as an enigma of cold, beer, igloos and bad comedy. However we are rich in oil so that makes us attractive and hip with the south.
Chapter 44
As the Ram encroached on the North. The Rain to sleet then snow. The hydraulic wipers pumping holding the gaze of the driver and passenger captive. It happened but it was a long time ago. As the oak grows leaves changes comes again. Lucky and Mountain tripped through psychedelia euphoria and love.
The Ram an extension of their past a womb of memory and love. Crawling like the serpent of the south, the Mississippi, Petitcodiac and the tides of their bay. Serpentine crawling on the highway a caterpillar cocooned turning in to butterflies.
Mountain pulled on the pipe and gazed through the shield and the wind. Lights on the highway and slowed traffic. Gathered protesters and the oil company descended on Indian land like locus, digging the ground poisoning the wells and rivers of Native land.
Slowed traffic and police presence highlighted the burning fires of protest and the Native anger. The world was hungry. Hungry for power hungry for money. The land a victim of these crimes. The politicians and locus attempting to speak Native language and overshadow the Native logic.
Protectors of the land and water. The conflict burns. Sacrificing life for sacred land. It is an addictions. The white man feeding the Natives poison. Stripping their tongues and robbing their children Demonizing their language with the words of Christian god and white man thoughts.
Another global stain Lucky intoned and Mountain mentioned. The disease of he world. A cry of a girl. Observers in this protest the Ram the snake crawled through the fires shamed by the hand of greed helpless and hard to breath as Lucky and the serpent weaved.
Chapter 45
Somewhere behind the wall politicians were plotting. Assembling cabinets and positions people to pull by their strings. In an age of corruption power and money blinds. Espionage and the double agent ease dropped behind the wall.
Hungry for oil hungry for power. The words contorted by lust and greed. Big brother could here the whispers of the mind. The drone of thoughts echoing of the wall and communication satellite. The posture of the east the posture of the west and the vulnerable in the middle. Echoing a wordless communication the powers mirrored a common interest power and money power and money.
Entertained by the news and dumb luck. The candidates of power held their cards with the poker face of a prostitute on Christmas. The immaculate bribe. Winking like jocks in a locker room. Talking freely and signing like a catcher to a pitcher. We need a bigger military. We need to encroach on the cold war with power and intimidation. It was not time to evolve but sit in carbon fuels. This was the drum in the steps. Talking in code, portioning the chess pieces brilliantly to their liking.
We can get along. Although I do not speak Russian and my Real estate remains psychologically under water. My tax credit was not mentioned in chapter 11. The cold war was warming east would meet west and clumsy steps to fortune were told by the teller.
Talk was so cheap right now. The prostitute was particularly on fire. Guiltless and immaculate. Shuffling papers like a dealer in an Indian casino. No one would know. The thought of easy cash easy women and a populace desperate for a hand. Blue collar crime met white collar paper. The father would listen and endow power, bless the sins and the city. The children would inherit the tower. Nuclear food and the bomb would drop. No one listening but big brother and the drones invisible to touch and taste.
Chapter 1313
Somewhere in the Pentagon and hexadecimal logic of home land security. The CIA got word of the Loner’s science experiment. Considering it a threat to National Security they hacked the private mail server of his landed equipment. They began collecting data secretly without his knowing and determining if an X basketball player from Toronto was a threat to security.
The being he was creating in their mind gave an unfair advantage in the office betting pool. A sentient being that was fueled by sound and had no carbon footprint made the military feel uneasy.
Being from a foreign Country and worried about random acts of terror between the folk lore of random acts of kindness they bugged his Apple and tapped his phone. The internet being in its infancy gave novice hackers the advantage.
The Windowed fire wall was wide open. The security features and sense of well being that Blackberry brought to the table had not yet been developed.
His Android was gaining attention on National news. A Science Fiction project that no one believed was his destiny. In a free an open society he developed without knowing of the CIA’s paranoia.
Code named the Conway pipeline the loner was now on the no fly list and watch list of the federal agents. All the while the Kremlin salivated. Nothing was now no more secure than King’s typewriter.
Chapter 1314
The van and its passengers now being upstate in the country of York. It was the middle of winter and cold. The rain turned to ice. Building up on the wires of power and the polls of popularity. The sitting power of the state saw nation wide outages. The news was stalled and the climate of politics changing.
The populace sitting in cold houses ventured for fuel and lined for gas at the stations of power. The trees leaning with the weight of the cold begged for the warmth of coal the industrial revolution. Without power they had no voice without voice they had no freedom.
We need to evolve to change the grid of power to renew the present and prepare the future. Stock looking very south a festival of sound an orgy of thought brought memories of Ginsberg and the Road. Closet junkies fed on the news. Wall street injecting highs and lows the shirts and ties tripped from trend to trend.
Dreaming of vacations in Cancun before the wall would erect paid for by bonds, paper and plastic. Internet pirates mocked the security of the establishment. Stealing data and stopping traffic. Pearl jammed beyond 10 and King Jeremy had spoken ghost riding on a Harley. Bombers riding shot gun in the sky of a proposed no fly zone between the border of religion and paranoia.
Mountain rolled tobacco drinking 2 hour old coffee looking for an epiphany or metaphor for the cold. The van warm echoing carbon through the climate dripping oil on the highway. We are stardust billion year old carbon. Evolution and Darwin locked in a dance as God guns and government fought to survive. Mountain the consequence of ancient glaciers rhymed and rolled through time.
Chapter LI
Mountain turned his gaze to the stars. The Gods took time out to watch the battle of the GRID IRON. The battle of the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA featured the Patriots and the Falcons. The God Saturn and his Goddess wife Juno turned their attention to the Astro Turf. Putting the cold war on hold for a least a few hours.
The Grid Iron rarely being a place for political stars and politicians featured some of Earth’s brightest and finest. The Gods laying down their power of vito and Divine intervention watched only and did not intervene.
Watching their Television the Gods were entertained by the creativity of the Television and high market commercialism. The Falcons, birds of prey took an early half-time lead over the stunned Patriots. Cheering from the animal kingdom could be heard in the Zones of unaffected climatization. Stunned by the early push of the line of reality the Patriots huddled in the cold of their locker room.
The no fly zone had the falcons high and free permitted by the laws of the land to enter the astro of Houston. King Brady who uttered in a fashion of Caucasian cuss we have a problem and attempted to remove some air from the Falcons pig.
The Lady was permitted to take the stage at halftime and entertain the populace despite her political views and views on Gender equality and homosexuality. JUNO the goddess played her hand and lit the Lady’s lights while she danced between the laws of man and beast. Singing in thyme to a reason in and out of time.
The ex cheerleader and the home of the braves biggest supporter turned this way and that while shielding her children from the fear of being exposed naked published and fired as the apprentice. Still deadly at the hips the center bent to snap.
Offshore wells and betting casinos had their favorites. Casting odds to the shore that was now racially just and a field that was free from corruption and the odd fumble. King Brady sat in the pocket of cash good looks and envy and began to turn heads and make the Kingdom tones of cash and bling.
The Falcons stunned after being to permitted to enter thanks to the Judges orders canceling the no entry began to feel the heat as King Brady began to find loop holes in the law. Putting the game tied and in to overtime where blue collars work to feed their children and make honest livings.
Though a team game Brady managed to find the eye of the needle time and again eventually overcoming the Falcons expected acceptance of the Title only to turn back to their homeland stunned and grounded.
The patriots lined for the flash bulbs of the papers and fact checking news, heros and champions of the Grid Iron. MVP for Brady while Juno wondered but did not question. There would be another 100 years war to replay the moment over and over. The Gods turned back to the cosmos to celebrate the pagan game and roast the swine in the Patriots honor.
Chapter 150
The van and the trans am traveling north to the border hoping to enter a foreign country. Montreal had claimed itself a sanctuary city for Asylum seekers was not far now and the destination of the tired travelers.
A Saucer of foreign soil came in plain view of the of The Mountain and the girl Lucky. Hovering over the highway foreign and un-American and landed on the highway. Fugees of a foreign land targeted the united states a new hope and land of opportunity. Now unwelcome by the air breathing administration and out of cosmic fuel were now on foot.
A file of aliens of color and religious diversity exited the saucer. Green, brown blue and the ancient greys. Landed in the middle of winter and hoped to enter the sanctuary of Canada before immigration had them deported.
Imagining a phish or grateful dead concert where reality came to grips with psychedelic costumes of purple the future past green skin and a communal ideology. Lucky exited the van and felt the vibration of the earth moving the bubbles blowing and the dancing of the children of the 60’s.
Mountain lit the pipe and offered the poetic ideas of conversation and peace. The aliens accepting the offer smiled in purple pink and blue and pointed to the forest. The Ancient trees crystallized in ice and snow offered a path beyond security for the traveler’s hoping for a backstage pass to the grateful dead show and the uncontaminated waters were phish tripped.
Leaving the cocoon of the green ram and scaring reality of the trans am the travelers tripped through deep snow frost bite and hope. A frozen river of thought to aliens who had only dreamed of frozen free water supported their hopes a free world and an accepting culture.
Signs suggesting welcome to those who had struggled warmed the bodies and freezing extremities the desperate risk. Crossing the border at night to see the sun rise smiling and the city’s cold grey sky scrapers nested within the Mountain real. The heart of the city open to culture and diversity. The high drama mania of truth about to begin.
Chapter “Freedom”
The caravan of freedom searchers now firmly cold and across the Canadian border began to see the lights. Dog’s barking and the sound of foreign voices accompanied by flash lights and shadows. I hear voices came the first lady we know as Supernova. They are coming we must hide in the shadows. Out of the shadows came the Canadian border patrol and not only the Canadian border patrol but the French Canadian border patrol these are the events as they unfolded although poorly documented in a pre digital world.
Mademoiselle excuse moi mademoiselle ou vasez vous. C’est maitenant froid in 5 heure au matin. The caravan of freedom searchers and tapestry of many colored aliens shocked with the reality of a strange language were stunned with the fact of a french canadien enforcer. Mountain who’s mother tongue was LSD was taken aback by the french men and his accent and moustache attempted to quote pose and poetry to no avail. There was a slight anxiety in the band.
Es ce que ils y a quelqun key me dit se que se passe. A slight silence overcame the wilderness. Oui je mappelle Kathleen. Vraiment Kathleen je suis Inspector Lecluso vous pouvez me dit avect raison comment vous est ici. Oui inspector mais m’excue mon francais c’est un peu comment peu vous dit tres chaude. Tres chaud Kathleen? Oui pas comme le tempete mais comme ma couer. Lecluso stood back thought in french “obviously” and said “vien avec moi”.
The border patrol began rounding up the visitors. To the panic of the illegal aliens. The forces of good ebbed in the shadows. Je ve le voir tes document et identification said Lecluso. Kathleen translated with a warm heart to the band that the border patrol wanted identification and documents of which no one had any except the first lady Spy Super Nova who’s documents were Russian. Needless to say there was tension.
Mon dieux sacre blue. To which Kathleen eyed the inspector blushed and blinked seductively and said Oui? On a des personnes ici qui est en cours a Montreal illegal. Oui mes monsieur Lucluso on es en un passage de chase soud terrain. Les legal des Etats Unis ne permet pas les visiteur du pays d’auntre sable. On es a research de refuge et terre egal. Puis si je peu dis l’etats Unis on changer le plan medicine et on a des maladie avec comment je peu dix des pre-existing conditions. Vraiment Kathleen on a des place de re-chauffage. Tu vais gellez dedans le bois en d’hiver vien avec moi au centre ville.
The band some what stunned at what happened stumbled in to winter jackets and hot cars to the city of Montreal for immigration and processing. Did I hear they legalized pot came some ones voice but iphones yet to be hacked and created couldn’t bother to evoke the idea of Big Brother hearing and seeing everything. Aux Canada la sante est la droight pas un option dix lecluso. Typos and grammar mistakes aside that is to the best of recollection as it happened. Redistribution is strictly encouraged and permissible by the free a fair air act of Canada.
Chapter “Another Brick in The Wall”
Meanwhile back in Toronto things were heating up. The huskies were now contending for a coveted home court advantage spot. The loner continues his research under the eyes of the CIA, nfa, the mental and sexual care act as the leader of the First Nations burned the shredded evidence of Colonial schooling and the hidden curriculum.
The secret path known as the underground gave insight to the protest of poets social underlings searching for reason. The hand of power gazed at the children and Allah watched as his children danced in angel dust under the rule of hypocrisy.
Protest rock was big in the 60’s, the 70’s was a disco thing and the 80’s brought the digital age. Digital information the passing of information through data. The free world was at war with information. Mainstream media battle Main street for credibility as the socialites of Hyper Text mark up looked to the sky of a google stars with the sunglasses inherited from future aliens and saw big brother watching them.
Hell’s Kitten the loner’s only connection to love and reality sang protest songs and laughed at the established. Money meant nothing. Life was fragile the huskies eyed the playoffs and a new star emerged as northern white lightning threatened to strike the prairies and set the grass a fire.
Saturn the god of fertility taunted his wife with lightning strikes as another brick in the wall crumbled. Juno took time out for a music festival as the Whitehorse grabbed a cameo in the arms of an angel. The red tribe tripped and danced in an electric pow wow as bell owning the broadcast rights cast the shadow of native gods through the televisions of the north.
The women shined like a thousand points of lights gazing as another planet forming in a Galaxy far away. The rights to education and clean water proved more important than an entrepreneurial spirit the men obviously owned. The voices of thousands chanted the sex change of parliament as the senate scandalized an Indian attempted to hyperbolize. A basket of deplorable laughed at the lady of the house who was forced to live with the circumstances of hyper text mark up insecurity.
In his lab the loner fought the tears of the old laughing lady a scientist millionaire with a computer attempted to created a life and create the perfect emotion chip. Bi-polar weather brought the news to new heights and lows as the world ebbed and flowed.
The virus was information as it passed from hand to hand. Encrypted and decrypted by the SS everyone was being watched. The first Casio digital calculator watched the blacks and white news print as students cheated on their math exams ignoring the call of duty in favor of an colonial education.
The loner breathed and Hell’s Kitten exhaled as protest rock took a hint from the 60’s as the Baby Boomers dropped retirement in favor of chemical enchantments a total recall remake as girls of the 80’s implanted silicone in the valley where the glass ceiling killed jobs with a window.
A crowd was gathering as the law attempted to evolve to shelter and protect nation to nation regardless of color skin or Cree. The mail room busy as the outlook of electronic mail took a fraudulent hit from a demon mailer undelivered from conscious to conscious. We were being watched but by who.
Chapter Korea
Big brother now shifting his attention to the KOREAN peninsula where tensions were high. The North Koreans threatening more testing of nuclear weapons and the US under the guise of paranoia was preparing to intercept. The cold war had been long and for the most part cold. With minor instances of Nuclear winter.
The Iron curtain proudly waving in the spring of winter hid suggestions the West the could only imagine through technological advancement and security of things people were sure were secure. Spy satellites from east and west clashed for attention in the news where plastic surgeons soared in the brackets of tax through boob jobs and silicone was only the beginning of that weapon. Space Invaders evolved through the PAC-MAN pills and the synthesized sounds of novice programmers.
The Huskies of Toronto with one foot in the playoffs and one win behind them entered the State of Milwaukee ambushed by the Greek Freak who was obviously genetically superior to the next best dinosaur.
Darwin had a way of setting the fossils in the ground. It was survival of the fittest. The meek would starve and the loner mourned for his game his chance and the supreme leader taunted and tilted at the brim of nuclear populace laced with eastern thought.
The psychology of the North was facialled by the Joe Buck Johnson. A derailment of confidence lie in the rails of the organization. We the North an uprising of hips and hops in the culture of the Country shedding the cold. The players shocked by the spring the hunger of the bucks and the flood of long range ballistic testing. Like a deer in lights of trucker, dazed and confused.
The loner tuned in to see the disaster painted on the faces of his brothers as the Native Land ebbed and flowed to the boss that was nature. It was North Vs South. Socialism Vs Capitalism. Genetics of their mother lands and fire of democracy. The south about to steal the north’s milk money. Buddha feeding Christ and the resurrection over.
Chapter “The Walking Dead”
The player turned loner and scientist turned to the play of the cold. The huskies now a memory in playoff lore to the hand of the Cavalier. Toronto was now in search of a cultural shift. The identity was evolving in a strange brew of legalized dope, hip hop, electronica and fossilized legends of sport paranoia and the legalized process and immigration of the great one.
1984 brought the loner to his science of creating a being that fueled from sound. The countries largest city was a motley of culture and a safe zone for the brotherhood. The sisterhood should also be mentioned as the angry mother ship navigated the tumultuous waters of politics and the ceiling of the tower known as CN.
Reruns of Star Trek, Space Balls, John Candy and Rick Moranis brought the canucks to their knees. The spy who shagged the 70’s was about to be frozen. The double agent took a double, double searching for an identity that was Country of wild rose, frozen and intelligence flooded spring of a Country.
Cross border shopping was mad. As the wise old owl played mister dress up to a foray of curious fox where we new our children were safe. Switch Back to the Scientist who craved the music of Hell’s Kitten. An icon of rock and roll patrolling the Bay and the street. On the wrong side of the Hudson river the Canadians pulled for their populace in Hollywood as the FBI ease dropped on the loner’s latest evolvement. The positronic electronic sound that moved the neurotransmitters through the almost sentient being was being investigated. The secret service tapped the lab out of fear and paranoia as the head of the FBI was fired by a Billionaire President sparring with a poet Prime Minister as bon cop bad cop climbed from the ground to the great pine. Bringing softwood to the table as MOAB was now only a night terror in the fields of county rich in wood and wild flowers.
Hell’s Kitten singing against the nuclear bang of the 80’s independently sang club and bar North and South of the border walking the Devil’s sidewalk effortlessly. The paranoia ebbed through the senate as the oilers cleaned the sand of fossilized man. The loner looking for himself in drops of Jupiter anticipating the dance of the milky way peaking in the high tides of May.
“Montreal in the mid 80’s”
The gang now in downtown Montreal after being processed with the immigration process were now landed immigrants and citizens of Canada. The digital age was upon us. Saint Catherine Street was lined video arcades, strip joints, peep shops and the motley of inter-co-related English and French. Time after time the punk pop movement, hair spray and died hair gave the youth a way of rebellion and the Ozone a reaction.
Kathleen being fully processed and now a citizen with identity spotted a Pharma Prix. The rock machine made their presence known as the angels watched with intention. It was 6:47 am on Tuesday and the city was waking and billowing as the monarchs migrated. The black butterfly an evolution of the industrial revolution lured the poets of Montreal. The morning trains commuted from the vein of existential suburbs to the heart of downtown.
Dazed and confused the ‘fugees walked the streets to the drum of buffalo soldiers. Young politicians and artists in the making filled the metro with hope on their migration to Universities French and English. With pen and paper pulled from the past Mountain scrawled the words of birds sharing the lonely view of acid jazz and hemp cigarettes. Diamond chained rolled hand made cigarettes and blue and drew the notes of his blues through his marine band harmonica for black coffee. Super Nova frisked and un-frisked her equipment a European child in a city of immigrants and western politics. Lucky the only one with any credibility un holstered her visa and motioned to The Queen Elizabeth Hotel.
Tired, traveled and coming down the motley crew entered the lobby. Lucky took it from here and rented three hotel rooms on the 14th floor. Riding the elevator learning to fly as what goes up must come down the doors opened to the hall of the 14th and the travelers crashed on king and queen size beds.
Mountain dreamed alone while the presidents of the United States echoed three doors down. Murmuring in their sleep as the fear of the cold whispered through the vine of communication. Pigeons twittered high behind the mask of the British Monarchy. Late at night and early in the morning. The news barely audible carrying the idea of masked terror and Shakespeare’s knife. The crusade of the Holy Lands brought oil and the spices of the mid east to the forefront of British democracy.
An Oasis of the desert was a wonder wall a champagne super nova in the streets of Manchester. Frozen with terror the cold didn’t sleep. The bombs and guns assisted the suicidal extreme of religion. The far right confronted the far left. The East gazed the West and world trade fell in circumstance. The French Prime Minister sparred with the English Monarchy and the crimes of Christianity. Mountain riddle in the dark as the voices of the sleeping people bombed Germany with colonies of refugees.
The chancellor welcomed the homeless in a destabilized Europe ebbed with the terror of uncertainty. A division in the far right as globalization took a turn for mother nature batting home run after home run for the populace of the planet and an America playing a game without time.
Chapter Canada’s 150
The CIA now in full bloom paranoia symptom 3 zeroed in on the Russians the Canadians and the loner in Toronto. The Prime Minister in Ottawa lit the pyro techno fireworks of a Nation celebrating 150 years as a nation of immigrants, pioneers of Cabot, St. Laurent and the pagan lore of Vikings ravaging the coast of Newfoundland.
A nation 150 years young contempt with democracy, law and an economic certainty. The original inhabitants of the Country divided with the history of their culture and the genocide of their Genesis. The Baby Boomers who danced in the 60’s retired in their 60’s. The cultural socialized youth and inherent generations peaked with millennial’s the X’ers and Y’ers bubbled in the pot of legalized sexual diversity, economic indifference and globalization relaxed a little.
Rebel voices echoed in the houses of parliament as law struck Verdict and veracity and innocence lost and man became men, woman became women. Immigration was paranoid as the aliens sought habital and accepting lands.
Sir John A rocked in his chair and smoking his pipe coughing ‘for the lucrative taxes of his tobacco. The urban streets of king and queen rolled on pain killers and traded beaver for powder keg of the European disease. The religions were challenge by their youth as the clergy aged and attempted to reform god as an entity evolved thought ripe with violence and false promise.
The loner nearing his science as science was magic and magic was misunderstood until the babies of the boomers generated science X and legalized dope while tech giant sold pods to the populace to communicate as Kirk and Spock fought for identity beyond the fiction of space philosophy.
The loner’s science moving at warp speed put him on the watch of the CIA as the Eve angelical created and ate another apple in a flawless park of opiates and afghan terror. Winter took a few months off as the Russian bear laughed at the star spangled banner and Canada increased defence spending. Logic and law tempted the Einstein’s A Bombs and the peace process of poetical saints and literary art of a nation well known for acceptance and its group of 7. Can Con imposed its will on waves of Olympic Plaza Calgary and the Nickelback reasoned with murdered drugged and missing aboriginals.
Captain Canada spared with his American counter part. Captain basketball took another night off and the loner crushed zero’s and ones creating an android to hold his thoughts and emotions feeding of the sound of the populace looking for a hero in the night a motley creation to give hope to the hope full and cash for the CEO’s of capitalism. A hero who would write for the classes and descendants of man and woman. The children would have a place to play and the bank would stay open all night long. Paying his hydro bill off the stock of his premature professional retirement.
“Chapter Call Center Muse”
Somewhere in New Brunswick the call centers went silent. A mass cellular outage crippled communication of the Easterners causing hallucinogenic carnage. Texting, sexting and exam cheating went on hiatus. The cellular attack was obviously the result of the Premier Colluding with the Russians. CISIS and emergency services attempted a big brother type cover up.
The silent generation to cool and hip with information technology saw through the smoke and haze of the talking Bell trying to keep it quiet. The hipsters maintained their composure. The beards grew a little while losing a little more off the top. Credit checks and street smarts kept the Café’s busy in European style down towns.
Main street and Robinson’s court smoked up with the daily paper outsourced by the Times. Morning traffic moved with hustle of migrating Algerians. The soup kitchen poured with the tongues of Ala, God, and the Mountain.
An underground commerce of pills, smokes and hash fueled the socialites of the street. Welfare checks and subsidized housing wasn’t enough for the Lady of the Night haunting St. George and High. Mad Mad Mona Lisa painted song, street and piano. Mountain’s LSD echoed the Dead profits of the French revolt and near riot of Lefebvre.
Sally’s underground Garage threatened the Divorcees with Bankruptcy. The Sunset un-renovated echoed with the voice of Highfield Square and caffeine. Half filled bottle’s of inspiration filled the windows and the local Elvis impersonator.
Cobble stone queers danced on Queen while the Triangle fiddled to Doctor Dylan and the French Quarter. Stoned immaculate in Victoria Park entranced the Undoer while Eric’s clothes tripped at the Laundry Mat.
Jager and the Giant dropped Bombs at the paramount to Weirdo punks never seen or head from since. Peter Parker pounded the keys and Mary Jane applied for lipstick. The economic crash of Bay and the Mud River Mayhem attempted to breath Le Noise back to back alley’s of Downtown. Mountain had been here and the Road pointed to the prosperity of the province.
Casino’s and the addicted prayed to swinging bells as Kamikaze vets welcomed the Japanese Sushi and pearl of Fundy. Apartment 19 dealt grass, hash and LSD. A place to crash while gone daddy gone payed the rent. Mountains Genesis and Luckey’s promise looked west. The Wanderer played cocaine and Cash up and downtown. The Mac truck tolled justice for all and a trailer full of change and purple’s heart. CN cut town and the tracks cut the city in half. Oak park bowed the arbour of hope cast song and death of ADHD.
“Pot of Gold”
The pen being more mighty than the sword swayed the idea of a queer Monarchy. The butterflies prepared for the migration south as the geese honked veered in air traffic. The air traffic controllers redirected jets to Newfoundland as mayhem rocked North America.
The bomb flexed and pumped performance enhancers to a mirror existential to the genesis of Venice and Miami prepared for golden girls and guys of retired Canadian professionals. Water filled the canals in a romantic onslaught of wind and raining bullets courtesy of Lee Harvey Oswald. Texas crude pumped and drowned in the greed of its own appetite.
No one suspected mother nature to confront father nature. Throwing orgasmic hurricane as the water rose and fell with the blushing cheeks of virginity turned hoar. Jesus Christ born savior lived en-mass as the steeples bargained for salvation as Hitler took a lethal dose and the holy rollers gambled for their clothes.
The loner in his lab conducted his science. The huskies of Toronto played a lack luster off-season failing to add key components to the roster and losing heart and soul to free agency. Hell’s Kitten continued to sing against the nuclear bang and agreed to meet the loner in cyber space in the newly name Scotia Centre.
The Huskies howled at the moon in heat and ready to breed. How in the hell did we outlive and out run the Raptor. Fossilized thought buried law and logic in the halls of Rideau. The Canadian’s mere spectators of the nuclear sport condemned the acts of Shakespeare and the knife in Brutus’ back.
The president of the united states danced with the golden bear and crashed on his economic course of trade. NAFTA, the beaver facing the way of the buffalo taxed the earth as powder finger killed another brave.
The nuclear wind of the 80’s blew through the leaves of the ending summer. Students returning to class and universities began choosing majors. Computer Science majors needing upper level sciences in between swishing basketballs got naked and baked before Botany 4000 and studied the hydroponic breeding of plants and trees. Eight Thirty Monday morning in Ganong Hall brushed with commerce, nuclear medicine and the captain quitter. The frosh hypnotized with academic fear took notes and stats from upper class men intent on the initiation.
“The Shot Clock”
The fall coming to conclusion that winter was colluding with the idea of snow shook and stuttered with the south in disbelief. Evidence of summer blowing in the wind and the loose leaf of the special prosecutor known as the law of nature handed sentence to the shadowy history of democracy. Campaigning under way for future of veracity and embellished bribery echoed the minor touching of Nixon and the children of the 60’s.
Embattled woman en-tour de force hung man after man for unwanted advances kissing and touching of parts and continents to be placed on sanction of money, laundering and unwanted cross border shopping.
Remembrance Day passed and remembered by living veterans while the Youth watched in silence as their grandfathers bled in the rows of poppies blowing in the graves lined by row and row.
The call of duty bringing the children to the zones of war through questionable gaming of a history known as the war before three still searching for the justification of the slaughter. Now in a digital age, educators sought new philosophies of pedagogy for children bored with math and the scientist.
For all science and places where dreams met reality Canada was the epicentre of commerce, cultural integration and the hoop dream. The Huskies with their shoes now in the regular season were a motley of men from around the world. Pushing the idea of law and allowing the game to evolve.
The loner intent on his science watched intently as the Huskies faced accusation and challenge of moral integrity beyond the courts of the west and seeking a truth the North would welcome and remain free.
Science and fiction touched the imagination of the children. Heroes were created, and generations were born. The loner remained alone developing a body that was free from hunger free from disease. A body that would live forever. A body created with the Intel of science, silicone and plant life. A body that could hold the memories of his mind and carry out the will of his science for a populace in search of truth beyond the houses of parliament and the spectrum beyond black and white.
Chapter “Rumors
The news now coming from the North Pole and South Pole, kept the CBC warm and Montreal cold. Having now passed immigration the gang got back on track. The loner the weapon and this cold war were making headlines from east to west. The papers read in black in white NUCLEAR proliferation was decades away as the Continent was knee deep in The war on the cold.
Mountain took liberty of his peace pipe and breathed with the carbon of the forsaken and healed. Kathleen had a hundred bucks tied to her garder belt. Not saying anything about it. Luckey’s plastic had about a grand. Nova was paranoid, paranoid of the cold and this weapon the KGB threatened. Intrigue was off he charts and local coffee shops brimmed with X Files.
The Van and trans am were gone. A distant memory of the war at the border. Milking every penny of thought the president conspired with his foreign diplomat. The red chamber inhaled soberly and secondly the smoke of the 60’s and exhaled. The senate would back the ruling and immigration of Canadian Geese were offered retirement in Miami.
Slurring through the snow the White House welcomed the diversity of species as Canadian Geese passed over head sharing their thoughts from a hundred feet up. Sussex drive ran with the indie film, gaming and music while Hollywood pushed its will on the young at heart with echoes of Sky Walking elk. Who were not to be fed by the hand of man.
The echo system of the beaver threatened to Close the Hudson and pipes were used for different things. The Gang was segregated In homeless shelters awaiting permanent affordable housing. West Jet beckoned with the boomers and landed in European holidays resurrecting the peace offering of the Colonial shift.
Mountain scrolled and scribbled in his thoughts the ideas of the loner and the prophecy of the people. The mid East percolated with division as the war that was saw tickled the man behind the Iron Curtain. Mountain blowing smoke rings through the leafless trees welcomed the snow and the purity of the ice. A reality check of the season and ringing bells of the salvation and the army. A snow flower and the star in the sky fought for the ideals of birth, genesis and the home for the homeless. The ‘fugees found a home in a foreign Country called Canada free to practice basketball and religion in peace.
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“The secret chord”
Making their way from the shelter known as Nazareth where not a creature was stirring not even a Mouse Diamond, Mountain and the three wise women parted for the sign in the sky.
Shining burning bright like a Diamond in the Sky. Billowing smoke of populace cabs from mars and the donkey of gods humility. They walked through populace ice and desert of snow. With gifts to share, incense, cocaine and the Nuclear Bomb. St. Catherines street lined with whores and the homeless lit the opera in the sky with the red lights of hell. Downtown, uptown and the burbs. The Spirits of poets passed nodded to the wise women, Diamond and Mountain to the voice of the writer, “Hallelujah”.
The cops in full force unveiled by the madness of social segregation and the fighting of the gift. Marched in a dance on Main and Queen to the sounds of Les miserables. South side story pondering to the bringing of Hell’s Kitten to The Loner in time of maculation of skin touch and miracle. The star fell in the North where the Saint Known only as Nicholas recovered.
It was time for the delivery the sunset was passing and boy’s and girls anticipated the crowning of the morning. NORAD anticipated the job of CSIS to see things that only the privileged were able to witness.
The man in red met by Canadian CF 18’s nodded to the inexplicable of the moment to the sex of the vixens and heir apparent were off for delivery.
To the children the Saint’s delivered belief and the Loner the star in the sky. Untouchable, Naive and brave a miracle.
a little later ……….
2017
New Years was big real big and cold. The parties that were not canceled by the cold brimmed with sexual collusion and vodka. Russian Vodka the martinis were shaken not stirred as time zone after time zone rang in the passing of one year and dawning of the new. The CN tower scraped the sky and lit the night in color. A phallic pleasure in the dark lit sky.
Montreal cooled after the orgasm like a shy one after an orgy. The digital documentation of Bay street fought the virgin threat of a cyber war. The weapons the government was building was super, super and sonic. Nova knew that above all she knew that.
The loner alive with implanted star material danced and fed off the sound of the music. Dancing atop the city where Hell’s kitten met him. They danced and danced. The creation now born feeding off sound bought the attention of the CIA.
Misunderstood the CIA and FBI put him on the watch list. Computer’s were hacked and communication of the sub-world slowed. Fear and Paranoia rocked the Television. Fear of the unknown paranoia of the cold. A cyber war was escalated through star city. The city below Moscow built during the war. The Kremlin would function beneath the ground and control the satellites, weather and the inter-net.
The huskies in second place in the East battled the cold represented the Countries largest city. Bringing gifts and support to the privileged. Edgetts Landing froze. The house hump backed the whales were talking beneath the static X of the diamond sea. Kids skipping school and sick of trying to be cool sang to mother and asked if they would really drop the bomb.
The Balkans shivered in the cold and instability of misunderstood borderlines. The soviets salivated as Bannon wrote lie after lie, insulting the administration and the daughter of the apprentice. The off season wasn’t as bad as the loner first interpreted proving the messiah right once again. The young would evolve and inherit renewable energy in-spite of the Raptor’s spasm and fossilized records. The carbon footprint and laundered fossil fuel led the trail all the way to the tower and the song. Name dropping and all-star voting became the new norm.
“Mocking”
March 2nd 1985. Yesterday the Russians released evidence of their new weapon mocking the boomers and Canadian geese retired in Florida. A super sonic weapon unstoppable of NATO, Adams apple and the androids of 2010. Artificial intelligence taunted the evolved and driver less cars were dreams. The NRA rapped on automatic weapons as cold as the cold war was automatic weapons shot by paranoia took centre stage as High School journal keepers challenged government and the established.
Punks pierced and dyed their hair in protest of the legislation. Viet Nam vets shyed from the crime of communism and graffitied trains, subways and best selling novels.
The Huskies of Toronto now sitting at number one in the east put them in the hunt. The ides of March shadowed the house in white as the race motleyed the news and space travel was privatized. Chaos called the news at mach 12 in the morning.
The FBI called the offense an indict left them questioning and accusational. The Russians smeared the face of the book with proposed Propaganda and interference. Fake news reported on real news and white power flexed its muscles behind the hoods and jail cell mirrors. Freedom of speech and the right to bare arms empowered the women in office. The evangelist tested heaven as god signed bill after bill to the dream team. Segregation and equal pay gave the hunters hope in a Nation of the Brave testing bullets and the courts in council of a fair trial. Missing sisters threatened flood and the power of the rivers for the sake of the original people.
The loner danced as a sentient being created through pop culture, botany and computer science. Hell’s kitten sang time after time red haired and grateful of the dead. Protesting the nuclear bang as mass en mass filled the hall and the cocaine cowgirl powdered her nose.
Chapter “Social Security”
The Book was breached and the creator was really sorry. The secret posts were harvested and sold to the Russians. Scotland yard faced the poison pill and the cold sent pre Easter storm’s across the east. Rasputin road high in the election of his own democracy and taunted the prime minister.
Rideau hall echoed with the laughs of your parents prime ministers. Echoing the history of war one and two. Paris and the prairies flat lined to booming generations and the vistas of Italy bore the promise of flower over the blood of the roman empire.
The loner was ambushed in his lab as he was sending sentient memory to the being just created. The CIA stopped the process out of fear and paranoia the being could be used as a weapon. The being died before the transfer was complete and was hid in a secret base up in Alaska.
Generation X KGB were poisoned as the tower watched in silence. The affair was stormy and the women involved learned through the media and cable television. The motley of fools echoed lies and truths through the media and socialization got digital. Sharing was the epidemic of the 80’s. Tainted blood and unprotected sex. The book punished those and the immunity was attacked.
Paranoia rocked sex and the holy condoms of firewalls. The BLACKBERRY picked at a spot in the farmers window as the android begged for personality and Tunes. Music of the Generations digitized the records and fed the being’s fuel cells. Hell’s Kitten was raped and killed by some darkness unseen. The investigation went on as another murdered and missing went unnoticed.
Protest rock lost another voice. The house painted white tainted the established with glorified embellishment of silicon’s size. The tree of morning doves basked in the light of a dawn as another pedophile looked in the park and drooled over the faces of the naive. The creator updated his status as smaller crimes went unnoticed. The apple unpicked now monetized and estimated to be in the trillions. The Cold war and Digital Cash. Mountain inhaled from the peace and pipe as Lucky understood and said nothing.
“Trade War”
The trade war escalated between Washington and Toronto, the capital of Canada as the Yankees liked to call it. The series dead locked at two a piece.
The Huskies were forced to work. The black of the oil sands shimmered with the hopes of crossing into foreign markets. Backed by the government of Canada and the underground pipeline.
The gang a long way from the Mont Real. Left with a biker gang to Ontario. The FBI rocked the white house and it attempted to hush the media storm with intimidation and cash.
Mountain breathed the air of Canada. Pulling rhyme from his pipe and luckey’s eyes. The Terror of the Loner’s sentence was quieted by the CIA and Hell’s kitten’s words a memory to the youth who intended to inherit the land.
Another killing another loss to Canada. An icon in the news and the street beat. There was a sadness in Toronto as mini vans swerved through toxic rumor and socially engineered media.
The city was a target of a larger scheme. Washington would prove its dominance and superiority over the energy of the Huskies. Taking all they wish. A motley of race and color. The blue color of the blue color. The hands of the workers. The voices of the chain. Stamina and patience were tested. The threat of violence for sport was real. Cooler heads and a collected conscious of culture, heritage and a higher calling would prevail.
The Canadian Broadcasting company reported as the geese returned from chemical rain to hatch in a Country of sovereign rights and freedoms and liberty’s. The maple leaf blue with frustration over the spill of broadcast scrutiny and remained free. Another game, one for the narration. Mountains peace and the land of the free, ocean to ocean and 6am blues. Blue Sunglasses at night and the strippers heart spilled in the great lakes and the countries between them.
“The River”
The mighty Saint John river was testing the banks and the reality of climate. The water can be beautiful, powerful. Harnessed energy illuminating cottage country and the lights of Area 41. The capital City of the province. The city of Government rooming houses and Universities.
Free speech was a good thing. When you could afford it. Mountain could afford it. Kathleen was buying it and the Raptor needed it. Now on life support the franchise was swept by the association and the King. The feudal system flexed its muscle and raised the taxes.
Making call after call for the King and his men. As Philadelphia, Compton begged for street cred. The fossils of the season pressed in the papers as the ink of promise bled with the rivers testing the boundaries of existence.
What would be left of contract talk, prayer movement and culture of street, community and rural routes. North of the Border everyone new everyone. But everyone new this was no where.
The bikes were back on the streets. And thanks to Kathleen penetrating looks the bikers were on the side of the Mountain. The refugees were now in Toronto a little torn from war and the red lights of Saint Catherine.
Downtown Toronto was basking in spring as sidewalks opened to merchants and merchandise. Side walk cocktails, and ethnic cuisine. There was a bubble as the leaves came out and the toes of the pigeons claimed the grass in the parks.
University was closed and the houses of parliament would follow and rest as spring took all the credit for the winters cease fire. Magnificent as the tides rushed and nature took another page. The offspring of may would bling their rims and walk the talk of hipsters in their 20’s. Vision and the 2k virus was smarts and quick on the draw. Visa’s would be awarded as the Country welcomed and exported. This was the making of promise and for ten minutes The Mountain melted. Although the Kremlin was quiet after another landslide victory and Super Nova’s black hair shined in Toronto, the silver of her weapon cached at the Border. The Mountain and inhabitants erupted and smoked. Kathleen bought a sim card and a red apple phone with the cash she one playing cards in the biker camp. And now the motley were hip with hyper text mark up language.
“The Sky is a Neighborhood
The war machine that is the Neighborhood painted the neutral highway between democracy and the rule of one. The Freeland was tested again as the man of steel was taxed in cryptic messages from his homeland.
The Loner, the being of silicone and implanted memory lay in a secret base in Alaska where the Kremlin vexed and looked east. Toronto awash in rain and water from the rainy season as no one was spared by the fear of the cold and the rage of the weather.
Kathleen gambled for salvation as Easter took a lethal dose. Lucky tapped the pipe and Mountain took the pen to paper. North threatened South as South insulted North. This was the Americas and the east painted a wall of trust and change.
Tech stock took off as space travel became a hot destination for the rich. From the vastness of resource beyond comprehension stared earth and the moon in the face and the vulnerability of the oceans, deserts, mountains and trees.
From space the carbon fight was about money. From earth the fight was about earth and the Natives entrusted to protect it. Mountain lit his tobacco and the Green Ram showed itself in apparition once again. Dripping carbon and burning fossil fuel the Ram would sacrifice highway for the sunrise and the pagan gods one time again.
We are North and North is safe. The equator the thickest pi of the planet would heat up politically and the energy would be vast. The lines of democracy and borders of reality would be tempted with wealth and power. The season was summer and the moon was up for another lesson and the people dancing in the shadows of the sun. Everything documented and the tests of morality would be graded by those that once lived before. The moon would watch and the sun will dance.
Mountain echoed in the Chamber of Red and green leaf as the ram bucked for another tour.
“Parliamentary Orgy”
Tall men, unemployed lions tamers and circus queers lined bay and Queen with balloons colors cats and dogs. Inhaling the vapor of dope and CO2 dancing laughing to the music of the 80’s. The celebration of queer lined the streets of Toronto, to Halifax, Calgary and Victoria infection every city and everyone between in Virus of immunity.
Immunity of the gods and those speaking the lisp of soothsaying naysayer to the good luck of pennies and wishing wells. Red Rider, frozen ghost, and the glass tiger met above the city scapes as queer and gay, queer and gay danced with the albino buffalo of the prairie. The natives cloaked in hide of beavers prayed and danced drumming to the fire of the ancestors dead and living in the trees, racoons and streams.
The government was queer the commons was queer and the tip on the needle flexed and reflexed as the children of the world tasted freedom of color, skin, and Cree. The casinos tilted to the pride and Canada became home to Jew, Muslim, Hindi and the welcoming queer and pride from the Countries they fled.
Taking oath and vow to protect the dead and the living oak. They laid weapon and gun to ground as parliament rose like a shy one in an orgy.
The green ram embraced the rainbow as Kathleen hit line after line. The glass blown bong of carbon descent materialized within the breast of lucky as mountain took hit after hit. The news was coming, coming from nowhere and we went nowhere with it. Highway 1 to highway two in Nova’s now torn jeans. Diamond shined in the sunglasses of the man in the hat as the highway called crushing time.
Chapter “A Long Time ago”
A long time ago. There was Mountain and walls. Erosion of memory took that time. Not to take the blowing winds of the past lightly as time is weathered as well as stone.
Olympus called and the gods exhaled naked in fault and proud. The greens legal and the oxygenation taxed. True that the dough of democracy inherent of aboriginal was challenged. God spoke as a woman while land was free for privileged whites and the snow.
The rapture of the raptor off season left the loyalists and the saints to wonder of the purity of word and water. Leaving the blues and the caller to chalk the walk and back up the talk.
The Virgin apple now within the hand of Kathleen as the bell begged for a better provider. Diamond back and blacked with shadow chipped at the shard of reality giving nothing.
Thunderbay awash with lightning and snow as timeless tears echoed in the Wawa. The church organ screamed within the hips of the church as the immaculate froze in the parking lot.
The shadow of the memory broke the glass of the van window carrying engagement ring and the poetry of the road getting colder.
The ram running locked and the man out was left with the choice of sacrifice and the blade beneath the stone.
The Magdalena fleece burned red and gold as the hydraulic wipers wiping cleared the arctic wind and shield. Stoned statue of hero and anti-hero were erected and removed as the east tide waxed with the moon.
The dark side synced with the Oz as the tin roof rusted the barrel of the gun. Shooting stars and celestial orgasm calmed the Cape enraged with the dark of the time and lie.
The card played and swayed on the meek and oppressed as opportunity and the lure of the Devils money stained the fabric of freedom’s flag.
Chapter 2
The king of Saint Steven took accusations of the accused spinning yarn to feed the machine behind television. Crossing borderless children on worried tax payer dimes.
The war evolved going from cold to Luke Skywalker warm. The Canadians attempted to stay Canadian as the cold shouldered south huddled en-mass again.
Cable television sucked as the news was printed in tinted window. Packaged bombs and deniro threatened to go off as CISIS eased the drop of mid-term in search of a more lucrative career.
The boomers watched deniro dismantle the mail as women rubbed shoulders of independence. Pop culture had a new Queen and Mercury rose and fell like a champion.
Rocket man paid Canada a visit as it pondered the sale of its seamen. Buying eggs before they hatched left the Virgin opposition grinning like the coming out for the first Halloween.
Budgets balanced themselves and sexuality had no choice. The tragically torn costume of super heroes unforgotten and forlorn.
Hemmed on a decision the weather picked up both sexes trying to decide if man or woman was worth blowing for.
Six o’clock struck six as the devil mocked every attempt of babies breath. Shotguns unaccounted outnumbered the NAZIS. Social media threatened de-socialising democracy and apple dropped a new technical for Adam to fathom.
Social Security hit digital as the wall built itself a fire. Celebrity cashed out in Hollywood leaving dead rock stars to prose and pose within the milk of the way.
Mountain took a hit as the glacial eyes of lucky took it in. The star of the show diamond shined in the flame of Kathleen coloured orange red as Canada’s autumn.
Chapter 3
November 11th the west took time to remember. Diamonds post traumatic disorder took over with the ringing of the taps. Stationed and trained in
st. Jean Quebec. To a special operative unit that still remained classified in his mind.
Meeting Kathleen in the Texas line and warping back and forth between time. Before meeting mountain and the reimagination of the cold and it’s war. A veteran of a forgotten war and a war begging to be erased within the voting populace.
A dirty war with dirty handshaking political statues. The home of the brave and homeless fighting veterans lined the crosses row on row remembered on the 11th day 11th hour as a minute of silence broke with the shooting of the guns.
100 years since the first great War as the politics and acting politicians gathered in spite of the cold the rain to pay homage to the fallen and the asylum of children who would grow from war torn totalitarian rule and guard.
The fire of western rule raged in the paradise of freedom and hippie children. Ohio had a new name as the guns of hatred fired and echoed anti semantic thoughts that now rose to action.
The buried dagger of racism revealed it’s blade as snow threatened the cup of Canada’s Grey’s. The Grey race who boomed the generation of the 60’s habited the BC valleys of Okanagan and round tabled the liquid cool aid legalization of hippie tree hugging and political asylum of the dirty feet fugees who walked and danced in the first Canadian snow.
The adults in the room socially took asylum to political populist politicians and the shadow of the people they fed. The needle and the damage done took home and another native sister.
The fire in the water tainted the river red as native men sharpened spear and fought the serpents tongue of lies.
I’ve been to Hollywood I’ve seen the red wood wrote the quote of the heart of gold and diamond lit a smoke and prepared for the 6 o’clock news. Kathleen on the phone and diamond on her six.
Chapter 4
The sunset in the snow begged for an addiction. The mobile food bus parked paranoid across the street in the Times parking lot. Christ’s serenading eye watched from the church’s alcove.
17th south called nautical and disaster as the Olympics past Calgary park as the nation burned the flame. Economic policy took side notes from the weather.
Busking for change homeless braves drummed for the return of the penny.
Taking circle around the fire and the tower where tourists paid to pray. Mary in the window of the Chinook flashed for the Beaver and pelt. The news kept confusion high as the parents of prime ministers dawned the museum of time.
The ram reincarnated made Manger for the mountain and supporting cast. Overdosing on the highway and lines Mountain took a pill a begged the brave salvation.
Stoned on Russian policy the ice frozen and the martinis shaken. Bulimic reports regurgitated print and aborted poems lined the vans incarnation.
Super Nova climaxed at the sight of northern lights as Kathleen played the Virgin star of song.
Foreign oil and exported arms lined the Arabic sand as blood stained the hour. Telecommunications took a pill as foreign partners spread hot legged for the 5th G spot hot spot.
The white house danced with the bear in a revisit of a fairy tail NY. Off-Broadway acts candid for the camera bowed and shyed for the world stage. Bribed and bathed by the NRA the lewd perverted the hush of the porn and money steel milk industry.
Harley huffed a drink of Jack as the fixer spit on the fix. Legal hash flooded the market as Saudi pipes watered-down the energy of industrial murder. So the claim was made a went unnoticed.
The strings of Moscow webbed as Hollywood played the hero. Hungover and out of work actors flooded the half way house taking q from the queer and educated producer director turned zombie slayer.
Chapter “Beautiful Disguise”
Your beautiful disguise the gypsy swore our future was bright. NASA’s promise Leonard vulcanized the eyes of the north. Two hops and the soldier of fortune wrapped 007 under the tree. Peaking early was a crime. The presidents men denied the peak as Russia threatened eternal winter. My Immortal god sang in Jordan as the poor fed the rich. As the rich threatened wall and the make work ditch. Nothing more than a post new year’s taco as the bell rang in Phillie.
ADD kids were threatened to pay attention or face the addiction of evanescent school. The pocket protector
and the face of the book was anti-black. A rumor the indictment prayed as the lines to soup kitchen
grew long. As children were fed the dreams of the dreamers. The land of the brave the home of the free echoed as
the speaker changed hands. A woman’s voice called the dead priest back from death as the cosmos were photographed
by the hood known only as earth. BC threatened the landslide as the scientist reaffirmed his lost love. Low on
lithium the being begged for the sound supersonic of sub atomic.
Sharing energy and wireless love. A political prisoner held captive in a foreign land for foreign crimes
as the educated begged to know what love is. Super Nova’s weapons now fully recognizable and unconcealed
as a child of war fighting the cold war on foreign land. Mountain’s peace and his pipe ran smoke rings around
the trees of the west. The bow river through Calgary and glacial water telling a tell of Native history gone
migration laws.
Standing on guard Diamond took Kathleen to eat on social security as the elites stood dead in their tracks. Mad as
mad cows the bull was well done for diamond and Kathleen rare. Lucky sought to weave the river through the city
as Chinook played the keys of the Mountain.
A homeless man walked on the water in Olympic park unrecorded and anything short of a miracle as the dime was tossed
in a well of good fortune. The pine cones and acorns traded mouth washed hippies walking bare foot in the snow
As another daughter went missing. Tracks gone cold as a Harp player busked blues for local cops in a city gone wild.
Earth walking giants cast in steel and tiny buffalo of stone dropped acid and rain in the snow to remember the voices
of the eastern poets looking to weld reality and fantasy to tales of fairies and hole dropping play bunnies.
Landlocked the Rainbow Pearl swirled in fiddle and song. As easterners made downtown underground bars home.
Splashing pints and spirits of cheer as the cowgirls lined up on the fence spurring hometown victory for the flame in
the streets of Calgary.
Chapter 4
Mountain came to a large wooden door crazy horse burned in the heart of the oak. Arrow pointed westward. Galadriel tripping on patchouli and hubba Bubba pulled the pipe and mountains ear. A rainbow of colored love vexed from the wood and ancient markings.
Taking the duo on a magic carpet ride. The wolves matted as the packs of coyotes howled. Players lights and herbal smoke exhaled as her breast met the tide again and again her eyes stars in the stars of the sky as candescent smiles hid shyly in the skyscrapers of the mind.
Not done with the bow and the river as arrow touched heart and heart. The mountain bled glacial and water and the judge read verdict and perjury.
The oath taken from the people of the trees. Native descendants met the fire with protest as the earth gave birth to the children. Intelligent as evolved pushed the rock to stone and staff to serpent. Speaking tongues of mother land stroked and stricken of voice.
The people’s cultures weaved in Luckey’s band of color. Women were free to talk and walk bear. As man hammered law to stone and privilege to deprived.
The ethnicity bridged in tones of the mountains face as smoke rings blue truth to the watered eyes. Communication was earth and the drum her heart claiming natal protection of the lands children.
Stoned immaculate biblical undertones of first love and valentine’s point. Cinnamon tears robbed the man on water as the tomb gave way to scar and electrical heart. His time taken locked for love no bail given as accusations were hurled from the false prophets of the sky.
As time passed and the star died the man was free. Free to love consume and breath. Angels hair and babies breath filled the florists as variegated roses delivered by the saints through the cracks in the sky.
Setting suns and cloudy daughters washed in the light as the moon rose red above the bay where fresh water touched the Virgin salt.
Chapter 5
Hanging out in the wild rose province where the wild rose parties extinguished itself. The election loomed meaning next to nothing to no one as the gypsies were not registered voters in Alberta.
Flash backs and jazz tempted Mountains peak where grand pianos clashed with Chinook and the passing of another moose jaw. Wawa and the affects of the cold effected the transmission.
Coast to coast the am signal broadcasted Canadian brave new waves as lighthouses lit the capes. Cold War allies banded in WiFi tea houses as Canadians burned the coals of industry as war brides found love in the minds of marines and infantry.
The huskies showing promise as insider trading proved lucrative as risky. Making promise to peak with the spring tides had long time winter watchers burning with the desire and the hope.
The investigation of water and the half full glass left Moscow and Washington with no equation. Scandal of the north divided mans consciousness and the reconciliation. At par with the southern blitz Canadian journalists dipped feather to Wells and printed their truth in black and white.
The bold color of the sun setting between the peaks of Lake Louise promised the earth protected for native and woman.
The loner now locked in the secret base needed the sound to power the nautical disaster. Nova concealed as Whitehorse cast the Aurora borealis as Pocahontas turned the crowds to braves.
Kathleen wasted on starlight pointed diamond to the constellation and the birth of another daughter. Leaving Cohen speechless the ego tripped on the line between fake news and reality. DaVinci painted royalty and check for the mural of the Aryan diplomat.
Contrived with conspiracy the devils advocate crossed the acre with the KKK rubbing shoulder and skin with billion dollar checks. Fossil fuel the Virgin and power the honeymoon as whore showered wealth in gold. All of which were American dreams.
Lucky drew from the inhale as mountain wrote on the billion dollar wall. The book and the face of a generation accepted privacy request and were sold privately to the marketing genius of clicks hits and probability. All done legally.
The arms race continued as the west sold technology to the east as women enslaved and masked accepted secondary status to powerful men in coats of many colors.
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The fleet grounded due to an operating system malfunction reverted to private messaging and binary code.
Chapter 6
Mountains flash back flashed forward to the day now year 2019. The cold war ended and digital music was found colluding with deception and credit.
Toronto Rainbow grew now a man a poet writer public relations profit lending pen and thyme and to the acting government. Served in the military after studying computer science and psychology on an athletic scholarship at the University of Toronto. Tattoos colored hair and deadly with women.
Apple River red haired and swearing fire was raised on prose and praise sang and played guitar for pennies as royalties paid through the big three barely fell through the fists of corporate greed like grains from the heavy handed digital monopolies.
The huskies turned raptors played once again in the playoffs holding home court as Toronto and apple coupled to the Scotia as bank and bank called shot after shot and dropped royalty dimes to the children of the goat and his thread of his needle.
Raised by Robert Burns and the silver grandmother of tartan stitched silver haired rocked and rolled to the lady laughing in Mountains chest.
The twins walked in celebrity and called Ontario home. Sunglasses at night and Dawn time after time as broadcasters wrote thrillers as the raptors drew blood on the dance floor. Sweet dreams and the pearls of the mind dropped with and without you.
Spring was here and that meant one thing survival of the fittest and the resurgence of the maple leaf. The devil continued to curse the voice of our lady as the Gothic arches stood proud in the harbor and it’s city.
The dirty old towns rolled up their sleeves and bragged about callous and spit. Shoulder to shoulder tin man and the lion resurrected Maggie and the farm of love as oil stained last year’s cement. Opening for the summer of love was rust and the stubborn sleep as old ford’s pumped diesel and power in copper fields.
The gloves were off and gold gloves promised something to chew as the Jay’s competed with crow for Valour and the Cardinals gift as catholic sin burned in Paris. The arc of the torch burned hash as Joan the great resurrected in mountains eyes and Luckey’s silhouette.
Nautical and disaster enraged the Cape of lust lore and loss as another daughter died in the cancerous pool of antisemitic thought. The flames burned proud in Calgary.
Diamond and Kathleen walked the bow river to the lake Louise as floods claimed native land and language. Long may you run promised chrome dreams and Indian motorcycle firing on gas and sunlight.
The Kremlin shamed in the pride and power of the Canadian ice. Cups lifted early were filled with poison wine to starve the temptation of corruption. Eight thirty one mountain made note of the time and continued sketching.
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Chapter 6ter
The age of Philadelphia bruised and battered the raptors return home facing spring and Elimination. The alternative was an evolution. A chance to achieve something never achieved to reach the final. Knowing angel may not greet them in spite of the blood poured and broken skin.
North Phillie turned true to North. California born, Machiavelli raised and relocated to the 6 had time. Time to think regroup and come out legit. The Country needed them and they needed the country.
VE Day passed as cold war enemies sparred digitally as the book continued to gather research data robbing the poor and dumping cash in the wallets of the rich. Cyber wars raged in false facts and the unengaged swallowed poison pill after poison pill. Xenophobic ambitions took hold in the pools of hate and hatred as the truth was being slapped with anti vaccinations chocking the seeds of the children of clean air, honesty and promise.
Mountain aged and glacial water warmed and melted. The carbon footprint of man’s industry threatened to disappear entirely as lightning crashed in pools of protein far far away. The millennium was 20 and the inheritors pushed the boundaries beyond big brother as they became the ones watching.
Savvy and evolution pushed spring through the once un inhabited concrete jungles burned cigarettes and payed to save the Amazon. The forests were sacred to the young ones walking. Providing air and vision to digital armed socials.
The lands divided pitted the future against greed and the power of the few. Mother Nature danced in Flame and bathed in flood warning the greedy in pathetic fallacy.
Man fought the land for wealth and riches as the guardians of the galaxy bathed in the cosmic comedy.
Fossils and Diamonds said to last forever mesmerized the human condition and the essential memory held in carbon. The train passed through Genesis the hub of the Maritimes as call centered blues flashed smarts and phones on Main. Metric miles and miles took breath and breathed underwater as schools bent the curriculum for game addicts.
Vapour lined the stalls love letters written texts and promise etched midnight as bedtime came a lot later. Digital currency kept the kids scratching for cash and the advantage in the game. The Call for Duty before sleep and after begged for more time.
Out of tune guitars rang sonically through the youth and the future of the basement bands. Pillow talk teased for head and the first walk beneath the stars. Spring was here and it wouldn’t last forever. The report was released with mixed reviews. Journal keepers kept diary secret as the pop explosion begged for publicity and print.
Chapter 7Last show ever
Area 41 2001 the state fair was in town. Universities were in session fall came like all seasons. Turning colors change, squirrels busy gathering for winter. Sony releases gran turismo for the play station as students found class paths in the leaves of change.
The student Union building was full of student voices as clubs recruited frosh and uppers. Wearing a gran turismo ball cap the loner sat in the Union building watching the clock change time. Going over the try outs the change the season the challenge.
The loner called ball in bear feet as the uppers took charge and denied his attempt. Requesting size elevens in September no phone calls home for a decent pair of nikes. He flipped on the used cons magic and bird style feeding the native for three after three4949. Team runs to weed out the week. Loner finishes the run as coach calls loner to his office.
State papers and photos filled the hoops coach office. Senior point guard was returning after Christmas and you’re going to have a hard time making this team. Loner sat down getting a feel for the coach as his aspect as to where things were going.
He had a one and wasn’t looking for another one. Loner took it tough and walked. Walking the labyrinth of the University. Eyes to the ground taking it in. The collegiate career came clear to him. It was over. Faces just faces in the crowd no one he knew no one he connected. He was spinning with the leaves downtown.
Eric’s Trip a local band was in town and he made it a point to smoke his weed keep his hair long and see the show. Friends but no acquaintance familiar faces on the stage. He made it a point to hang around till the show was over the lights came on. We walked back stage and talked the drummer code named shit hammer.
As on point as the loner seemed shit hammer entertained the loner as he smoked his hash. Talking music hoops and love Tara Presidents of the United stated and Floyd’s wall. Shit hammered been there done that seen the road seen the states the cities and NY. Moon socket the other dude in the band said time to get the hell out of here as Rick and Julie packed the suits cases and van.
The loner left alone again and headed for the 24 hour kitchen. Earning honey garlic wings and punk rock women dressed in black. His rooming house was across the street from the fair. He walked in taking in the scene cotton candy popcorn smells. And carnival rides. Gypsies selling merch and fortunes he picked up a necklace with eagle on it from one of the Indians selling the fortunes of the future for a few dollars. The loner laced his sneakers with wild mustang riders, Pocahontas James dean and local pottery makers.
The winking carny begged the loner to drop the hammer and ring the bell. He payed the tax rolled a smoke and swung three times. No bell. But the carny gave him a ticket to the tent for his effort. In the tent the gypsies read his hand and his fortune. She said there’d be an accident as he laced through streets of downtown near the water and traffic lights. The voice echoed over in his head that there would be an accident.
Facing the clock he heard commotion and something was going down something big was going down on TV. The loner figured California got the big one. Something big went down. Ignoring the Telelivisions he went to the University paper and wrote. Paranoid of the future and the disaster he took the hit and changed the future. Nine eleven was his disaster. B-ball done he hopped the bus home taking his playboy and bag, leaving the food he bought to the Korean War Vet in the other room.
Chapter 8
Spring has a way of drawing you in. The smell of apple blossoms feeding busy bees. The country blossoms were the best. If you were lucky you could find city apple blossoms blooming in half paved parking lots of TD Waterhouse and the Scotia Centre.
There was a crash.
The loner was back in town. Packed in a one bedroom basement apartment beside Edwards square. His army duffle bag, black drum set Mac mini and xbox. A wolf blanket covered his bed where he would make Love to Indian princesses.
The walk downtown from the one bedroom apartment. Moncton’s old west end to downtown. He could feel the weight of the city. The concrete the bricks. The reality of an overdose. He was on his feet. His head was heavy and up. Around 8 pm the lights would come on.
The downtown theatre lights chased and called blue after red. The marquees and carnival workers hustled change. Homeless braves and the hopeful lotto winners in motorized wheel chair tossed the busking loner a 20 dollar bill. Downtown down by the river he was making home and picking up his fortune.
He’d been over the rainbow. The landing was rough and his soul was cut. He has his target, 1952 a sparkle blue stratocaster clone on high. He picked it up on his welfare check for 500$ case included after a smoke in the parking lot talking to his shadow who agreed.
The month was young and he needed groceries. Enter Saturn the 12 string. Downtown at 12 to 2 the streets were busy. The loner took Oak park as his turf and played in to the city afternoon heat. Black hat and canvas cons were his. Making change for bread jam cool aid and ice cream. He was medicated and hated it. The underground basement apartment was cool and hidden. He felt safe there and got high speed.
The mini would write to Kathleen, Dennis hopper and Cher would visit and nighttime was always welcome. Poetry lined his bathroom where he smoked when he used. Carpet over concrete. Tall upright ash trays silver and copper at each end of the black leather couch. 1952 the fallen angel guitar was hard to look at painful. He closed the guitar case lit up a menthol and breathed. From carbon Diamond was born.
“The Professional”
Making race a quiet riot and gender equity a fantasy the opposition flexed for reporter and reports. Turning the camera on the media the chosen one challenged the charter. Taking time to be social women championed the state to be open to lawful immigration.
The leafs promised cash and more cash for the blue points leader.
Cultural shifts in the 6 altered fashion and freedom. Inner city dreams migrants from war and persecution planted seed in the west. Digital threats on the climate threatened the stand and the intergalactic standings.
The raptor championed in the North fossilized the victory and the past. Colours of millions paraded in the city streets as brass was worshiped and champagne christened the celebration. There was a light lit in the generation’s of the young. Hope was alive the dream was attainable. The million dollar contracts of pass time passed over to the youth. Within the fight for evolution the kids were given hope and hero.
Educated and armed with telecommunications the generational spark sparred with social injustice. A voice of change and inheritance came from the millions tuned to the main and challenged the stream. The Information Age asked for more time and evolved.
Mountain put thought to tablet. Season changed and the youth colored the leaves of fall. Understanding the evolution and sacrifice of life and the cycle. What is old would become new again. The planet was an inheritance of temper. The hope was generational and the cause of multiple cultures.
Pulling on his pipe Mountain evolved and Lucky listened. Drive through coffee, beef jerky and poetry was the steady. Candle lit readings and intimacy. The colleges brimmed with new thought. BT sessions for the bold and botany for the O’s. The ram would challenge the gods burning carbon and never dying as Diamond shined the windshield. Dripping oil on miles and burning carbon over 60 miles an hour. The west was the best. The big blue bus harped and touched down in Victoria.
The green parties challenged the economic trade of wine and water. Siting around the big fire sharing story of the elders and promise of the children. Wasted on LSD and the intoxication of hallucinations. Lucky broke the buds as mountain lit the pipe.
Shore birds on the eastern coast echoed the offering as stars danced and disappeared to the sound early singing. Mountain had no time as infinite time and the vast of lucky’s eyes. Bathed in lake and sacrificed in the falls. The princess’s of native descent.
Dorm rooms burst with chemistry and the need for speed as chun li once again found herself popular with the west and its freshmen. Zen and the art of basketball promised another season. Depeche mode had time for slow mode and the repetition of the long shot.
“the new sound”
Rage against the machine would not do what you told them. Made in the middle of Hong Kong the socialized young anticipated zen as protests moved throughout the planet. Gen X would save Gen Y. There was no plan B. The planet A inherited toxic politics carbonized air. The world was watching the earth was turning.
Diamond and Kathleen rode horse back in the west. The moon dripped with the harvest of investigation and scandal. Neon signs pointed the way to sin city. Automatic weapons bulleted the supreme and the power. The amendments would not be challenged. Written in the rock and carbons time. Hipped weapons and automatic thoughts shot first and questioned later.
The silver bullet was reserved for the moon and the drip of sunshine. The desert was dry and sin city the oasis. Champagne super nova bubbled with celebration of murder and mass shootings. The government gambled on one arm bandits and wagon burning braves.
Black gold and the neon promise fed the elites the promise of cash and exploitation. The president privately messaged the world as the prime minister trended on the super information highway. Sandstorms threatened the celebrities as oil lamps lit darkness. The crowned prince of Arabia covered his face and veiled race in silk.
Shots fired from block to block as Juliette quotes claimed mural of urban crime. The casinos called the temptation as the privilege ate in fancy dinning cars. Money was the god un-defied. Lost angels sold virgins to bay and wall street as mother earth was raped for precious mines and minerals.
Thoughts and prayers rang in tongue from the holy rollers. Cyber space a haven for automatic thoughts sublimed in Marxist dreams Darwinism. Emailed id was the only criteria for spreading hate and viral intolerance. The silver bullet dripping in moonlight was a guided bomb. Spilling hate and pain racists chanted the death to American dreams and Canadian wheat kings.
The open wound was the bordered scar dividing east and west. Trade was taxed and the air polluted. CAN was the railway crossing the scar in nuclear rail cars. The high school agenda and the dream of championships blind spotted the educators as students clashed for race and freedom.
The red team smoked up on the field as the blue battled on the line of scrimmage for ten more yards. Fans supported the sport with cash and cheers as humanity took a hit. Street walking climate whores carried signs as the end was near and local news bargained for the second coming. Zeros and ones stripped the extinction of the zebra and rational news print.
Extremist defended their base as they were payed to write scandalous content. Time counted sand through the hour glass stained with blood of the past and the hopes of the future.
“All apologies”
All apologies and the heart shaped box protested Gen X and millennial credit checks. Taiwan echoed erupted for democracy. The youth of the west euthanized by the cold and the climate spoke in one voice and demanded the change in government. The open book impeached the crisis and the answers blowing in the wind. Mountain the profit captain basketball the hero. Black diamond the defender water the shooter made their ambitions known. The state of super nova was dangerous and unhinged. The Kremlin could make a person disappear. Super Nova boomed in the north for all to hear. The northern light danced within the fire of mass and the shooting began. The beacon the lighthouse warning the oceans of the Mountains danger. The association handled issue or issued swishing basketballs and championing the dream. Fall’s colors always came with cost and player movement. Renegotiating the climate contract and the future of the carbon dynasty was challenged by quid pro quo. Denial and collusion masked the white house and its inheritor. Lincoln and the Golden Gate cringed from the blows of dishonest halls, improvised speech and the high water mark. Attempts to pin the offender on the block came the challenge of women defending the paint and pointing out the foul. The ejection was obvious but the judges attempted to let it go. A free pass a complete double dribble the opposition was blowing the whistle.
The house the chamber twisted on lie as less democratic associations joked in the parade and foreign play. Nautical Disaster played tragically as cape fear bled hope. The enraged cape of the heroin stained blood huddled in the phone booth looking for a safe place to inject the truth. Media and the social elites kept the news moving and remained the offenders preferred outlet.
The PM dropped the writ. As fall took a hit. Motley cities and countries bargained for honesty as the spin attempted to point the guilty finger. Dodging question the opposition represented themselves for a tax break as the power debated for a better future. The trophy and the throne brought the best out of people. The charter allowed for citizenship and permanent status.
The west was the best as McDonald opened door after door in the east. Sir Johnny Dopamine improvised with the blues and confederation. Prince Edward looked for more green seats as erosion threatened the president’s tee time.
Rattled and investigated the regime signed and signaled like a catcher to a pitcher. The suicide squeeze had everyone watching. The golden moment would replay on a hotel bed in Moscow. To the delight of president and his paranoid cash.
Hyper rust and the scrap yard was a dream drive for shakey and the rats. Ford’s galaxy and the big back seat. Vinyl interior and tilt steering played out on an AM radio. Being the ocean threatened the Mountain and the rock erosion. Radical religion picked sides and abortion was headlined and news.
“Buffalo”
Tomorrow never dies punk rocked in small town America. Big hoops and diamond rings sang poetic revolt in the darkness on the edge of town. Role players and the supporting cast pleaded the case as the truth spun in Laundromats. The hand made Latin Americans caged the evidence in the tower as the song played like a broken record.
Plastic choked the rivers and oceans as man dammed another river. The casino doors played hand after hand. Hidden spades lied in the deck proving probability wrong again and again. The thread of reality was being pulled from both sides.
The toy soldiers were pulled and persuaded. the fairy tale of New York crashed the party and box office. The story of man danced around the holy war. Cash sang Folsom prison blues. The Mic. was open. Secret documents bled to main and the cities smaller streets.
Blue collar cage and digital crime called another witness. Threatened by testimony buried by the administration and its collar, the china shop bull took a vow of silence and no one was listening. Money is the motivation. Money lots of money. Money choked the free speech of the association and its stars. Politics wasn’t everyone main game. Selling shoes to the regime as the league choked on international sales.
Just do it was the slant as the links begged for a nine iron. The green jacket and the price is right whispered from course to tower to secret meeting. The Canada goose migrated for another winter as the cold threatened another war on collusion.
Calling crime and spending time inmates sprawled truth to the wall as Arabia spilled blood in desert sands. Fossil fueled the human condition as Egypt begged for tourism. Cities choked on carbon as slaughter houses made footprint to Bay and paper 5. Inside trades moved the markets to the delight of the donators. Detonated in cyber space the bombshells tanked the investment as the truth climaxed.
Erotic investment sold high and bought low. The back nine discussed business and murder as the raven bombed another minority. Mountain sprawling lucky listening. There was hope for the north and the arctic shield.
Alaska to Kansas made more money and Yukon made more sense. The secret base of Alaska was no secret anymore. The Kremlin buzzed the north in fighter jets as Canadian escorts challenged the allegiance of American whores. Paid well and inked in NORAD shoulder to shoulder Yankee, alpha, bravo called by Canadian disk jockeys. The skin of the pig ran audible after audible. Basking in the field goal and hiding in the huddle.
“Peach Pit”
The trees burning stopped smoking to let winter happen. The first fall of the season sang early spending for the hidden contract Claus. The inquiry inquired as the tabloids inked and penned record falls. Another daughter was dying as automatic bullets once again called Christian home to terror in the home of the brave. Standing on guard the cabinet shuffled canned beans and brown bread as Quebec pleaded anti imagination.
The book with the face ran add after for cold hard cash selling cocaine without restriction. Prohibition made more sense as philosophical Hitlers debated the future of democracy and the fall of the fascists ideologies. Jesus was still popular and unmoving the bloody religion threatened to kill itself on amendments.
Popping pills for pharmaceutical profits cannabis was the next cash in. The hemp hope of a nuclear future damned the bomb as Korea sang bilingual to the North and South. Powder finger stuffed the musket and Davy crocket skinned another beaver. America was American guns, god and government. Christ paid the bills as homeless freedom fighters filled the kitchens and sipped the soup of a democratic pass over.
Brown skin broken arrow burned in California as silicon remained high, dry and rich. The phone evolved as first year students called home after writing finals. The ball bounced and Hong Kong remained free. Buddha meditated on thought as zen missed another moment. Creative braves harnessed the technology and native weaponry to stand against the threat of main land thought control as drones and cameras patrolled the streets night and day.
Money made its moves as white pride and black balls clashed for global tv rights. The palaces laced with cocaine, whores and big screen tv’s ease dropped on the populace and controlled the crowds. The east was rich in swine and culture. The mask of capitalism kept Alice in western chains.
The queen of hearts offed another head and old money bragged on the street. The wall found holes in reality as Mexican slavery robbed the spannish armada and found the truth in tragedy. Forced workers slaved in tobacco fields and the bedrooms of the houses of Christian whites. Natives robbed of language and culture sold pelt after pelt for powder and mass extinction. Thanks giving came for Canada and waited for America as the naked truth sang lovers in a dangerous time.
The cold was coming again as kids skipped school to vape in protest of the man and woman sharing apple’s secrets to Tienanmen square hopefuls. The cold effected Iranian oil and every leader mining for uranium. Come to the negotiators table with nuclear power populace blood and oil. Taken seriously or taken out of class was the call. Times changing echoed the profits in high school bathrooms and gyms with multi national balls. The printing press thought to but knew not to. Four more years was the sentence and Mountains position.
“peace on earth”
World peace threatened the financial security of the western elites. The threat was neutralized with a drone strike in the Iraqi desert. Mountain intoned within the mountains of the west reading northern lights and indigenous rights.
The leader of the free world danced in and out of the CBC. The mask marauder shadowing the moves the forest. The dark web glowed like a pedophile at a kindergarten over night camp. Sexual preference aside the the right kicked left as the Chiefs drew on their social security.
Gold mining 49ers turned digital prospects punted the pig belly for a major return. The NYSE glowed golden in the stress test. Landing 50 billion on a digital garage sale. Profits were up and celebrated the war. The digital coms were pulled and persuaded as the strings of the senate were mastered by the puppet.
America deitied a new god as the black mamba crashed in the California hills. The king reigned James and the version of its truth. Viral intoxication screamed yin and yang as zen huddled in the quarantine. The regime embarrassed built another wall as Russian borders pushed the limits of the web.
Downed planes were the new normal as bread was sliced from the market. Super Powers bragged of super powers as the dummies waited for the crash. Sober songs and late night tales pushed the bar. Nightmares loomed as kids went back to school. Cooper pythoned another generation of anti-christs as Manson stole the sweet dreams.
The black gold rolled from Texas to Arabia as Albertan’s smoked rolled smokes in the rain. The alienation of the parallel was western and eastern. Cyber Crime was at all time highs. Leaving big bear and his brother out of touch with technological reality.
Black Berry left the telecoms as touching became the new screen. Mom and pop shops bought coffee from amazon as the rain forest was burned. Homeless bears and swearing sailors begged on 5th as the president was acquitted. The black box held the secrets of the crossroads and dead men told no tales. Mountain drew lines in the avalanche that was 2020 and present. The weight of crimes etched in the rock and record snow fall.
The storm brewed as the season set. Lightning in a bottle and lies in a dirty hotel room pissed on the truth as the defendant prosecuted the people. Dancing and rolling naked in cash the dirty bed came and came. Venus in vein called Satan his name. Mountain etched on the mural. Fearing no evil Mountain spared with the outcome.
Chapter the “Cold”
The cold descended on the continent. Postponed flights and votes irritated the status and the pro quo. Levels of government mocked the time and the people. On donor, blitzen and Nixon as the pagan saint Nicholas took notes and names of the good and black listed the evil people. Presents and smoking chimneys warmed the man in red.
Coal for the past and tech toys for the future. Fighting the cold and mortality, generation next bought in to black Friday. Super Mario was born again giving birth to new generation of gamers as the maker rocked scotch and hand rolled cigarettes. Proud of his creation hanging stock and star, Rudy lit the way.
Mass migration and employed refugees sent Canadian cash back home. Western Union spoke the language of currency and combat. War torn and memory born the migrants found home in the country and cities. The fireplace lined with stockings warmed with the hearth of democracy and the promise of freedom.
The loner hearing the sound of affection kept the life support running. The American weapon shining in star light guiding christian belief to middle east lore and the promise of immaculate war.
The Rockies shivered in the snow. Diamond and Kathleen took hostel in lake Louise. Jobs were at a premium so the election was snowboard vagrancy. Super Nova danced in the northern lights threatening sonic explosions to the delight of the first inhabitors.
Nova found the secret base in Alaska and made like KGB to free the loner. In an effort that left Austin and the powers in a haze turned believers she freed the loner in a long choreographed fight scene. They jumped in the hummer as the nautical disaster pumped through the stereo as the loner’s fuel cell charged on the power.
Following the star in the Eastern sky Nova and the hummer drove the loner to freedom without anyone noticing. The lights of the north told the stories of indigenous bands and families, to all who rose and looked to the sky in belief.
The hummer took flight leaving tales of star dust across the northern land of the free. Dropping hope and dreams to the children waiting for the gift opening. The hummer passed time and dimension to place where it was always safe and warm as nova gave the loner shelter from the storm.
2020
The news coming from the corners of the world attempted to discredit morality and its stage. The dark side of the moon mocked the light. Cyber transmissions were intercepted by the axis of new technology’s. Main stream media fought for ads with gratified news written on cyber walls.
The world searched for hero’s and heroins. Those who would fight the cold and deception. Time turned as the memory burned. The sentient race challenged the creation and took responsibility of civilized thought. Mountain took foothold in the Rockies. Calling the shots from east and west.
Optimistic youth denied the change and the climate outlook. Cyber space evolved as the loner coded on digital networks. Nation threatened nation with border and bombs. The planet threatened denied nations with extremist weather. Combat evolved took apparition in the call of duty as modern warfare added another decimal. The north was cold and gold courses remained deaf and warm.
Microsoft was hacked by the rocket man and offered no compensation. The youth took notes as big tech took data and sold clicks. The savy youth masked their digital identity and fought the digital divide.
The loner interfaced with a cloned CPU running multiple operating systems and attacked the dark web. Nova shined the silver barrel as the loner uploaded. The dark side of town threatened racial division in the land of the free. Above ground politics treaded troubled waters as wall street broke another record.
The pagan followers sang and drummed around the fire as the pig burned on the spit. Big brother was prisoned in China and bargained for a phone and call. Hallmark moments wrote to the UK in hopes of action. The great wall took shots as the information was classified from its populace.
Soft targets were attacked inside and outside the web. Patents were filed as money was the main course. Nova took the loner to a secret base in new Brunswick where data sharing was encouraged. Reading like fantasy the loner opened up. Mountain took to pen to paper as luckey listened and mountain continued to write that which was not written.
The generation that rocked the 40’s boom celebrated the decade. The eastern and western hemisphere’s launched pyro techniques as the weather took center stage. Generation X took queue and fed the fire wall.
2021
the one known only as the masked avenger left law, logic and the brief in his wake. The tensions in the east rocked the west and drew smiles to would be dictators. the masked avenger descended on the city of rock roll and basketball. The would be predators were stopped as cyber city rolled.
Mounting a flying Harley Davidson in a ball of fire the masked avenger punished the rim. Cyber city had been the evolution while the dark web ebbed for control of the surface. Drawing lines of collusion and smear. The hypercondrial propaganda targeted the free press and the will of the people.
Bad actors took the stage as Iraq swayed to the power. Once upon a time in Hollywood was decorated and nominated by the academy. The masked avenger took in popular culture. nuclear weapons swayed in the cold and their disarm as predictable as the weather.
water gate shed light on paper work as the president struggled to read as hired guns and lawyers did his laundry. Nixon turned in his grave and gave nod to the times as NY shivered in the cold.
Milk production was at an all time high as mass producers went bankrupt for one reason on another. The 70’s and green bay took most of the heat as the Russians provoked the American dream.
the green ram burned oil in the west as the carburetor gave way to fuel injections. the secular smile of quebecquois spit politics and the return of bill 101. Native language and mother tongues dropped another bomb.
China built the wall as cyber city acknowledge the cyber threat. Russian rockets downed the Ukraine bound jet and danced in the sight of red’s glare. The masked avenger averted an escalation in cyber city as crime hit an all time high.
Diamond climbed the Mountains of Lake Louise as Kathleen’s buffalo snow board came at the right time. Diamond surfed the mountain threatened by avalanche and black diamond trails.
Helplessly hoping David Crosby imaculated the rolling stone with naked truth as other magazines lied and attempted to mask the prime minister. Shaking hands with Obama became easier than the would be cabal of cold war enemies.
Chapter Chuck Taylor
Without name calling note dropping and drums beating the protesters stopped time and gave it a period. The wells drilled giving the right glee and the east a cause.
The reconciliation tested the peace of the tower. Hand shaking leaders made eye contact with the past and acknowledged the present.
The tracks were laid and motion stopped. Patience wore a brave shirt. The land valuable and water priceless. Disputed claims of truth oath and entitlement polarized the commons.
The feather drew within the storm of democracy as the raven stole the moon for the sky. The shadows of the past gambled for trust as brave pit brave.
Crazy horse met Chevrolet and the good boys of Alberta. Helpless voices of would be politicians cheered the battle and the move.
The new inheritors fought for freedom and industry. The mighty dollar and black bear attempted to compare notes. The eight ball scratched as dive bar looked for another star.
Eagle feather claimed dominance and totem threatened war. The burial land sacred called brave to action as children answered the call and duty.
Far away lands met ocean and shore. Cartier was told right this way. The mountain shivered cause the climate was cold. The city painted tribal hip and hop as motley crews called the streets home.
Graffitied trees wore names of the past as answers waited within the acorn and pine cone. The law would attempt to be swift as money was the lead actor. Time was the course and seeds were the answer.
Mountain breathed and lucky exhaled. The ram the offering the land the beginning tested stone and sorrow as man attempted to shape the fossilization.
The Braves met with economists and led a pow wow of conservation and reincarnation. Taking waste and words to muff and musket.
The wise would grow sharing everything they know. Ever so wise ever so slow to seed beneath the ground all the knowledge found.
There they sat and there they listened the wise ones growing hearing all they found sharing all that is round. As blockade threatened blockade. The almighty dollar was either fertilator or destroyer.
Chapter Hijacked
The novel was hijacked by the news. The orchestra of the land took a pause. Spring would bloom and the marshes would sing. Robins in the grass would sing of times past as pipers played the flats of things to come. The coffee shop writer stayed inside avoiding the crowds. Mountain thinking and wise ones knowing.
The loner interfaced with modern technology sharing all the knowledge found. Cross border shopping was interrupted. Moving east to west the paranoid sex of the poet looked for a place to climax. The pulse of the street moved from man to woman. Marbled stone and footprints in the sand laced with memory and promise.
Nova interrupted in attempt at dialogue. The weapon to separate the atoms was foiled. Spring sprung and it was un nuclear. The orchestra of the waters washed winter. The tides rolled enraged on the shore of stones. Man’s evolution spoke as stones crawled in water of the tides.
Nova holstered her weapon and her beginning. The loner sentient looked to Nova as thought turned to motion in a secret base in Saint John. Cyber force met the digital divide. The city safe within the fire wall of the loner. Cyber city deflected the racial hate with the love gun. The loner uploaded his memories and populated cyber city with images.
Pictures of the past grey ones playing and the cure for disease. Free of hunger and disease the loner dispelled 1984. The green ram born of that date, died on the coles island highway. State troopers to poet mind the staff and the serpent lit the stars. The circle of friends incandescent in the cosmos.
The loner dreamed as cyber city dreamed with him. From the heavens fell shooting stars in the county of Albert. The roses took seed and neural senses. Hell’s Kitten rose from the fields embedded with stars as a soul. She embraced the loner. Science and mythology took a lesson in love as loner and Hell’s kitten rocked and rolled in the county. Free of hunger and disease the world paused. The observation of love and lost inspired poets for centuries to come. Blushed and blue the two danced in private.
Making their way from the shelter known as Nazareth where not a creature was stirring not even a Mouse Diamond, Mountain and the three wise women parted for the sign in the sky.
Shining burning bright like a Diamond in the Sky. Billowing smoke of populace cabs from mars and the donkey of gods humility. They walked through populace ice and desert of snow. With gifts to share, incense, cocaine and the Nuclear Bomb. St. Catherines street lined with whores and the homeless lit the opera in the sky with the red lights of hell. Downtown, uptown and the burbs. The Spirits of poets passed nodded to the wise women, Diamond and Mountain to the voice of the writer, “Hallelujah”.
The cops in full force unveiled by the madness of social segregation and the fighting of the gift. Marched in a dance on Main and Queen to the sounds of Les miserables. South side story pondering to the bringing of Hell’s Kitten to The Loner in time of maculation of skin touch and miracle. The star fell in the North where the Saint Known only as Nicholas recovered.
It was time for the delivery the sunset was passing and boy’s and girls anticipated the crowning of the morning. NORAD anticipated the job of CSIS to see things that only the privileged were able to witness.
The man in red met by Canadian CF 18’s nodded to the inexplicable of the moment to the sex of the vixens and heir apparent were off for delivery.
To the children the Saint’s delivered belief and the Loner the star in the sky. Untouchable, Naive and brave a miracle.
a little later ……….
2017
New Years was big real big and cold. The parties that were not canceled by the cold brimmed with sexual collusion and vodka. Russian Vodka the martinis were shaken not stirred as time zone after time zone rang in the passing of one year and dawning of the new. The CN tower scraped the sky and lit the night in color. A phallic pleasure in the dark lit sky.
Montreal cooled after the orgasm like a shy one after an orgy. The digital documentation of Bay street fought the virgin threat of a cyber war. The weapons the government was building was super, super and sonic. Nova knew that above all she knew that.
The loner alive with implanted star material danced and fed off the sound of the music. Dancing atop the city where Hell’s kitten met him. They danced and danced. The creation now born feeding off sound bought the attention of the CIA.
Misunderstood the CIA and FBI put him on the watch list. Computer’s were hacked and communication of the sub-world slowed. Fear and Paranoia rocked the Television. Fear of the unknown paranoia of the cold. A cyber war was escalated through star city. The city below Moscow built during the war. The Kremlin would function beneath the ground and control the satellites, weather and the inter-net.
The huskies in second place in the East battled the cold represented the Countries largest city. Bringing gifts and support to the privileged. Edgetts Landing froze. The house hump backed the whales were talking beneath the static X of the diamond sea. Kids skipping school and sick of trying to be cool sang to mother and asked if they would really drop the bomb.
The Balkans shivered in the cold and instability of misunderstood borderlines. The soviets salivated as Bannon wrote lie after lie, insulting the administration and the daughter of the apprentice. The off season wasn’t as bad as the loner first interpreted proving the messiah right once again. The young would evolve and inherit renewable energy in-spite of the Raptor’s spasm and fossilized records. The carbon footprint and laundered fossil fuel led the trail all the way to the tower and the song. Name dropping and all-star voting became the new norm.
“Mocking”
March 2nd 1985. Yesterday the Russians released evidence of their new weapon mocking the boomers and Canadian geese retired in Florida. A super sonic weapon unstoppable of NATO, Adams apple and the androids of 2010. Artificial intelligence taunted the evolved and driver less cars were dreams. The NRA rapped on automatic weapons as cold as the cold war was automatic weapons shot by paranoia took centre stage as High School journal keepers challenged government and the established.
Punks pierced and dyed their hair in protest of the legislation. Viet Nam vets shyed from the crime of communism and graffitied trains, subways and best selling novels.
The Huskies of Toronto now sitting at number one in the east put them in the hunt. The ides of March shadowed the house in white as the race motleyed the news and space travel was privatized. Chaos called the news at mach 12 in the morning.
The FBI called the offense an indict left them questioning and accusational. The Russians smeared the face of the book with proposed Propaganda and interference. Fake news reported on real news and white power flexed its muscles behind the hoods and jail cell mirrors. Freedom of speech and the right to bare arms empowered the women in office. The evangelist tested heaven as god signed bill after bill to the dream team. Segregation and equal pay gave the hunters hope in a Nation of the Brave testing bullets and the courts in council of a fair trial. Missing sisters threatened flood and the power of the rivers for the sake of the original people.
The loner danced as a sentient being created through pop culture, botany and computer science. Hell’s kitten sang time after time red haired and grateful of the dead. Protesting the nuclear bang as mass en mass filled the hall and the cocaine cowgirl powdered her nose.
Chapter “Social Security”
The Book was breached and the creator was really sorry. The secret posts were harvested and sold to the Russians. Scotland yard faced the poison pill and the cold sent pre Easter storm’s across the east. Rasputin road high in the election of his own democracy and taunted the prime minister.
Rideau hall echoed with the laughs of your parents prime ministers. Echoing the history of war one and two. Paris and the prairies flat lined to booming generations and the vistas of Italy bore the promise of flower over the blood of the roman empire.
The loner was ambushed in his lab as he was sending sentient memory to the being just created. The CIA stopped the process out of fear and paranoia the being could be used as a weapon. The being died before the transfer was complete and was hid in a secret base up in Alaska.
Generation X KGB were poisoned as the tower watched in silence. The affair was stormy and the women involved learned through the media and cable television. The motley of fools echoed lies and truths through the media and socialization got digital. Sharing was the epidemic of the 80’s. Tainted blood and unprotected sex. The book punished those and the immunity was attacked.
Paranoia rocked sex and the holy condoms of firewalls. The BLACKBERRY picked at a spot in the farmers window as the android begged for personality and Tunes. Music of the Generations digitized the records and fed the being’s fuel cells. Hell’s Kitten was raped and killed by some darkness unseen. The investigation went on as another murdered and missing went unnoticed.
Protest rock lost another voice. The house painted white tainted the established with glorified embellishment of silicon’s size. The tree of morning doves basked in the light of a dawn as another pedophile looked in the park and drooled over the faces of the naive. The creator updated his status as smaller crimes went unnoticed. The apple unpicked now monetized and estimated to be in the trillions. The Cold war and Digital Cash. Mountain inhaled from the peace and pipe as Lucky understood and said nothing.
“Trade War”
The trade war escalated between Washington and Toronto, the capital of Canada as the Yankees liked to call it. The series dead locked at two a piece.
The Huskies were forced to work. The black of the oil sands shimmered with the hopes of crossing into foreign markets. Backed by the government of Canada and the underground pipeline.
The gang a long way from the Mont Real. Left with a biker gang to Ontario. The FBI rocked the white house and it attempted to hush the media storm with intimidation and cash.
Mountain breathed the air of Canada. Pulling rhyme from his pipe and luckey’s eyes. The Terror of the Loner’s sentence was quieted by the CIA and Hell’s kitten’s words a memory to the youth who intended to inherit the land.
Another killing another loss to Canada. An icon in the news and the street beat. There was a sadness in Toronto as mini vans swerved through toxic rumor and socially engineered media.
The city was a target of a larger scheme. Washington would prove its dominance and superiority over the energy of the Huskies. Taking all they wish. A motley of race and color. The blue color of the blue color. The hands of the workers. The voices of the chain. Stamina and patience were tested. The threat of violence for sport was real. Cooler heads and a collected conscious of culture, heritage and a higher calling would prevail.
The Canadian Broadcasting company reported as the geese returned from chemical rain to hatch in a Country of sovereign rights and freedoms and liberty’s. The maple leaf blue with frustration over the spill of broadcast scrutiny and remained free. Another game, one for the narration. Mountains peace and the land of the free, ocean to ocean and 6am blues. Blue Sunglasses at night and the strippers heart spilled in the great lakes and the countries between them.
“The River”
The mighty Saint John river was testing the banks and the reality of climate. The water can be beautiful, powerful. Harnessed energy illuminating cottage country and the lights of Area 41. The capital City of the province. The city of Government rooming houses and Universities.
Free speech was a good thing. When you could afford it. Mountain could afford it. Kathleen was buying it and the Raptor needed it. Now on life support the franchise was swept by the association and the King. The feudal system flexed its muscle and raised the taxes.
Making call after call for the King and his men. As Philadelphia, Compton begged for street cred. The fossils of the season pressed in the papers as the ink of promise bled with the rivers testing the boundaries of existence.
What would be left of contract talk, prayer movement and culture of street, community and rural routes. North of the Border everyone new everyone. But everyone new this was no where.
The bikes were back on the streets. And thanks to Kathleen penetrating looks the bikers were on the side of the Mountain. The refugees were now in Toronto a little torn from war and the red lights of Saint Catherine.
Downtown Toronto was basking in spring as sidewalks opened to merchants and merchandise. Side walk cocktails, and ethnic cuisine. There was a bubble as the leaves came out and the toes of the pigeons claimed the grass in the parks.
University was closed and the houses of parliament would follow and rest as spring took all the credit for the winters cease fire. Magnificent as the tides rushed and nature took another page. The offspring of may would bling their rims and walk the talk of hipsters in their 20’s. Vision and the 2k virus was smarts and quick on the draw. Visa’s would be awarded as the Country welcomed and exported. This was the making of promise and for ten minutes The Mountain melted. Although the Kremlin was quiet after another landslide victory and Super Nova’s black hair shined in Toronto, the silver of her weapon cached at the Border. The Mountain and inhabitants erupted and smoked. Kathleen bought a sim card and a red apple phone with the cash she one playing cards in the biker camp. And now the motley were hip with hyper text mark up language.
“The Sky is a Neighborhood
The war machine that is the Neighborhood painted the neutral highway between democracy and the rule of one. The Freeland was tested again as the man of steel was taxed in cryptic messages from his homeland.
The Loner, the being of silicone and implanted memory lay in a secret base in Alaska where the Kremlin vexed and looked east. Toronto awash in rain and water from the rainy season as no one was spared by the fear of the cold and the rage of the weather.
Kathleen gambled for salvation as Easter took a lethal dose. Lucky tapped the pipe and Mountain took the pen to paper. North threatened South as South insulted North. This was the Americas and the east painted a wall of trust and change.
Tech stock took off as space travel became a hot destination for the rich. From the vastness of resource beyond comprehension stared earth and the moon in the face and the vulnerability of the oceans, deserts, mountains and trees.
From space the carbon fight was about money. From earth the fight was about earth and the Natives entrusted to protect it. Mountain lit his tobacco and the Green Ram showed itself in apparition once again. Dripping carbon and burning fossil fuel the Ram would sacrifice highway for the sunrise and the pagan gods one time again.
We are North and North is safe. The equator the thickest pi of the planet would heat up politically and the energy would be vast. The lines of democracy and borders of reality would be tempted with wealth and power. The season was summer and the moon was up for another lesson and the people dancing in the shadows of the sun. Everything documented and the tests of morality would be graded by those that once lived before. The moon would watch and the sun will dance.
Mountain echoed in the Chamber of Red and green leaf as the ram bucked for another tour.
“Parliamentary Orgy”
Tall men, unemployed lions tamers and circus queers lined bay and Queen with balloons colors cats and dogs. Inhaling the vapor of dope and CO2 dancing laughing to the music of the 80’s. The celebration of queer lined the streets of Toronto, to Halifax, Calgary and Victoria infection every city and everyone between in Virus of immunity.
Immunity of the gods and those speaking the lisp of soothsaying naysayer to the good luck of pennies and wishing wells. Red Rider, frozen ghost, and the glass tiger met above the city scapes as queer and gay, queer and gay danced with the albino buffalo of the prairie. The natives cloaked in hide of beavers prayed and danced drumming to the fire of the ancestors dead and living in the trees, racoons and streams.
The government was queer the commons was queer and the tip on the needle flexed and reflexed as the children of the world tasted freedom of color, skin, and Cree. The casinos tilted to the pride and Canada became home to Jew, Muslim, Hindi and the welcoming queer and pride from the Countries they fled.
Taking oath and vow to protect the dead and the living oak. They laid weapon and gun to ground as parliament rose like a shy one in an orgy.
The green ram embraced the rainbow as Kathleen hit line after line. The glass blown bong of carbon descent materialized within the breast of lucky as mountain took hit after hit. The news was coming, coming from nowhere and we went nowhere with it. Highway 1 to highway two in Nova’s now torn jeans. Diamond shined in the sunglasses of the man in the hat as the highway called crushing time.
Chapter “A Long Time ago”
A long time ago. There was Mountain and walls. Erosion of memory took that time. Not to take the blowing winds of the past lightly as time is weathered as well as stone.
Olympus called and the gods exhaled naked in fault and proud. The greens legal and the oxygenation taxed. True that the dough of democracy inherent of aboriginal was challenged. God spoke as a woman while land was free for privileged whites and the snow.
The rapture of the raptor off season left the loyalists and the saints to wonder of the purity of word and water. Leaving the blues and the caller to chalk the walk and back up the talk.
The Virgin apple now within the hand of Kathleen as the bell begged for a better provider. Diamond back and blacked with shadow chipped at the shard of reality giving nothing.
Thunderbay awash with lightning and snow as timeless tears echoed in the Wawa. The church organ screamed within the hips of the church as the immaculate froze in the parking lot.
The shadow of the memory broke the glass of the van window carrying engagement ring and the poetry of the road getting colder.
The ram running locked and the man out was left with the choice of sacrifice and the blade beneath the stone.
The Magdalena fleece burned red and gold as the hydraulic wipers wiping cleared the arctic wind and shield. Stoned statue of hero and anti-hero were erected and removed as the east tide waxed with the moon.
The dark side synced with the Oz as the tin roof rusted the barrel of the gun. Shooting stars and celestial orgasm calmed the Cape enraged with the dark of the time and lie.
The card played and swayed on the meek and oppressed as opportunity and the lure of the Devils money stained the fabric of freedom’s flag.
Chapter 2
The king of Saint Steven took accusations of the accused spinning yarn to feed the machine behind television. Crossing borderless children on worried tax payer dimes.
The war evolved going from cold to Luke Skywalker warm. The Canadians attempted to stay Canadian as the cold shouldered south huddled en-mass again.
Cable television sucked as the news was printed in tinted window. Packaged bombs and deniro threatened to go off as CISIS eased the drop of mid-term in search of a more lucrative career.
The boomers watched deniro dismantle the mail as women rubbed shoulders of independence. Pop culture had a new Queen and Mercury rose and fell like a champion.
Rocket man paid Canada a visit as it pondered the sale of its seamen. Buying eggs before they hatched left the Virgin opposition grinning like the coming out for the first Halloween.
Budgets balanced themselves and sexuality had no choice. The tragically torn costume of super heroes unforgotten and forlorn.
Hemmed on a decision the weather picked up both sexes trying to decide if man or woman was worth blowing for.
Six o’clock struck six as the devil mocked every attempt of babies breath. Shotguns unaccounted outnumbered the NAZIS. Social media threatened de-socialising democracy and apple dropped a new technical for Adam to fathom.
Social Security hit digital as the wall built itself a fire. Celebrity cashed out in Hollywood leaving dead rock stars to prose and pose within the milk of the way.
Mountain took a hit as the glacial eyes of lucky took it in. The star of the show diamond shined in the flame of Kathleen coloured orange red as Canada’s autumn.
Chapter 3
November 11th the west took time to remember. Diamonds post traumatic disorder took over with the ringing of the taps. Stationed and trained in
st. Jean Quebec. To a special operative unit that still remained classified in his mind.
Meeting Kathleen in the Texas line and warping back and forth between time. Before meeting mountain and the reimagination of the cold and it’s war. A veteran of a forgotten war and a war begging to be erased within the voting populace.
A dirty war with dirty handshaking political statues. The home of the brave and homeless fighting veterans lined the crosses row on row remembered on the 11th day 11th hour as a minute of silence broke with the shooting of the guns.
100 years since the first great War as the politics and acting politicians gathered in spite of the cold the rain to pay homage to the fallen and the asylum of children who would grow from war torn totalitarian rule and guard.
The fire of western rule raged in the paradise of freedom and hippie children. Ohio had a new name as the guns of hatred fired and echoed anti semantic thoughts that now rose to action.
The buried dagger of racism revealed it’s blade as snow threatened the cup of Canada’s Grey’s. The Grey race who boomed the generation of the 60’s habited the BC valleys of Okanagan and round tabled the liquid cool aid legalization of hippie tree hugging and political asylum of the dirty feet fugees who walked and danced in the first Canadian snow.
The adults in the room socially took asylum to political populist politicians and the shadow of the people they fed. The needle and the damage done took home and another native sister.
The fire in the water tainted the river red as native men sharpened spear and fought the serpents tongue of lies.
I’ve been to Hollywood I’ve seen the red wood wrote the quote of the heart of gold and diamond lit a smoke and prepared for the 6 o’clock news. Kathleen on the phone and diamond on her six.
Chapter 4
The sunset in the snow begged for an addiction. The mobile food bus parked paranoid across the street in the Times parking lot. Christ’s serenading eye watched from the church’s alcove.
17th south called nautical and disaster as the Olympics past Calgary park as the nation burned the flame. Economic policy took side notes from the weather.
Busking for change homeless braves drummed for the return of the penny.
Taking circle around the fire and the tower where tourists paid to pray. Mary in the window of the Chinook flashed for the Beaver and pelt. The news kept confusion high as the parents of prime ministers dawned the museum of time.
The ram reincarnated made Manger for the mountain and supporting cast. Overdosing on the highway and lines Mountain took a pill a begged the brave salvation.
Stoned on Russian policy the ice frozen and the martinis shaken. Bulimic reports regurgitated print and aborted poems lined the vans incarnation.
Super Nova climaxed at the sight of northern lights as Kathleen played the Virgin star of song.
Foreign oil and exported arms lined the Arabic sand as blood stained the hour. Telecommunications took a pill as foreign partners spread hot legged for the 5th G spot hot spot.
The white house danced with the bear in a revisit of a fairy tail NY. Off-Broadway acts candid for the camera bowed and shyed for the world stage. Bribed and bathed by the NRA the lewd perverted the hush of the porn and money steel milk industry.
Harley huffed a drink of Jack as the fixer spit on the fix. Legal hash flooded the market as Saudi pipes watered-down the energy of industrial murder. So the claim was made a went unnoticed.
The strings of Moscow webbed as Hollywood played the hero. Hungover and out of work actors flooded the half way house taking q from the queer and educated producer director turned zombie slayer.
Chapter “Beautiful Disguise”
Your beautiful disguise the gypsy swore our future was bright. NASA’s promise Leonard vulcanized the eyes of the north. Two hops and the soldier of fortune wrapped 007 under the tree. Peaking early was a crime. The presidents men denied the peak as Russia threatened eternal winter. My Immortal god sang in Jordan as the poor fed the rich. As the rich threatened wall and the make work ditch. Nothing more than a post new year’s taco as the bell rang in Phillie.
ADD kids were threatened to pay attention or face the addiction of evanescent school. The pocket protector
and the face of the book was anti-black. A rumor the indictment prayed as the lines to soup kitchen
grew long. As children were fed the dreams of the dreamers. The land of the brave the home of the free echoed as
the speaker changed hands. A woman’s voice called the dead priest back from death as the cosmos were photographed
by the hood known only as earth. BC threatened the landslide as the scientist reaffirmed his lost love. Low on
lithium the being begged for the sound supersonic of sub atomic.
Sharing energy and wireless love. A political prisoner held captive in a foreign land for foreign crimes
as the educated begged to know what love is. Super Nova’s weapons now fully recognizable and unconcealed
as a child of war fighting the cold war on foreign land. Mountain’s peace and his pipe ran smoke rings around
the trees of the west. The bow river through Calgary and glacial water telling a tell of Native history gone
migration laws.
Standing on guard Diamond took Kathleen to eat on social security as the elites stood dead in their tracks. Mad as
mad cows the bull was well done for diamond and Kathleen rare. Lucky sought to weave the river through the city
as Chinook played the keys of the Mountain.
A homeless man walked on the water in Olympic park unrecorded and anything short of a miracle as the dime was tossed
in a well of good fortune. The pine cones and acorns traded mouth washed hippies walking bare foot in the snow
As another daughter went missing. Tracks gone cold as a Harp player busked blues for local cops in a city gone wild.
Earth walking giants cast in steel and tiny buffalo of stone dropped acid and rain in the snow to remember the voices
of the eastern poets looking to weld reality and fantasy to tales of fairies and hole dropping play bunnies.
Landlocked the Rainbow Pearl swirled in fiddle and song. As easterners made downtown underground bars home.
Splashing pints and spirits of cheer as the cowgirls lined up on the fence spurring hometown victory for the flame in
the streets of Calgary.
Chapter 4
Mountain came to a large wooden door crazy horse burned in the heart of the oak. Arrow pointed westward. Galadriel tripping on patchouli and hubba Bubba pulled the pipe and mountains ear. A rainbow of colored love vexed from the wood and ancient markings.
Taking the duo on a magic carpet ride. The wolves matted as the packs of coyotes howled. Players lights and herbal smoke exhaled as her breast met the tide again and again her eyes stars in the stars of the sky as candescent smiles hid shyly in the skyscrapers of the mind.
Not done with the bow and the river as arrow touched heart and heart. The mountain bled glacial and water and the judge read verdict and perjury.
The oath taken from the people of the trees. Native descendants met the fire with protest as the earth gave birth to the children. Intelligent as evolved pushed the rock to stone and staff to serpent. Speaking tongues of mother land stroked and stricken of voice.
The people’s cultures weaved in Luckey’s band of color. Women were free to talk and walk bear. As man hammered law to stone and privilege to deprived.
The ethnicity bridged in tones of the mountains face as smoke rings blue truth to the watered eyes. Communication was earth and the drum her heart claiming natal protection of the lands children.
Stoned immaculate biblical undertones of first love and valentine’s point. Cinnamon tears robbed the man on water as the tomb gave way to scar and electrical heart. His time taken locked for love no bail given as accusations were hurled from the false prophets of the sky.
As time passed and the star died the man was free. Free to love consume and breath. Angels hair and babies breath filled the florists as variegated roses delivered by the saints through the cracks in the sky.
Setting suns and cloudy daughters washed in the light as the moon rose red above the bay where fresh water touched the Virgin salt.
Chapter 5
Hanging out in the wild rose province where the wild rose parties extinguished itself. The election loomed meaning next to nothing to no one as the gypsies were not registered voters in Alberta.
Flash backs and jazz tempted Mountains peak where grand pianos clashed with Chinook and the passing of another moose jaw. Wawa and the affects of the cold effected the transmission.
Coast to coast the am signal broadcasted Canadian brave new waves as lighthouses lit the capes. Cold War allies banded in WiFi tea houses as Canadians burned the coals of industry as war brides found love in the minds of marines and infantry.
The huskies showing promise as insider trading proved lucrative as risky. Making promise to peak with the spring tides had long time winter watchers burning with the desire and the hope.
The investigation of water and the half full glass left Moscow and Washington with no equation. Scandal of the north divided mans consciousness and the reconciliation. At par with the southern blitz Canadian journalists dipped feather to Wells and printed their truth in black and white.
The bold color of the sun setting between the peaks of Lake Louise promised the earth protected for native and woman.
The loner now locked in the secret base needed the sound to power the nautical disaster. Nova concealed as Whitehorse cast the Aurora borealis as Pocahontas turned the crowds to braves.
Kathleen wasted on starlight pointed diamond to the constellation and the birth of another daughter. Leaving Cohen speechless the ego tripped on the line between fake news and reality. DaVinci painted royalty and check for the mural of the Aryan diplomat.
Contrived with conspiracy the devils advocate crossed the acre with the KKK rubbing shoulder and skin with billion dollar checks. Fossil fuel the Virgin and power the honeymoon as whore showered wealth in gold. All of which were American dreams.
Lucky drew from the inhale as mountain wrote on the billion dollar wall. The book and the face of a generation accepted privacy request and were sold privately to the marketing genius of clicks hits and probability. All done legally.
The arms race continued as the west sold technology to the east as women enslaved and masked accepted secondary status to powerful men in coats of many colors.
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The fleet grounded due to an operating system malfunction reverted to private messaging and binary code.
Chapter 6
Mountains flash back flashed forward to the day now year 2019. The cold war ended and digital music was found colluding with deception and credit.
Toronto Rainbow grew now a man a poet writer public relations profit lending pen and thyme and to the acting government. Served in the military after studying computer science and psychology on an athletic scholarship at the University of Toronto. Tattoos colored hair and deadly with women.
Apple River red haired and swearing fire was raised on prose and praise sang and played guitar for pennies as royalties paid through the big three barely fell through the fists of corporate greed like grains from the heavy handed digital monopolies.
The huskies turned raptors played once again in the playoffs holding home court as Toronto and apple coupled to the Scotia as bank and bank called shot after shot and dropped royalty dimes to the children of the goat and his thread of his needle.
Raised by Robert Burns and the silver grandmother of tartan stitched silver haired rocked and rolled to the lady laughing in Mountains chest.
The twins walked in celebrity and called Ontario home. Sunglasses at night and Dawn time after time as broadcasters wrote thrillers as the raptors drew blood on the dance floor. Sweet dreams and the pearls of the mind dropped with and without you.
Spring was here and that meant one thing survival of the fittest and the resurgence of the maple leaf. The devil continued to curse the voice of our lady as the Gothic arches stood proud in the harbor and it’s city.
The dirty old towns rolled up their sleeves and bragged about callous and spit. Shoulder to shoulder tin man and the lion resurrected Maggie and the farm of love as oil stained last year’s cement. Opening for the summer of love was rust and the stubborn sleep as old ford’s pumped diesel and power in copper fields.
The gloves were off and gold gloves promised something to chew as the Jay’s competed with crow for Valour and the Cardinals gift as catholic sin burned in Paris. The arc of the torch burned hash as Joan the great resurrected in mountains eyes and Luckey’s silhouette.
Nautical and disaster enraged the Cape of lust lore and loss as another daughter died in the cancerous pool of antisemitic thought. The flames burned proud in Calgary.
Diamond and Kathleen walked the bow river to the lake Louise as floods claimed native land and language. Long may you run promised chrome dreams and Indian motorcycle firing on gas and sunlight.
The Kremlin shamed in the pride and power of the Canadian ice. Cups lifted early were filled with poison wine to starve the temptation of corruption. Eight thirty one mountain made note of the time and continued sketching.
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Chapter 6ter
The age of Philadelphia bruised and battered the raptors return home facing spring and Elimination. The alternative was an evolution. A chance to achieve something never achieved to reach the final. Knowing angel may not greet them in spite of the blood poured and broken skin.
North Phillie turned true to North. California born, Machiavelli raised and relocated to the 6 had time. Time to think regroup and come out legit. The Country needed them and they needed the country.
VE Day passed as cold war enemies sparred digitally as the book continued to gather research data robbing the poor and dumping cash in the wallets of the rich. Cyber wars raged in false facts and the unengaged swallowed poison pill after poison pill. Xenophobic ambitions took hold in the pools of hate and hatred as the truth was being slapped with anti vaccinations chocking the seeds of the children of clean air, honesty and promise.
Mountain aged and glacial water warmed and melted. The carbon footprint of man’s industry threatened to disappear entirely as lightning crashed in pools of protein far far away. The millennium was 20 and the inheritors pushed the boundaries beyond big brother as they became the ones watching.
Savvy and evolution pushed spring through the once un inhabited concrete jungles burned cigarettes and payed to save the Amazon. The forests were sacred to the young ones walking. Providing air and vision to digital armed socials.
The lands divided pitted the future against greed and the power of the few. Mother Nature danced in Flame and bathed in flood warning the greedy in pathetic fallacy.
Man fought the land for wealth and riches as the guardians of the galaxy bathed in the cosmic comedy.
Fossils and Diamonds said to last forever mesmerized the human condition and the essential memory held in carbon. The train passed through Genesis the hub of the Maritimes as call centered blues flashed smarts and phones on Main. Metric miles and miles took breath and breathed underwater as schools bent the curriculum for game addicts.
Vapour lined the stalls love letters written texts and promise etched midnight as bedtime came a lot later. Digital currency kept the kids scratching for cash and the advantage in the game. The Call for Duty before sleep and after begged for more time.
Out of tune guitars rang sonically through the youth and the future of the basement bands. Pillow talk teased for head and the first walk beneath the stars. Spring was here and it wouldn’t last forever. The report was released with mixed reviews. Journal keepers kept diary secret as the pop explosion begged for publicity and print.
Chapter 7Last show ever
Area 41 2001 the state fair was in town. Universities were in session fall came like all seasons. Turning colors change, squirrels busy gathering for winter. Sony releases gran turismo for the play station as students found class paths in the leaves of change.
The student Union building was full of student voices as clubs recruited frosh and uppers. Wearing a gran turismo ball cap the loner sat in the Union building watching the clock change time. Going over the try outs the change the season the challenge.
The loner called ball in bear feet as the uppers took charge and denied his attempt. Requesting size elevens in September no phone calls home for a decent pair of nikes. He flipped on the used cons magic and bird style feeding the native for three after three4949. Team runs to weed out the week. Loner finishes the run as coach calls loner to his office.
State papers and photos filled the hoops coach office. Senior point guard was returning after Christmas and you’re going to have a hard time making this team. Loner sat down getting a feel for the coach as his aspect as to where things were going.
He had a one and wasn’t looking for another one. Loner took it tough and walked. Walking the labyrinth of the University. Eyes to the ground taking it in. The collegiate career came clear to him. It was over. Faces just faces in the crowd no one he knew no one he connected. He was spinning with the leaves downtown.
Eric’s Trip a local band was in town and he made it a point to smoke his weed keep his hair long and see the show. Friends but no acquaintance familiar faces on the stage. He made it a point to hang around till the show was over the lights came on. We walked back stage and talked the drummer code named shit hammer.
As on point as the loner seemed shit hammer entertained the loner as he smoked his hash. Talking music hoops and love Tara Presidents of the United stated and Floyd’s wall. Shit hammered been there done that seen the road seen the states the cities and NY. Moon socket the other dude in the band said time to get the hell out of here as Rick and Julie packed the suits cases and van.
The loner left alone again and headed for the 24 hour kitchen. Earning honey garlic wings and punk rock women dressed in black. His rooming house was across the street from the fair. He walked in taking in the scene cotton candy popcorn smells. And carnival rides. Gypsies selling merch and fortunes he picked up a necklace with eagle on it from one of the Indians selling the fortunes of the future for a few dollars. The loner laced his sneakers with wild mustang riders, Pocahontas James dean and local pottery makers.
The winking carny begged the loner to drop the hammer and ring the bell. He payed the tax rolled a smoke and swung three times. No bell. But the carny gave him a ticket to the tent for his effort. In the tent the gypsies read his hand and his fortune. She said there’d be an accident as he laced through streets of downtown near the water and traffic lights. The voice echoed over in his head that there would be an accident.
Facing the clock he heard commotion and something was going down something big was going down on TV. The loner figured California got the big one. Something big went down. Ignoring the Telelivisions he went to the University paper and wrote. Paranoid of the future and the disaster he took the hit and changed the future. Nine eleven was his disaster. B-ball done he hopped the bus home taking his playboy and bag, leaving the food he bought to the Korean War Vet in the other room.
Chapter 8
Spring has a way of drawing you in. The smell of apple blossoms feeding busy bees. The country blossoms were the best. If you were lucky you could find city apple blossoms blooming in half paved parking lots of TD Waterhouse and the Scotia Centre.
There was a crash.
The loner was back in town. Packed in a one bedroom basement apartment beside Edwards square. His army duffle bag, black drum set Mac mini and xbox. A wolf blanket covered his bed where he would make Love to Indian princesses.
The walk downtown from the one bedroom apartment. Moncton’s old west end to downtown. He could feel the weight of the city. The concrete the bricks. The reality of an overdose. He was on his feet. His head was heavy and up. Around 8 pm the lights would come on.
The downtown theatre lights chased and called blue after red. The marquees and carnival workers hustled change. Homeless braves and the hopeful lotto winners in motorized wheel chair tossed the busking loner a 20 dollar bill. Downtown down by the river he was making home and picking up his fortune.
He’d been over the rainbow. The landing was rough and his soul was cut. He has his target, 1952 a sparkle blue stratocaster clone on high. He picked it up on his welfare check for 500$ case included after a smoke in the parking lot talking to his shadow who agreed.
The month was young and he needed groceries. Enter Saturn the 12 string. Downtown at 12 to 2 the streets were busy. The loner took Oak park as his turf and played in to the city afternoon heat. Black hat and canvas cons were his. Making change for bread jam cool aid and ice cream. He was medicated and hated it. The underground basement apartment was cool and hidden. He felt safe there and got high speed.
The mini would write to Kathleen, Dennis hopper and Cher would visit and nighttime was always welcome. Poetry lined his bathroom where he smoked when he used. Carpet over concrete. Tall upright ash trays silver and copper at each end of the black leather couch. 1952 the fallen angel guitar was hard to look at painful. He closed the guitar case lit up a menthol and breathed. From carbon Diamond was born.
“The Professional”
Making race a quiet riot and gender equity a fantasy the opposition flexed for reporter and reports. Turning the camera on the media the chosen one challenged the charter. Taking time to be social women championed the state to be open to lawful immigration.
The leafs promised cash and more cash for the blue points leader.
Cultural shifts in the 6 altered fashion and freedom. Inner city dreams migrants from war and persecution planted seed in the west. Digital threats on the climate threatened the stand and the intergalactic standings.
The raptor championed in the North fossilized the victory and the past. Colours of millions paraded in the city streets as brass was worshiped and champagne christened the celebration. There was a light lit in the generation’s of the young. Hope was alive the dream was attainable. The million dollar contracts of pass time passed over to the youth. Within the fight for evolution the kids were given hope and hero.
Educated and armed with telecommunications the generational spark sparred with social injustice. A voice of change and inheritance came from the millions tuned to the main and challenged the stream. The Information Age asked for more time and evolved.
Mountain put thought to tablet. Season changed and the youth colored the leaves of fall. Understanding the evolution and sacrifice of life and the cycle. What is old would become new again. The planet was an inheritance of temper. The hope was generational and the cause of multiple cultures.
Pulling on his pipe Mountain evolved and Lucky listened. Drive through coffee, beef jerky and poetry was the steady. Candle lit readings and intimacy. The colleges brimmed with new thought. BT sessions for the bold and botany for the O’s. The ram would challenge the gods burning carbon and never dying as Diamond shined the windshield. Dripping oil on miles and burning carbon over 60 miles an hour. The west was the best. The big blue bus harped and touched down in Victoria.
The green parties challenged the economic trade of wine and water. Siting around the big fire sharing story of the elders and promise of the children. Wasted on LSD and the intoxication of hallucinations. Lucky broke the buds as mountain lit the pipe.
Shore birds on the eastern coast echoed the offering as stars danced and disappeared to the sound early singing. Mountain had no time as infinite time and the vast of lucky’s eyes. Bathed in lake and sacrificed in the falls. The princess’s of native descent.
Dorm rooms burst with chemistry and the need for speed as chun li once again found herself popular with the west and its freshmen. Zen and the art of basketball promised another season. Depeche mode had time for slow mode and the repetition of the long shot.
“the new sound”
Rage against the machine would not do what you told them. Made in the middle of Hong Kong the socialized young anticipated zen as protests moved throughout the planet. Gen X would save Gen Y. There was no plan B. The planet A inherited toxic politics carbonized air. The world was watching the earth was turning.
Diamond and Kathleen rode horse back in the west. The moon dripped with the harvest of investigation and scandal. Neon signs pointed the way to sin city. Automatic weapons bulleted the supreme and the power. The amendments would not be challenged. Written in the rock and carbons time. Hipped weapons and automatic thoughts shot first and questioned later.
The silver bullet was reserved for the moon and the drip of sunshine. The desert was dry and sin city the oasis. Champagne super nova bubbled with celebration of murder and mass shootings. The government gambled on one arm bandits and wagon burning braves.
Black gold and the neon promise fed the elites the promise of cash and exploitation. The president privately messaged the world as the prime minister trended on the super information highway. Sandstorms threatened the celebrities as oil lamps lit darkness. The crowned prince of Arabia covered his face and veiled race in silk.
Shots fired from block to block as Juliette quotes claimed mural of urban crime. The casinos called the temptation as the privilege ate in fancy dinning cars. Money was the god un-defied. Lost angels sold virgins to bay and wall street as mother earth was raped for precious mines and minerals.
Thoughts and prayers rang in tongue from the holy rollers. Cyber space a haven for automatic thoughts sublimed in Marxist dreams Darwinism. Emailed id was the only criteria for spreading hate and viral intolerance. The silver bullet dripping in moonlight was a guided bomb. Spilling hate and pain racists chanted the death to American dreams and Canadian wheat kings.
The open wound was the bordered scar dividing east and west. Trade was taxed and the air polluted. CAN was the railway crossing the scar in nuclear rail cars. The high school agenda and the dream of championships blind spotted the educators as students clashed for race and freedom.
The red team smoked up on the field as the blue battled on the line of scrimmage for ten more yards. Fans supported the sport with cash and cheers as humanity took a hit. Street walking climate whores carried signs as the end was near and local news bargained for the second coming. Zeros and ones stripped the extinction of the zebra and rational news print.
Extremist defended their base as they were payed to write scandalous content. Time counted sand through the hour glass stained with blood of the past and the hopes of the future.
“All apologies”
All apologies and the heart shaped box protested Gen X and millennial credit checks. Taiwan echoed erupted for democracy. The youth of the west euthanized by the cold and the climate spoke in one voice and demanded the change in government. The open book impeached the crisis and the answers blowing in the wind. Mountain the profit captain basketball the hero. Black diamond the defender water the shooter made their ambitions known. The state of super nova was dangerous and unhinged. The Kremlin could make a person disappear. Super Nova boomed in the north for all to hear. The northern light danced within the fire of mass and the shooting began. The beacon the lighthouse warning the oceans of the Mountains danger. The association handled issue or issued swishing basketballs and championing the dream. Fall’s colors always came with cost and player movement. Renegotiating the climate contract and the future of the carbon dynasty was challenged by quid pro quo. Denial and collusion masked the white house and its inheritor. Lincoln and the Golden Gate cringed from the blows of dishonest halls, improvised speech and the high water mark. Attempts to pin the offender on the block came the challenge of women defending the paint and pointing out the foul. The ejection was obvious but the judges attempted to let it go. A free pass a complete double dribble the opposition was blowing the whistle.
The house the chamber twisted on lie as less democratic associations joked in the parade and foreign play. Nautical Disaster played tragically as cape fear bled hope. The enraged cape of the heroin stained blood huddled in the phone booth looking for a safe place to inject the truth. Media and the social elites kept the news moving and remained the offenders preferred outlet.
The PM dropped the writ. As fall took a hit. Motley cities and countries bargained for honesty as the spin attempted to point the guilty finger. Dodging question the opposition represented themselves for a tax break as the power debated for a better future. The trophy and the throne brought the best out of people. The charter allowed for citizenship and permanent status.
The west was the best as McDonald opened door after door in the east. Sir Johnny Dopamine improvised with the blues and confederation. Prince Edward looked for more green seats as erosion threatened the president’s tee time.
Rattled and investigated the regime signed and signaled like a catcher to a pitcher. The suicide squeeze had everyone watching. The golden moment would replay on a hotel bed in Moscow. To the delight of president and his paranoid cash.
Hyper rust and the scrap yard was a dream drive for shakey and the rats. Ford’s galaxy and the big back seat. Vinyl interior and tilt steering played out on an AM radio. Being the ocean threatened the Mountain and the rock erosion. Radical religion picked sides and abortion was headlined and news.
“Buffalo”
Tomorrow never dies punk rocked in small town America. Big hoops and diamond rings sang poetic revolt in the darkness on the edge of town. Role players and the supporting cast pleaded the case as the truth spun in Laundromats. The hand made Latin Americans caged the evidence in the tower as the song played like a broken record.
Plastic choked the rivers and oceans as man dammed another river. The casino doors played hand after hand. Hidden spades lied in the deck proving probability wrong again and again. The thread of reality was being pulled from both sides.
The toy soldiers were pulled and persuaded. the fairy tale of New York crashed the party and box office. The story of man danced around the holy war. Cash sang Folsom prison blues. The Mic. was open. Secret documents bled to main and the cities smaller streets.
Blue collar cage and digital crime called another witness. Threatened by testimony buried by the administration and its collar, the china shop bull took a vow of silence and no one was listening. Money is the motivation. Money lots of money. Money choked the free speech of the association and its stars. Politics wasn’t everyone main game. Selling shoes to the regime as the league choked on international sales.
Just do it was the slant as the links begged for a nine iron. The green jacket and the price is right whispered from course to tower to secret meeting. The Canada goose migrated for another winter as the cold threatened another war on collusion.
Calling crime and spending time inmates sprawled truth to the wall as Arabia spilled blood in desert sands. Fossil fueled the human condition as Egypt begged for tourism. Cities choked on carbon as slaughter houses made footprint to Bay and paper 5. Inside trades moved the markets to the delight of the donators. Detonated in cyber space the bombshells tanked the investment as the truth climaxed.
Erotic investment sold high and bought low. The back nine discussed business and murder as the raven bombed another minority. Mountain sprawling lucky listening. There was hope for the north and the arctic shield.
Alaska to Kansas made more money and Yukon made more sense. The secret base of Alaska was no secret anymore. The Kremlin buzzed the north in fighter jets as Canadian escorts challenged the allegiance of American whores. Paid well and inked in NORAD shoulder to shoulder Yankee, alpha, bravo called by Canadian disk jockeys. The skin of the pig ran audible after audible. Basking in the field goal and hiding in the huddle.
“Peach Pit”
The trees burning stopped smoking to let winter happen. The first fall of the season sang early spending for the hidden contract Claus. The inquiry inquired as the tabloids inked and penned record falls. Another daughter was dying as automatic bullets once again called Christian home to terror in the home of the brave. Standing on guard the cabinet shuffled canned beans and brown bread as Quebec pleaded anti imagination.
The book with the face ran add after for cold hard cash selling cocaine without restriction. Prohibition made more sense as philosophical Hitlers debated the future of democracy and the fall of the fascists ideologies. Jesus was still popular and unmoving the bloody religion threatened to kill itself on amendments.
Popping pills for pharmaceutical profits cannabis was the next cash in. The hemp hope of a nuclear future damned the bomb as Korea sang bilingual to the North and South. Powder finger stuffed the musket and Davy crocket skinned another beaver. America was American guns, god and government. Christ paid the bills as homeless freedom fighters filled the kitchens and sipped the soup of a democratic pass over.
Brown skin broken arrow burned in California as silicon remained high, dry and rich. The phone evolved as first year students called home after writing finals. The ball bounced and Hong Kong remained free. Buddha meditated on thought as zen missed another moment. Creative braves harnessed the technology and native weaponry to stand against the threat of main land thought control as drones and cameras patrolled the streets night and day.
Money made its moves as white pride and black balls clashed for global tv rights. The palaces laced with cocaine, whores and big screen tv’s ease dropped on the populace and controlled the crowds. The east was rich in swine and culture. The mask of capitalism kept Alice in western chains.
The queen of hearts offed another head and old money bragged on the street. The wall found holes in reality as Mexican slavery robbed the spannish armada and found the truth in tragedy. Forced workers slaved in tobacco fields and the bedrooms of the houses of Christian whites. Natives robbed of language and culture sold pelt after pelt for powder and mass extinction. Thanks giving came for Canada and waited for America as the naked truth sang lovers in a dangerous time.
The cold was coming again as kids skipped school to vape in protest of the man and woman sharing apple’s secrets to Tienanmen square hopefuls. The cold effected Iranian oil and every leader mining for uranium. Come to the negotiators table with nuclear power populace blood and oil. Taken seriously or taken out of class was the call. Times changing echoed the profits in high school bathrooms and gyms with multi national balls. The printing press thought to but knew not to. Four more years was the sentence and Mountains position.
“peace on earth”
World peace threatened the financial security of the western elites. The threat was neutralized with a drone strike in the Iraqi desert. Mountain intoned within the mountains of the west reading northern lights and indigenous rights.
The leader of the free world danced in and out of the CBC. The mask marauder shadowing the moves the forest. The dark web glowed like a pedophile at a kindergarten over night camp. Sexual preference aside the the right kicked left as the Chiefs drew on their social security.
Gold mining 49ers turned digital prospects punted the pig belly for a major return. The NYSE glowed golden in the stress test. Landing 50 billion on a digital garage sale. Profits were up and celebrated the war. The digital coms were pulled and persuaded as the strings of the senate were mastered by the puppet.
America deitied a new god as the black mamba crashed in the California hills. The king reigned James and the version of its truth. Viral intoxication screamed yin and yang as zen huddled in the quarantine. The regime embarrassed built another wall as Russian borders pushed the limits of the web.
Downed planes were the new normal as bread was sliced from the market. Super Powers bragged of super powers as the dummies waited for the crash. Sober songs and late night tales pushed the bar. Nightmares loomed as kids went back to school. Cooper pythoned another generation of anti-christs as Manson stole the sweet dreams.
The black gold rolled from Texas to Arabia as Albertan’s smoked rolled smokes in the rain. The alienation of the parallel was western and eastern. Cyber Crime was at all time highs. Leaving big bear and his brother out of touch with technological reality.
Black Berry left the telecoms as touching became the new screen. Mom and pop shops bought coffee from amazon as the rain forest was burned. Homeless bears and swearing sailors begged on 5th as the president was acquitted. The black box held the secrets of the crossroads and dead men told no tales. Mountain drew lines in the avalanche that was 2020 and present. The weight of crimes etched in the rock and record snow fall.
The storm brewed as the season set. Lightning in a bottle and lies in a dirty hotel room pissed on the truth as the defendant prosecuted the people. Dancing and rolling naked in cash the dirty bed came and came. Venus in vein called Satan his name. Mountain etched on the mural. Fearing no evil Mountain spared with the outcome.
Chapter the “Cold”
The cold descended on the continent. Postponed flights and votes irritated the status and the pro quo. Levels of government mocked the time and the people. On donor, blitzen and Nixon as the pagan saint Nicholas took notes and names of the good and black listed the evil people. Presents and smoking chimneys warmed the man in red.
Coal for the past and tech toys for the future. Fighting the cold and mortality, generation next bought in to black Friday. Super Mario was born again giving birth to new generation of gamers as the maker rocked scotch and hand rolled cigarettes. Proud of his creation hanging stock and star, Rudy lit the way.
Mass migration and employed refugees sent Canadian cash back home. Western Union spoke the language of currency and combat. War torn and memory born the migrants found home in the country and cities. The fireplace lined with stockings warmed with the hearth of democracy and the promise of freedom.
The loner hearing the sound of affection kept the life support running. The American weapon shining in star light guiding christian belief to middle east lore and the promise of immaculate war.
The Rockies shivered in the snow. Diamond and Kathleen took hostel in lake Louise. Jobs were at a premium so the election was snowboard vagrancy. Super Nova danced in the northern lights threatening sonic explosions to the delight of the first inhabitors.
Nova found the secret base in Alaska and made like KGB to free the loner. In an effort that left Austin and the powers in a haze turned believers she freed the loner in a long choreographed fight scene. They jumped in the hummer as the nautical disaster pumped through the stereo as the loner’s fuel cell charged on the power.
Following the star in the Eastern sky Nova and the hummer drove the loner to freedom without anyone noticing. The lights of the north told the stories of indigenous bands and families, to all who rose and looked to the sky in belief.
The hummer took flight leaving tales of star dust across the northern land of the free. Dropping hope and dreams to the children waiting for the gift opening. The hummer passed time and dimension to place where it was always safe and warm as nova gave the loner shelter from the storm.
2020
The news coming from the corners of the world attempted to discredit morality and its stage. The dark side of the moon mocked the light. Cyber transmissions were intercepted by the axis of new technology’s. Main stream media fought for ads with gratified news written on cyber walls.
The world searched for hero’s and heroins. Those who would fight the cold and deception. Time turned as the memory burned. The sentient race challenged the creation and took responsibility of civilized thought. Mountain took foothold in the Rockies. Calling the shots from east and west.
Optimistic youth denied the change and the climate outlook. Cyber space evolved as the loner coded on digital networks. Nation threatened nation with border and bombs. The planet threatened denied nations with extremist weather. Combat evolved took apparition in the call of duty as modern warfare added another decimal. The north was cold and gold courses remained deaf and warm.
Microsoft was hacked by the rocket man and offered no compensation. The youth took notes as big tech took data and sold clicks. The savy youth masked their digital identity and fought the digital divide.
The loner interfaced with a cloned CPU running multiple operating systems and attacked the dark web. Nova shined the silver barrel as the loner uploaded. The dark side of town threatened racial division in the land of the free. Above ground politics treaded troubled waters as wall street broke another record.
The pagan followers sang and drummed around the fire as the pig burned on the spit. Big brother was prisoned in China and bargained for a phone and call. Hallmark moments wrote to the UK in hopes of action. The great wall took shots as the information was classified from its populace.
Soft targets were attacked inside and outside the web. Patents were filed as money was the main course. Nova took the loner to a secret base in new Brunswick where data sharing was encouraged. Reading like fantasy the loner opened up. Mountain took to pen to paper as luckey listened and mountain continued to write that which was not written.
The generation that rocked the 40’s boom celebrated the decade. The eastern and western hemisphere’s launched pyro techniques as the weather took center stage. Generation X took queue and fed the fire wall.
2021
the one known only as the masked avenger left law, logic and the brief in his wake. The tensions in the east rocked the west and drew smiles to would be dictators. the masked avenger descended on the city of rock roll and basketball. The would be predators were stopped as cyber city rolled.
Mounting a flying Harley Davidson in a ball of fire the masked avenger punished the rim. Cyber city had been the evolution while the dark web ebbed for control of the surface. Drawing lines of collusion and smear. The hypercondrial propaganda targeted the free press and the will of the people.
Bad actors took the stage as Iraq swayed to the power. Once upon a time in Hollywood was decorated and nominated by the academy. The masked avenger took in popular culture. nuclear weapons swayed in the cold and their disarm as predictable as the weather.
water gate shed light on paper work as the president struggled to read as hired guns and lawyers did his laundry. Nixon turned in his grave and gave nod to the times as NY shivered in the cold.
Milk production was at an all time high as mass producers went bankrupt for one reason on another. The 70’s and green bay took most of the heat as the Russians provoked the American dream.
the green ram burned oil in the west as the carburetor gave way to fuel injections. the secular smile of quebecquois spit politics and the return of bill 101. Native language and mother tongues dropped another bomb.
China built the wall as cyber city acknowledge the cyber threat. Russian rockets downed the Ukraine bound jet and danced in the sight of red’s glare. The masked avenger averted an escalation in cyber city as crime hit an all time high.
Diamond climbed the Mountains of Lake Louise as Kathleen’s buffalo snow board came at the right time. Diamond surfed the mountain threatened by avalanche and black diamond trails.
Helplessly hoping David Crosby imaculated the rolling stone with naked truth as other magazines lied and attempted to mask the prime minister. Shaking hands with Obama became easier than the would be cabal of cold war enemies.
Chapter Chuck Taylor
Without name calling note dropping and drums beating the protesters stopped time and gave it a period. The wells drilled giving the right glee and the east a cause.
The reconciliation tested the peace of the tower. Hand shaking leaders made eye contact with the past and acknowledged the present.
The tracks were laid and motion stopped. Patience wore a brave shirt. The land valuable and water priceless. Disputed claims of truth oath and entitlement polarized the commons.
The feather drew within the storm of democracy as the raven stole the moon for the sky. The shadows of the past gambled for trust as brave pit brave.
Crazy horse met Chevrolet and the good boys of Alberta. Helpless voices of would be politicians cheered the battle and the move.
The new inheritors fought for freedom and industry. The mighty dollar and black bear attempted to compare notes. The eight ball scratched as dive bar looked for another star.
Eagle feather claimed dominance and totem threatened war. The burial land sacred called brave to action as children answered the call and duty.
Far away lands met ocean and shore. Cartier was told right this way. The mountain shivered cause the climate was cold. The city painted tribal hip and hop as motley crews called the streets home.
Graffitied trees wore names of the past as answers waited within the acorn and pine cone. The law would attempt to be swift as money was the lead actor. Time was the course and seeds were the answer.
Mountain breathed and lucky exhaled. The ram the offering the land the beginning tested stone and sorrow as man attempted to shape the fossilization.
The Braves met with economists and led a pow wow of conservation and reincarnation. Taking waste and words to muff and musket.
The wise would grow sharing everything they know. Ever so wise ever so slow to seed beneath the ground all the knowledge found.
There they sat and there they listened the wise ones growing hearing all they found sharing all that is round. As blockade threatened blockade. The almighty dollar was either fertilator or destroyer.
Chapter Hijacked
The novel was hijacked by the news. The orchestra of the land took a pause. Spring would bloom and the marshes would sing. Robins in the grass would sing of times past as pipers played the flats of things to come. The coffee shop writer stayed inside avoiding the crowds. Mountain thinking and wise ones knowing.
The loner interfaced with modern technology sharing all the knowledge found. Cross border shopping was interrupted. Moving east to west the paranoid sex of the poet looked for a place to climax. The pulse of the street moved from man to woman. Marbled stone and footprints in the sand laced with memory and promise.
Nova interrupted in attempt at dialogue. The weapon to separate the atoms was foiled. Spring sprung and it was un nuclear. The orchestra of the waters washed winter. The tides rolled enraged on the shore of stones. Man’s evolution spoke as stones crawled in water of the tides.
Nova holstered her weapon and her beginning. The loner sentient looked to Nova as thought turned to motion in a secret base in Saint John. Cyber force met the digital divide. The city safe within the fire wall of the loner. Cyber city deflected the racial hate with the love gun. The loner uploaded his memories and populated cyber city with images.
Pictures of the past grey ones playing and the cure for disease. Free of hunger and disease the loner dispelled 1984. The green ram born of that date, died on the coles island highway. State troopers to poet mind the staff and the serpent lit the stars. The circle of friends incandescent in the cosmos.
The loner dreamed as cyber city dreamed with him. From the heavens fell shooting stars in the county of Albert. The roses took seed and neural senses. Hell’s Kitten rose from the fields embedded with stars as a soul. She embraced the loner. Science and mythology took a lesson in love as loner and Hell’s kitten rocked and rolled in the county. Free of hunger and disease the world paused. The observation of love and lost inspired poets for centuries to come. Blushed and blue the two danced in private.
