hngyhngyhppo
09-24-2009, 07:00 AM
If you don't believe in magic mysticism or the paranormal, you should at least have the wits about you to understand there exist events beyond the comprehension of modern science. If you suspend your disbelief for but a moment and Enjoy this tale as I believe it happened. You may change your perspective on the world if even slightly.
I was between gigs, off at 4 back at 7, so I went walking intent on buying a pack of stokes. 2 miles later circle K problem solved. I lit one up looked around and realized my bad habit had taken me to an unfamiliar part of town. I could either walk back to the gig and smoke my new pack before work or do some shopping in the dilapidated strip mall. A couple of ethnic eateries, a chain dollar store, a hobby shop, an ARC thrift, and an entire outlet devoted to the belt buckle. Well this I gotta see.
Now understand my disposition on male accessories, shoes, belt, watch, key chain, and possibly a ring,these are examples of tasteful male accessories. Piercings, tattoos, heavy jewelry, false teeth or Grr-illz; Brandishing these will mark you on first glance as a punk or fool. To avoid prejudice I stick to the simple things, a belt buckle depending on its style could be a welcome addition to my accessories.
Inside of this store was quite something, I haven't decided on what that something was but it was something. Walls of Belt buckles, a ferris wheel display case carrying well of course belt buckles. Before I fully took this place in an oddly friendly voice hollered, over the sound of steel work, from the back “Just a minute.” The shop owner stepped out shortly standing 6'3” with salt white hair, wearing heavy gloves, His welding gogs gave me the creeps constantly shifting colors as though he could see all spectrums with them on.
“Well what can I do for you today?” He said taking off the goggles, gloves, and stepping behind the counter.
“I guess, you can sell me a belt buckle.”
“In the mood to buy, huh. Looking for anything in particular?”
“Not particularly, any recommendations?”
“Well lets see,” He started to looked me over. “You've got long hair but I sense republican if not libertarian tendencies. Your wearing all black but from the dirt caked up your forearms those are your work clothes. According to your key chain your a green lantern fan and a beam drinker.” He thought this over a minute “Okay you'll want a Dim black steel, with a Lighter holder and a bottle opener” While talking he pulled out a stool and started groping around the top shelf “I think I have Two or Three Bucks for you.” he stepped down, put two wooden boxes with glass tops down and started reaching for a third, from under the counter. “The one on your right is in the design of the black power ring. The Left one resembles a confederate flag.” ... “Ah here it is.” He placed a third box on the table. “ this one resembles a jet mox.”
My eyes were glued to this mox, the owner seeing that he already had one sale offered a whole set, to which I politely refused. Well my wallet was lighter and yet my pants were heavier. I still had time to kill so I decided to see if I could get a better belt. I was thinking you buy new shoes you always buy socks. I had just enough cash left to buy a belt from ARC. I was feeling good, hell great. I had a new belt, well new to me, and the closest thing I'll ever get to a mox. This joy/euphoria lasted all through the out.
Nothing could rain on my parade. Not unloading front of house the long way, coiling miles of feeder, nor dropping decks. It had all felt less heavy, like the spring in my step made the world itself a little lighter. Before I knew it, the out was done, over, kaput. Working hard normally gives me a boost of energy, tonight was a bit different, the boost was there, my blood was flowing that was certain. Yet as I left the site and began walking to my car each step got heaver and heaver. I sat in my car felt a little suicidal if I was going to drive. I faded off to sleep. Sleep came so easy.
I awoke, violently slamming my head into the wheel. I often wake thinking I'm late. I can't remember if that was my thought this morning, I can remember the throbbing pain from hitting my head. So I was awake but could hardly say I had my senses about me, maybe in ten or twenty I would drive but not now, I couldn't, wouldn't.
Quickly grabbed my deodorant spray two spits and stepped out for a smoke, and a walk. My feet started taking me to some apartment complex nearby. I felt something in the air and I guess you can say the weird had started. I was laid-back against a tree near the gate, getting ready to light up another. I thought my senses and sensibilities had been regained, well that's what I thought anyway.
I lite up, and around the corner came a lovely little blond, mid-30s, sweat suit, tennis shoes. I smile and nod when our eyes meet, She gives a quick full blown teeth bearing grin. As she passes, I look to see if she was as pleasant going as coming. Not bad, not at all then I noticed a thought in her stride her head looked as if she was going to look back. Then I saw her thumb searching her left plan till it made its way to a wedding ring. That action right there filled me with curiosity as many behaviors do, but I had to know the implications of what finding that ring meant and what thought it had quelled in her stride.
So I ran ahead.
“Excuse me, can I have a moment?”
“huh, uh, why?”
“I noticed you walking away” she cut me off “Thanks but I'm married.”
“I noticed that as well,” her face read the nerve “In fact I'd like to ask you about that.”
“I don't think its your business”
“Oh, your marriage heavens no I wanted to ask about that ring.” She stopped displayed the ring and stated in finite “Answered.”
“Well not exactly, look let me be a bit direct.” She shot back a hurry with her stance, but her eyes said differently. “I saw that as you walked away, there was a shift in your stride until your thumb passed over your ring.”.. “Yes, like that please tell me what you were thinking before you searched out that ring? And what changed when you found it? ”
“um, well, hah, earlier” she continued to stammer but her body spoke clearer. “I thought you attractive and for a smoker you even smell good.”
“So, I don't mean to be rude but you think I'm hot, right?”
“Well” Blush, a beautiful red “yeah, but then I remembered I was married.”
“Ah 'cause you touched your ring.” I thought for a sec or appeared to “can we try something, a little experiment in human nature if you will.” she looked at her watch “It won't take but one second. All you have to do is take your ring put it in your pocket and look me over, once more.” She placed the ring in her pocket. I assumed a pose honoring admiral Nelson. She gave a giggle and a play hit. She was about to say something, before she could vocalize the words in her mouth my tongue had replaced them. I held her left hand her thumb ran over where the ring had been but in its absence she gave fully to our embrace. I pulled away moments after I was sure she was engaged in the act. “Well” I felt heat coming off her body. She jumped me, she physically pounced me. I was stunned, fell into the grass. Either her momentum or shear will carried her on top of me. She was determined to have me then and there. As her hands carried down my sides, mine reached up into her pocket. She started nibbling on my neck and I uttered heavily “Not here, not” m'mm “here.”. She began to realize what she was doing. I rolled her quickly underneath me and started kissing. When I felt that heat return I asked “is there” m'mm “some” m'm'mm “where”. I sprang her up but held her close. “anywhere?” lead away I quickly planted a hand on her end. (Not bad indeed) This put an extra visible skip in her step.
Now this is an aside for the people who know me personally and think my story has already taken it's unfathomable turn. Let me just say “F**k you!”. This actually happened all of the former is true, honest. And if you don't believe me I implore you the next time a women or man checks you out then thumbs their ask them “why” and if you know how to get an honest answer, well you'll see.
For those of you who skipped my little aside there thank you for being respectful. Unless it was directed toward you, in that case don't ignore me when I'm writing at you. For everyone else, the real fiction is about to start. It happened to me, it did, and yet I have doubts it did. Whatever though just sit back and relax.
Where was I, hmm Right lead away.
She took me to her apartment. Looked at her watch and said between deep breaths “You got twenty, make em count.” To that I immediately unzipped her jacket lowering it to her elbows all while passionately tongue-locked. After the jacket was at the elbows I ran my hands from the hips up the inside off her tank top and undone bra moving both over her head. Mind you I hadn't actually taken anything off, it was almost off, but binding her arms while exposing her was, well, more my prerogative. Slide her pants low and carried onto the sofa. It is now I indulged my linguistic talents.
“I'm Readeeeeh” ... “Stick it in.” I stopped my tongue waving long enough to reply “I haven't a condom.” “Right pocket .... w..huh..wall .... back po..wow..uch.” I had the condom. Stood up and immediately she went to work on my belt.
They where cold, my legs frozen. My back wet a thick wet, “not sweat” I thought. Then there was the pain. I think I actually blew a load. One faction of a second more, and there was more of the cold hard, wet, and paralyzing pain. My next non-explicit, coherent thought was “My dying words are orgasmic mutterings.” I may have spoke that though. I was stabbed. (By who, what, wait if then, how?) Cold: Death Wet: Blood. Pain once more, and that was my life ended. Yet the story doesn't.
My vision went black but my eyes were wide and saw. Saw glimmers not of my life but of other deeds, couldn't see any of them clearly. A couple of these I swear were the same event over and over from every direction. I tried to focus on some of these fleeting visions but they'd slip though my mind even faster, like a man trying to catch a river in his hand. Then they were all gone.
When I finally quit, resigned to die, nothing happened. My conscience was fluid, but seemed to take longer to flow. Eventually I became sensible. Pondered this existence for a moment. I expected an afterlife but this was not it. I gathered in my surroundings, No gates, No brimstone, Not even a light to follow, Just the apartment I died in. My vision seemed oddly photosensitively inverted. The once dark shadowed corners of the room were visible. It's quite strange seeing darkness as illumination and seeing or rather not seeing light. So okay I'm a ghost, cool, I guess I can deal with that.
Someone shuts the blinds, I could now see the whole room. My killer stood right before me. I admit a little, tiny, overpowering rage took over and I reached out. I tried to wrap my hands around his throat. Foolish I know. What shocked me was that I succeed. I was actually crushing his neck and with a strength unfamiliar to me I strangled him. Slowly though, I wanted to enjoy this. His life was oozing from his bodily as his hands flailed widely through me, as if striking air. The color of his form became a more vibrant black. Then slowly he had passed and the vibrancy faded. Whoa, I just killed a man.
I can't be a typical ghost. Maybe I'm an astral projection, If thats the case I could wake myself up. I found myself dragged into the bathroom. There was only a few rays of light obscuring my vision. The pitch black felt good, almost intoxicating. I felt stronger, faster, I felt like the six-million dollar poltergeist. Dead-dead or astral projection, it's now or never. I literally dove into my corpse. When my head hit the floor, I realized this was going to be easy. I was existing within the same spacial dimensions as my body, but wasn't well I suppose in my body. Then as I lay there drawing power from the darkness herself, I began to focus one a single thought. “One” Slowly I poured my essence back in my favorite prison of flesh. However, I was still mostly assuredly scarred and dead. “Heal”...“Life”. These solid thoughts forced my will into action. The shadows themselves breathed life into me.
I was between gigs, off at 4 back at 7, so I went walking intent on buying a pack of stokes. 2 miles later circle K problem solved. I lit one up looked around and realized my bad habit had taken me to an unfamiliar part of town. I could either walk back to the gig and smoke my new pack before work or do some shopping in the dilapidated strip mall. A couple of ethnic eateries, a chain dollar store, a hobby shop, an ARC thrift, and an entire outlet devoted to the belt buckle. Well this I gotta see.
Now understand my disposition on male accessories, shoes, belt, watch, key chain, and possibly a ring,these are examples of tasteful male accessories. Piercings, tattoos, heavy jewelry, false teeth or Grr-illz; Brandishing these will mark you on first glance as a punk or fool. To avoid prejudice I stick to the simple things, a belt buckle depending on its style could be a welcome addition to my accessories.
Inside of this store was quite something, I haven't decided on what that something was but it was something. Walls of Belt buckles, a ferris wheel display case carrying well of course belt buckles. Before I fully took this place in an oddly friendly voice hollered, over the sound of steel work, from the back “Just a minute.” The shop owner stepped out shortly standing 6'3” with salt white hair, wearing heavy gloves, His welding gogs gave me the creeps constantly shifting colors as though he could see all spectrums with them on.
“Well what can I do for you today?” He said taking off the goggles, gloves, and stepping behind the counter.
“I guess, you can sell me a belt buckle.”
“In the mood to buy, huh. Looking for anything in particular?”
“Not particularly, any recommendations?”
“Well lets see,” He started to looked me over. “You've got long hair but I sense republican if not libertarian tendencies. Your wearing all black but from the dirt caked up your forearms those are your work clothes. According to your key chain your a green lantern fan and a beam drinker.” He thought this over a minute “Okay you'll want a Dim black steel, with a Lighter holder and a bottle opener” While talking he pulled out a stool and started groping around the top shelf “I think I have Two or Three Bucks for you.” he stepped down, put two wooden boxes with glass tops down and started reaching for a third, from under the counter. “The one on your right is in the design of the black power ring. The Left one resembles a confederate flag.” ... “Ah here it is.” He placed a third box on the table. “ this one resembles a jet mox.”
My eyes were glued to this mox, the owner seeing that he already had one sale offered a whole set, to which I politely refused. Well my wallet was lighter and yet my pants were heavier. I still had time to kill so I decided to see if I could get a better belt. I was thinking you buy new shoes you always buy socks. I had just enough cash left to buy a belt from ARC. I was feeling good, hell great. I had a new belt, well new to me, and the closest thing I'll ever get to a mox. This joy/euphoria lasted all through the out.
Nothing could rain on my parade. Not unloading front of house the long way, coiling miles of feeder, nor dropping decks. It had all felt less heavy, like the spring in my step made the world itself a little lighter. Before I knew it, the out was done, over, kaput. Working hard normally gives me a boost of energy, tonight was a bit different, the boost was there, my blood was flowing that was certain. Yet as I left the site and began walking to my car each step got heaver and heaver. I sat in my car felt a little suicidal if I was going to drive. I faded off to sleep. Sleep came so easy.
I awoke, violently slamming my head into the wheel. I often wake thinking I'm late. I can't remember if that was my thought this morning, I can remember the throbbing pain from hitting my head. So I was awake but could hardly say I had my senses about me, maybe in ten or twenty I would drive but not now, I couldn't, wouldn't.
Quickly grabbed my deodorant spray two spits and stepped out for a smoke, and a walk. My feet started taking me to some apartment complex nearby. I felt something in the air and I guess you can say the weird had started. I was laid-back against a tree near the gate, getting ready to light up another. I thought my senses and sensibilities had been regained, well that's what I thought anyway.
I lite up, and around the corner came a lovely little blond, mid-30s, sweat suit, tennis shoes. I smile and nod when our eyes meet, She gives a quick full blown teeth bearing grin. As she passes, I look to see if she was as pleasant going as coming. Not bad, not at all then I noticed a thought in her stride her head looked as if she was going to look back. Then I saw her thumb searching her left plan till it made its way to a wedding ring. That action right there filled me with curiosity as many behaviors do, but I had to know the implications of what finding that ring meant and what thought it had quelled in her stride.
So I ran ahead.
“Excuse me, can I have a moment?”
“huh, uh, why?”
“I noticed you walking away” she cut me off “Thanks but I'm married.”
“I noticed that as well,” her face read the nerve “In fact I'd like to ask you about that.”
“I don't think its your business”
“Oh, your marriage heavens no I wanted to ask about that ring.” She stopped displayed the ring and stated in finite “Answered.”
“Well not exactly, look let me be a bit direct.” She shot back a hurry with her stance, but her eyes said differently. “I saw that as you walked away, there was a shift in your stride until your thumb passed over your ring.”.. “Yes, like that please tell me what you were thinking before you searched out that ring? And what changed when you found it? ”
“um, well, hah, earlier” she continued to stammer but her body spoke clearer. “I thought you attractive and for a smoker you even smell good.”
“So, I don't mean to be rude but you think I'm hot, right?”
“Well” Blush, a beautiful red “yeah, but then I remembered I was married.”
“Ah 'cause you touched your ring.” I thought for a sec or appeared to “can we try something, a little experiment in human nature if you will.” she looked at her watch “It won't take but one second. All you have to do is take your ring put it in your pocket and look me over, once more.” She placed the ring in her pocket. I assumed a pose honoring admiral Nelson. She gave a giggle and a play hit. She was about to say something, before she could vocalize the words in her mouth my tongue had replaced them. I held her left hand her thumb ran over where the ring had been but in its absence she gave fully to our embrace. I pulled away moments after I was sure she was engaged in the act. “Well” I felt heat coming off her body. She jumped me, she physically pounced me. I was stunned, fell into the grass. Either her momentum or shear will carried her on top of me. She was determined to have me then and there. As her hands carried down my sides, mine reached up into her pocket. She started nibbling on my neck and I uttered heavily “Not here, not” m'mm “here.”. She began to realize what she was doing. I rolled her quickly underneath me and started kissing. When I felt that heat return I asked “is there” m'mm “some” m'm'mm “where”. I sprang her up but held her close. “anywhere?” lead away I quickly planted a hand on her end. (Not bad indeed) This put an extra visible skip in her step.
Now this is an aside for the people who know me personally and think my story has already taken it's unfathomable turn. Let me just say “F**k you!”. This actually happened all of the former is true, honest. And if you don't believe me I implore you the next time a women or man checks you out then thumbs their ask them “why” and if you know how to get an honest answer, well you'll see.
For those of you who skipped my little aside there thank you for being respectful. Unless it was directed toward you, in that case don't ignore me when I'm writing at you. For everyone else, the real fiction is about to start. It happened to me, it did, and yet I have doubts it did. Whatever though just sit back and relax.
Where was I, hmm Right lead away.
She took me to her apartment. Looked at her watch and said between deep breaths “You got twenty, make em count.” To that I immediately unzipped her jacket lowering it to her elbows all while passionately tongue-locked. After the jacket was at the elbows I ran my hands from the hips up the inside off her tank top and undone bra moving both over her head. Mind you I hadn't actually taken anything off, it was almost off, but binding her arms while exposing her was, well, more my prerogative. Slide her pants low and carried onto the sofa. It is now I indulged my linguistic talents.
“I'm Readeeeeh” ... “Stick it in.” I stopped my tongue waving long enough to reply “I haven't a condom.” “Right pocket .... w..huh..wall .... back po..wow..uch.” I had the condom. Stood up and immediately she went to work on my belt.
They where cold, my legs frozen. My back wet a thick wet, “not sweat” I thought. Then there was the pain. I think I actually blew a load. One faction of a second more, and there was more of the cold hard, wet, and paralyzing pain. My next non-explicit, coherent thought was “My dying words are orgasmic mutterings.” I may have spoke that though. I was stabbed. (By who, what, wait if then, how?) Cold: Death Wet: Blood. Pain once more, and that was my life ended. Yet the story doesn't.
My vision went black but my eyes were wide and saw. Saw glimmers not of my life but of other deeds, couldn't see any of them clearly. A couple of these I swear were the same event over and over from every direction. I tried to focus on some of these fleeting visions but they'd slip though my mind even faster, like a man trying to catch a river in his hand. Then they were all gone.
When I finally quit, resigned to die, nothing happened. My conscience was fluid, but seemed to take longer to flow. Eventually I became sensible. Pondered this existence for a moment. I expected an afterlife but this was not it. I gathered in my surroundings, No gates, No brimstone, Not even a light to follow, Just the apartment I died in. My vision seemed oddly photosensitively inverted. The once dark shadowed corners of the room were visible. It's quite strange seeing darkness as illumination and seeing or rather not seeing light. So okay I'm a ghost, cool, I guess I can deal with that.
Someone shuts the blinds, I could now see the whole room. My killer stood right before me. I admit a little, tiny, overpowering rage took over and I reached out. I tried to wrap my hands around his throat. Foolish I know. What shocked me was that I succeed. I was actually crushing his neck and with a strength unfamiliar to me I strangled him. Slowly though, I wanted to enjoy this. His life was oozing from his bodily as his hands flailed widely through me, as if striking air. The color of his form became a more vibrant black. Then slowly he had passed and the vibrancy faded. Whoa, I just killed a man.
I can't be a typical ghost. Maybe I'm an astral projection, If thats the case I could wake myself up. I found myself dragged into the bathroom. There was only a few rays of light obscuring my vision. The pitch black felt good, almost intoxicating. I felt stronger, faster, I felt like the six-million dollar poltergeist. Dead-dead or astral projection, it's now or never. I literally dove into my corpse. When my head hit the floor, I realized this was going to be easy. I was existing within the same spacial dimensions as my body, but wasn't well I suppose in my body. Then as I lay there drawing power from the darkness herself, I began to focus one a single thought. “One” Slowly I poured my essence back in my favorite prison of flesh. However, I was still mostly assuredly scarred and dead. “Heal”...“Life”. These solid thoughts forced my will into action. The shadows themselves breathed life into me.