The Bible

John approached the colors and they said to him "You are now a god of unimaginable power"

He looked at the colors

"I want to go home"


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The night was dark and humid outside the penthouse of gold and glass and John felt sticky

He looked down at the figure beneath him, squirming like a rabbit

He stood up with a splash

The other one vanished before him like powdered sugar and John sighed

"Another fucking gone wrong"

And then he was


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Johns feet walked on the twisting path up the hill.

His backpack was heavy and he looked back at his friends, sweating and gleaming in the twin suns

He smiled at them and they howled


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Poor John, he was going to die. Spikes moved in on him from both sides and he sighed for what might be the last time

Then he heard a small furry voice

"Follow me"

John just wanted to be away from everything at once

He followed


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gone, swirling and slipping and then he was metallic in a great big vehicle that shouldnt exist

He looked over and saw what he dreaded

Seven looming figures

They spoke in perfect harmony

It was hypnotic to poor John

"Welcome aboard young flesh

Would you help us find it?"

Hazy and bright he couldnt see a thing

"Um" John stuttered out like a river being stepped on

"You want to help us" the seven said

"Yes"


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A woman found peace in blackness. She was glad to be rid of men and torturous bright for her whole life had been a sham

She had known John

They had been good friends for 7 years

Never once had they told the truth to each other

They fucked heavy, hard

She disappeared

"The blackness is better" she said

No sound came out


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How does it feel?

To be without a home?

Like a complete unknown,

Like a rolling stone.

Bob Dylan




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John blinked at the furry man in front of his eyes

"Why would you want to help me? Its very dangerous, what I'm doing. You'll probably die"

The furry man looked at him

"I'm pretty bored"


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And so the figures tried to explain to John what he must do

John you must find something

they tried to say but John was somewhere else entirely

They pushed him back in

"John, please, you are the only one left"

"I'd like to go home" John said plain

"You must first find something for us" They all said

"Why is that"

"Because we need something"

"Okay"

And then John understood, because they told his mind what he was to do


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The music started soft, it was beautiful

voices swirled and the bars blew out in perfect sounds

John was delighted, obviously

His furry man shook him

"Dont listen, its bad" He shouted

But John was lost in the world of the music

it was a world of mirrors

In every mirror there was John

And John

And John

And John look perfect and everyone saw

and loved John

and talked about John

And John

And John

And John

And the sun was so bright, everything is just perfect

John please come back

And John

John please we need you

And John

And John woke up and he was back in the world he hated

The dark, rusty tree world where he wasnt wanted

Where he didnt belong

He didnt know where he was

And John was lost


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John had many friends back there

He forget them for a time

But they remembered him

They talked about him often

"Where is that bastard?"

"What happened to that shit?"

Then they were nice.

"He was such a nice guy"

"I miss him"

"John was a great friend"

John had no real friends

He lived in a big penthouse of gold and glass and echoes

He threw parties

and did drugs

but was sad a lot

Poor John

and now hes gone


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"Hello, I am Francis" said the furry man. He was small to John but maybe to him John was a giant

"Do I look like a giant to you, Francis?" asked John

The furry man smiled

"You look very small to me John"

It was at this point that John realized not everything in the universe was right

Not everything was through his eyes

Perhaps to some creature somewhere far off

A flower is ugly

And atoms are purple

And everyone and everywhere is exploding, all the time

"It's tough, being alive" John said

Francis smiled


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The hill was so alive and bursting

At the top was a big see-through building with lots of beautiful plants

And bugs

So John, and the furry man, and pink man went in

And found delightful music


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Music was my refuge.

I could crawl into the spaces

between the notes and

curl my back to loneliness.

Maya Angelou



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It had been a long time since John had been normal

But he was out of luck

He kicked at the bony ground

And buckled his teeth

"I am very hungry"


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His seven metallic friends looked at John and sang to him

"Do you see?"

"Yes, yes I do" John whispered to them

"Can you help?"

"Yes"

"Remember when god created the world?"

"No, I do not" John said slowly

"There was nothing before that. Not us or you

Just nothing

We can see back then now

Its dark

And cold

And lonely

Were lucky to be here

But God has abandoned us

We need your help John

Your the only one that can help everyone

You need to help us find it, so that

we can help you

make it better"

"Yes" John said


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His journey had been long and really hard

His feet hurt

John and Francis and their new pink friend had been in many big battles

Like the battle of the year 7831296 and the battle of the year 296100007543825

John thought for a moment

He stopped walking and looked at his friends

"Time is like a big piece of paper extending in all directions

And we're stuck in the center"


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This was about the fifth time John had died

This time he had been shot

In a bar

And as he tumbled into dark he thought

"Am I finally done?"

But the rocky, endless, undefinable

Nightmare world he constantly explored

Pulled him back

And spat in his face

"Not this time, you little shit

You aint done yet

No ones ever done

Not in this world"

John was so tired


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See

John

and his friends had seen just about everything

In fact, John could count what he hadnt seen

He saw a lot of things

maybe he imagined them

Its hard to tell

He was lucky he had his friends

Because if he didnt

How would he be real?


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The figures shined at him

"You will live

Until you're done"


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Do not dwell in the past,

do not dream of the future,

concentrate the mind

on the present moment.

Buddha



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John saw a million things at once


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Him and Francis had been searching

and searching

Francis didn't talk much

But he searched like a pro

John often forget what they were searching for

But then he remembered

He didn't know

He had never known

It was difficult to be sure of anything

John tripped and fell on his face

He then realized that it doesnt matter if he really exists

If anything is real

If what he's doing matters

He's doing it

And that's that

He looked up

Francis was gone

And back again


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Quite a long time after some event

John and Francis one night

heard of a man who could find anything

His name was 65 ICU Hard Drive

And he was pink


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John sat at a bar with his dirty friends.

They laughed and John laughed too.

He detested them.

They went to his house and stayed up way too late.

None of them really had a lot of fun.

They had a lot of sex.

Later, John disappeared.


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John's eyes gazed upon it

It was yesterday he had started searching

Or the beginning of time

It was the end of time now

Sand blew in his eyes

John picked up the thing that was his life

And he was gone


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John didnt know anything about Francis or 65 ICU Hard Drive

They all read books together

And sang songs at night

Newspapers wrote about them:

"THREE YOUNG ADVENTURERS ON QUEST"

"INSANE CREATURES LOOSE IN THE LAND"

"65 ICU HARD DRIVE AND TWO OTHERS SEARCH FOR AN UNNAMABLE TREASURE"

oh yes, John and his band of adventurers became quite famous

One day, Francis asked John what he thought about being famous, about being on TV. They made products after them. Everyone talked about them.

"What do I care?"


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Seven metallic figures

Sat together

The blended into one

Like water

A million years bubbled inside of them


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There's a lot of light all the time

But people don't usually notice

People look down instead of up

Which is interesting

Because 100 percent of everything

Is above you


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John, 65 ICU Hard Drive and Francis walked into a small town

found their way into a building

Everyone was drinking

Here, come have some they offered

Of course John, 65 ICU Hard Drive and Francis accepted

And so they stayed there a long time

John felt bright and big

And real


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All gods are homemade,

and it is we who pull their strings,

and so,

give them the power to

pull ours.

Aldous Huxley



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John had expected his journey to be easy.

The metallic men had lied to him

They seemed so long ago

He had looked everywhere

They had taken him somewhere

and said "Find it"

and left

but that was a million years ago


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John and Francis entered a big cave

It was wet and drippy inside

They walked through it

The passages seemed to go on forever

It was so confusing

Suddenly, Francis and John

happened upon a wet pool

John stuck his finger into the water

It wasnt hot or cold


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Before time

There was a big black thing

Before that

There wasn't even a big black thing

There was no color

There was no nothing

And then a spark

A big smiling man

With white skin

And blonde hair

And blue eyes

Made everything happen

His name was God


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Francis opened a book one night

"This is something I wrote:

Voices rang out

Like birds

They soared

From the ground

Up to the stars

The world is a big old place"

65 ICU Hard Drive weeped.

John had forgotten what singing was

and had fallen asleep


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"Hows the water"

John looked up

"I dont know"

Francis smiled

And broke apart into a million pieces


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John jumps over fires

WIth only little rocks for his feet

And his hair gets hot

And he burns up


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Surf's up.

Aboard a tidal wave.

Brian Wilson



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After John did it

He closed his eyes

And he was back with the metallic men

But they were different now

They were big and glass

Like his old house

His penthouse of gold and glass and echoes and hurt

It seems so long ago

They were changing all the time

They were colors

And they said things John didnt understand

He put what he found before them

John felt different

John was done

John was.

He felt something changing

in the big ship

the room that shouldnt be

The air was getting harder

He could see between things

That he didnt exist

he looked at the colors


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How strange it is to be anything at all.

Neutral Milk Hotel


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