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Val and I
Valerie: “You break my heart, every day. Every day, you break my heart.”
JJQMO: “… … …”
Val: “… ? ...”
JQ: “But do I get a pleasure out of torturing young souls?”
V: “Is it a good pleasure or a bad pleasure?”
J: “Is there such a thing as a bad pleasure?”
V: “Oh, Definetly.”
(JJQMO, Who is the Hunter? Who is The Prey?)
"God save us all" (A nightmare)
Dream Journal Entry: October 17th 2013, 9:30 am
“God save us All” (A Nightmare)
Late afternoon, gray skies darkening into a crisp cool autumn night
A festival in a large green leafy-tree spotted park, asphalt walkways weave through the dense crowds
Countless games booths, food stands and band stages
Me and my cuz, Daniel, are walking around
We notice a medieval weapons booth and walk towards it
The booth attendants are dressing in Viking warrior outfits; fur, leathers, spikes
Various lances, arrows, swords, and other weapons line the small display booth
I reach to touch the metal tip of one of the lances
A huge rough looking attendant grabs my hand before I can make contact and informs me that the tips are poisoned
I go to use the porter potty, separate from my cousin and walk the rest of the grounds alone
Strolling around I see several small stages with various electrical and acoustic groups devotedly strumming their harmonies
At the main stage area I run into my sister her husband, my brother Gabriel, and some more cousins
They sit on wool blankets spread on the grass lawn in front of the big, heavily-lightened, well-speakered concert stage
All around other families with their friends and loved ones share the lawn and sit on their own blankets or stand, everyone sways to the playing music
Three women singers hold the attention of the listening mass, they play guitar and are accompanied by a full band
Once done with their tribute the singers introduce a special guest
A tall, blonde, white man in his early thirties-late twenties wearing a clerical collar, black slacks and a clergy shirt appears on the stage
The hushed audience interestedly waits for what the priest man will sing
A capella he intones a beautiful, emotional, hymn-like tune, full of depth and range
We, the audience, are struck mute by the loveliness of the gentle yet resilient melody
The priest man is stoic; while his song is moving and touching he seems detached and cold
He ends the charming tune howling at the top of his lungs “… And this stone upon which I stand, I curse.”
The crowd rises in unison and we all applaud vigorously
Next, my dad is on stage delivering a stern, menacing, and somewhat frightening message
“Gather your belongings and your loved ones. Get out! The curse is upon you. May the Lord forgive thee. GET OUT! GO!”
With that the crowd hurriedly disperses, grabbing their blankets and packing up their stuff.
An instant later all out mayhem unfolds
People begin arguing, the arguing escalates into vicious fighting and then murderous bedlam
Everyone is running around stabbing, strangling, burning and biting each other to death
I am beyond frightened and look around for the nearest way to escape this
On my left my mom appears she is walking towards me when a rock hits her head and she falls to the ground
I am stunned, frozen.
To my right a tall figure approaches, “Oh, I’m glad I found you, let’s get out of here” it says.
I turn and notice that is my brother Noe, he has not seen our mom laying on the grass a few yards away from me.
Before I can say anything to him a giant airborne lance penetrates his back and pokes out his front
He falls to his knees and dies
Enraged I turn to the weapons booth and locate the persons responsible
I race towards the medievallian weapons booth to exact bloody revenge on the short leather clad brunette that just killed my loved ones
By now fiery chaos has consumed all my surroundings, it is impossible to make any sense of it all
People screaming, crying, running and falling dead in their tracks
I hear a song with no obvious source repeat over and over
“God save u-u-us. God sa-aave us al-ll-ll-ll-ll”
I am furious and crazy with rage
Upon reaching the girl, her back is to me, I extend my hand to her neck, I will strangle her to death
“God save u-u-uss. God sa-aave us al-ll-ll-llll”
A moment before I can lay a finger on her another thrown wooden lance slices through her shoulder blades and protrudes out her chest
The impact forces her head to the heavens as she tries to take a final gasp
Falling, she turns counterclockwise towards me
“God save u-u-us. Go-o-od sa-ave us al-ll-ll-ll”
The bloody tip of the spear sticking out between her small fur covered breasts grazes my left wrist as she splats to the grass
The small surface cut on my wrist begins to instantly burn
I immediately remember the earlier warnings about the poisoned tips
Searching for a possible way to survive I notice a smoothie stand with a water facet
I jump the front facing counter and begin to rinse my hand under the cold water
My hand itches with an intense heat
Cold night has engulfed the now ablaze and destroyed park
Most structures have been smashed, blinding yellow flames dance wildly in every direction
All this time the same “God save us all” song rings in my head, it is a pretty melody and I think I will remember it forever
While I continue to wash my wrist, of seemingly no avail, I wake up
I am thankful that it was all a dream but my wrist still itches noticeably
I walk to the bathroom to take a leak, my mom is in there brushing her teeth, I wait for to finish and I summarize the horrible dream I’ve just had
Even after I pee and walk back to my room my wrist continues to itch, albeit now much more vaguely.
Kc. W by JJQMO
Hello Nurse
Una vez conocí
La mujer de mis sueños
Bella ángel K.C.
Mi fantasía, Mis deseos
Dulce sonrisa de miel
Crema azucarada su piel
Mi nutrición, mi pastel
A una promesa soy fiel
Hacerla reír y reír y jamás detener
En sus ojos ternura
Una amante creatura
Libre flor, franca y pura
Sin ella la vida es dura
Seca, fea y oscura
Ella cuida, guía y asegura
Todo dolor siempre cura
Enfermera de mi alma
Mi corazón en su palma
Llena de paz y trae clama
Desease de todo síntoma
Hermosa sublime mujer
Medica de mí ser
Ahora por fin puedo ver
Y todo malo vencer
Eléctrica, enérgica,
Dinámica, feroz
Magnética, voltaica
Magnifica precoz
En la cuidad conquistadora
Sobre la tierra liberadora
En el mar exploradora
Y de la playa adoradora
En sus manos el sol
Sobre los cielos control
De la estrellas y luna
Brillante tornasol
Feliz girasol
Y de la vida árbol
Linda música heroica
Divina, autentica
Exótica y sin replica
En todo época única
Ojos tristes y vibrantes
Despertantes diamantes
En mi ilusión mis amantes
De mi ficción mis rescates
Por ella sufriré yo mil muertes
Pero mano a mano somos omnipotentes
Contra los dos jamás habrá límites
Poderosos abracadabrantes
Recuérdame, encuéntrame
Jamás quiero escapar de tu mente
Suena me, sonríeme
Que mi canción sea un ser activó, viviente.
(JJQMO, The End)
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