My Stories Never End…And as I was saying, it was a hectic
time before the Machete Man tapped his weapon against my window. I was
masturbating at the time, watching pornographic actors who looked like members
of my family banging a woman from a different planet who had the biggest
knockers ever in the world. The man at my window spoke…he said that the content
I was watching was illegal and that I deserved to get my head severed from my
neck in return for it. I tried to delete all 18 videos one by one but I was too
wasted off high-grade cocaine to think properly with the fear. I managed all
but two before I slapped the personal PC computer laptop shut, pulled my kecks
up, and run away out of the flat.
The darkness
enveloped me. My neighbourhood is a burrow, a tight, mingling, intertwining, hive
of nooks and crannies. I turned left, then right, then back, then forward, I
was running in circles, I wasn’t getting anywhere. Then I thought to myself, I know this hamlet better than anyone, I’ve
lived here 12 years, there’s no way I’m getting lost. So I envisioned a straight
line escape out of the borough and stuck to it. I started getting somewhere,
hopping over fences and trampling through gardens, it was mad.
There were
more than one of them, and they were soldiers. I couldn’t shake them off. No
matter which dark alley I tried to elude them, they still remained. Eventually I
ended up in a dead end, and I felt safe there. After that I chose the railway
tracks, storming down it for hours and hours in the unalive dead of night,
soldiers and head choppers swiftly following on foot either side, making me
feel like I was almost out of my misery, ready to meet my maker, almost
perished and pushing up daisies. But something kept me going.
A train passed
me on the tracks. It was only feet away. The breath of its blasting airstream
gave me vitality. If only I could reach the next station, I would be okay. They’ll
get stuck in the deep bush any minute now; but they didn’t. Eventually they got
too close and scary that I stopped running down the rails and crept into a
scrubby bramble. I wriggled so silently through dense thickets that you might
have thought I was a ninja. When I got far enough into this unknown jungle I
paused for breath and relaxed. That’s where I encountered Heaven, but that post
is the 2nd of July 2023. What I’m talking about here are the events
leading up to that.
They found
me. I had my head in my hands, hiding away, burying my noggin in the sand like
an ostrich. He started smoking, and I saw the smoke above my head, very real,
100% not an hallucination. The intrepid alarm, dismay and terror/horror were
mind-blowing. It was lucky I didn’t piss myself. By the grace of God I
survived. Because just as he was about to cut my head off, I disappeared and went
to Heaven.
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