and then
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and then as Charles Taylor was one day leaving for work in a black pinstriped
suit with a lime shirt beneath, he was suddenly and unexpectedly thrown into
his first and last brawl with cardiac arrest. He collapsed onto pavement near
the park his children so loved to play in on Sunday afternoons while he read
the obituaries of the Sunday Herald. Bystanders stopped to gawk but none
reached a hand down to help for in China you may be accused of manslaughter
if you attempt to help others battle for their last breath. For the livelihood of
the citizens it is better to let the victim suffer in his own war and lose his lifes
blood than to risk that of their own. As more and more people began to stop
and overlook the last battle of Charles Taylor slowly and surely his breathing became
softer and softer as his soul crept out of his body with painstaking patience. A
police officer, noticing the crowd, started towards what would be the lost body
of Charles Taylor and then...
The police officer knew that he was having a bad day as he saw *that* elderly coffee server in the crowd, you know, the one who made a below-par cup. He stared at her with cloudy eyes and pointed at her: `she did it, she fed him poison tea earlier that day` The crowd seemed nervous, they started muttering to themselves. But the muttering was stifled when the officer pulled out a gun. He smiled, knowing full well that a conscience full of cough syrup leads to the best on the job performance. It was Megan at the pharmacy earlier that morning, she`d given him the Sunday special. One person started freaking out, but the officer screamed: Stay calm! before drinking another bottle, he smiled sardonically at the people, ya know he just wanted to help them. And then
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And then......
And then......
...the bottle slipped from his fingers and he watched it fall and shatter on the side walk. The cherry colored, narcotic laced syrup splashed up onto his trousers like blood and the crowd became even more confused. The silver haired barista smiled slyly and purred into a business man's ear who then erupted shouting "Citizens arrest!" and then
and then there was a hush in the crowd, and everyone looked up as a big black crow flew across the grey sky.
And then the great Buntinglufticus ascended from on high, and with a great praxtroclated shout it summoned forth Proprotrensis Bombuttsus and the Twelve Fiskerly Angels, who thenceforth unlidded their sleepy eyes and unleashed the hidden powers of Giddidly Rainbow Beams from therein.
The Prophipherous Prophets of Worcestershire then prostrated themselves and donned their pradoodoo bromberskates, and adorned themselves with gilded gimcracks and glittering gewgaws, and Bethany the Bearded Narwhal Ballerina ascended from behind the pink sunset with her seventeen lefticated flagons of galactic bellybutton ale and proceeded to get everyone intoxicated by her drink and her dance.
And thusly, California was born.
The Prophipherous Prophets of Worcestershire then prostrated themselves and donned their pradoodoo bromberskates, and adorned themselves with gilded gimcracks and glittering gewgaws, and Bethany the Bearded Narwhal Ballerina ascended from behind the pink sunset with her seventeen lefticated flagons of galactic bellybutton ale and proceeded to get everyone intoxicated by her drink and her dance.
And thusly, California was born.
And then and lithe barista sang aloud the voice that chanted in her head....
The cop's jaw went slack in stupor at the meaninglessness of it all as the crowd made way for a crew of paramedics who arrived to remove the carcass of poor Mr. Taylor whose life had seeped out of him on the street as his fellows gawked, avoiding his agonized life ebbing eyes.
Two burly ambulance drivers methodically checked the body to assure themselves of his deceasment.
The cop's jaw went slack in stupor at the meaninglessness of it all as the crowd made way for a crew of paramedics who arrived to remove the carcass of poor Mr. Taylor whose life had seeped out of him on the street as his fellows gawked, avoiding his agonized life ebbing eyes.
Two burly ambulance drivers methodically checked the body to assure themselves of his deceasment.
Tin Man
"a respectable amount of screaming"
And then there was a hand reaching forth from the grave of Charles Taylor. Inch by inch, the decayed corpse of Mr Taylor pulled itself out of the grave. It let out a guttural scream and spoke just one word; "Brains".
And then..
And then..
Charles Taylor, conscious of himself dragging his lurking body from the cold ground, realized that the voodoo doctor that had been sent to talk to him last Tuesday was not merely verifying that he, Charles Taylor, was not the war criminal but a private citizen. The voodoo doctor was a white man who wore an expensive suit and spoke English with an odd Gemanic/Jamacan lilt. The Doctor had asked him 72 questions to which Charles Taylor had responded with a "yes" or a "no". The Doctor did not refer to a list but asked the questions from memory, nor did he write down the answers but only encouraged Charles Taylor to relax and give the answer that he felt was most true. At the end of the questioning the Doctor reached into his breast pocket and took out a hand kerchief into which he sneeze once, enthusiastically. A fine powder misted out from the cloth enveloping the head of Charles Taylor, a mist so fine that it shimmered in the sunlight as it wafted around Charles Taylor's head. Then he sneezed once, with enthusiasm. After which he noticed that the Doctor had left which was strange because Charles Taylor could not hear him on the other side of the office door through which he must have exited. Charles Taylor got up and opened the door to his waiting room and saw it was empty. He glanced at the clock and registered that is was much later then he thought, wondering if the Doctor had not been a figment of his imagination. He could remeber all this because his consciousness was now trapped in his body, he realized that he had not died, but had been given a drug that made him appear so. And now his body was taking him he knew not where but he did know that he was no longer in control. He was trying to say "my brains hurt" but all he could muster was "Brains" after which he feel silent, unable to consciously speak. His body lurched to a bus stop and waited, his hand reached into the breast pocked of his burial suit and pulled out a bus transfer.
And then....
And then....
Louis Taylor stepped off the next bus and looked Charles Taylor in his Zombied eye. Louis had just been freed from a life of criminally imposed incarceration, only to be captured again and pressed into the service of this thread. Who can imagine the inconsolable tragedy his life was only now waking up from. How could he look at this zombie with anything but pity.
Charles Taylor climbed aboard the bus and handed the driver his transfer.
Charles Taylor climbed aboard the bus and handed the driver his transfer.
And then Charles noticed the occupants of the bus were not quite right. As he observed them he began to notice some really frightening things that made him begin to question reality. Sitting in the window seat of the third row was what appeared to be a creature straight from some strange sci-fi film. Almost a mix between The Creature From The Black Lagoon and Daffy Duck. Another Passenger towards the middle of the bus was dressed in a black wedding dress with a veil over their face. As he walked by the creature in the third row to get a better look at this passenger, the creature said to him in a gravelly and somehow wet voice " Are you sure you are on the right bus?". Charles looked at this creature with horror in his eyes and then looked away immediately as shock overtook his mind. He continued to walk towards the passenger in the dress and as he approached this passenger he realized that things were definitely not as they seemed. As he took in this passenger he realized that it was quite tall and gangly and yet seemed to have an aura of pure brutality and evil seeping from it. Charles asked " May I see your face?". The passenger stood up immediately looming over Charles and pulled the veil away. What he saw petrified him inside and out. The passenger turned out to be none other than Medusa. She smiled serenely as she picked up her new trophy and sat it down beside her. " What a beautiful new piece for my garden." she thought to herself. The bus then took off and drove into the distance to bring it's otherworldy passengers to their destinations.
And then...
And then...
And then you decided to go crazy and bought a bucket of KFC and a bucket of ben&jerry's because goddamnit, you never have fun lately and you might as well get those insane amounts of dopamine in yer brain!
And then a lanky full lipped woman with penetrating blue eyes caught his attention. She was trying to read a book but was terribly distracted, apparently by Charles. It was as if she thought she knew him, or should know him. She bit her lip and pulled at her full, almost wild hair. She was wearing...