EPISODE 94: "The Genesis of Revelations" (818 hits)
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*THE CHRONICLES OF COLLEGE-GUY*
EPISODE 94: "The Genesis of Revelations"
March 7, 2005
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WARNING: Only some will wish to see this. If you are a child or faint of heart, if anxiety shakes you for no reason in the depths of the night, then you certainly will not want to read this. If your soul is tortured, and indeed many of us left are tortured souls, then perhaps you should read something else, because the truth is always hardest to swallow when it is most evident.
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I was well outside of the city before I actually regained a faint voice in my head speaking in logical words and not a godless moan. I swerved slightly into the other lanes rapidly, trying to keep the car on a straight path while I raced away from the city--this was Revelations.
Was I on drugs? Sure, but that mattered little. What was happening now wasn't just a drug trip; no, this was a rather an eye-opening religious experiance. Here I was on Communion Sunday, crossing a bridge like in all the dreams. Reality was setting in for me. It all made sense. Emily, the Rapture, the wars around the world, the herpes the prostitute gave me--and she did give me herpes too. The one time I ever pay for a woman, out of all that I have fucked, I get herpes. On the base of my dick, my left middle finger, and MY RIGHT HAND AND MY FOREHEAD. I have herpes on me--did you know herpes came from people fucking goats? It's the mark of the beast if there ever was one.
My evening adventure started at 4pm when I cut my remaining class of the night and began ingesting mushrooms, pot and Budweiser. It wasn't long until I was bouncing from dealer to dealer, getting a little coke, a few multi-colored viles of pills, and three tabs of acid. By the time seven o'clock rolled around, I was in delusionally high.
But then, as I stood surrounded in the bloody meat of the grocery store, as I looked around me and saw the savage beasts that have remained on this Earth since the Rapture--their white faces and vampirical stares fill me with a terror unknown to any of you, since you have no souls--in that place I understood. I saw for myself the truth, the lit darkness.
The End of the World was here.
'But get ahold of yourself,' I found myself thinking as I was driving over the bridge, trying not to smash into oncoming traffic. 'We have to keep our composure.'
It's hard, of course, to try and force God out of your head. It's hard to stand at the top of a mountain and point into His starry face, declaring that He owes you an apology.
And He does, right? Don't you think that He does, for fucking us over that is. For beating us down every day of our lives for a sin that we didn't commit.
'Just a drug trip,' I smiled turning on the jazz station. Somewhere in the frantic madness of the clanking and hooting, my shattered mind reached out for some rational hope. But there was none, and the visions continued.
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Sitting in a diner--one that seems strangely familiar--I watch as the lanky Jew in the back flips my pancakes and smokes a cigar. He would have stayed, of course. He thinks Jesus was a Mohammed, a blasphemous soul like Hitler, one like me and all sociopaths, one spit from the belly of Satan himself to control others and shape the new world of the Antichrist.
But what am I saying? Can it all really be true? Could this be the final time?
I knew that all those predictions were true. You probably don't know because you never paid much attention to the people of the gods, the ones that live in the forests, because you, and I, we're all so captivated by our boxy mind-machines, the hipnotic black screens that wash our souls with the banter of complete madness. But the people of the rain forrest and the ayahuasca, the Aztec descendants know. The Maya know, those who had a calendar for the history of mankind ending on December 23, 2012. The people who wrote the Bible know--the Bible code shows 2012 as the last year as well. Yasser Arafat is dead, people! There are workers currently surveying the land for rebuilding the Temple in Jerusalem--look it up, you fools! The final days are--
"Here," the Jew smiles to me, dropping the loud plate before me.
"Thanks," I say back, grabbing the pepper shaker and shaking it vigorously over my flapjacks.
"Hey, hey, hey, man!" the clown shouts. "Don't fuckin' do that! You'll ruin the cakes!"
With that, I jump up, push him backwards, and shove him against the counter.
"Now you listen, asshole," I say. "We're all damned, every last one of us. He killed off the good ones, can't you see. I didn't die--my death was a lie, just like my life...But we're all still here because we didn't see. We'll always be blind, blind by the demons that possess us." (The demons are large white bats that float invisibly through the sky, swooping down on us unsuspecting nice and tearing first out our eyes so that the insanity of nothingness takes hold.)
With that, the man lets me sit and pepper my pancakes all I want. Reaching into my backpack, I pull out another beer. This is one of my final meals. The wars are coming soon.
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