EPISODE 95: "Picking Sides for Armageddon" (766 hits)
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Submitted by The Chronicles of College-Guy (View user info) at 2005-03-09 19:17:20 EST
*THE CHRONICLES OF COLLEGE-GUY*
EPISODE 95: "Picking Sides for Armageddon"
March 9, 2005
It wasn't until last Sunday that it all became clear to me {1}. It wasn't until I took Communion with acid that I saw what had to be seen—the truth. Since I've learned it, it's been haunting me. Throughout my day, cold needles of the coming doom prick into my spine.
The world will end soon, I keep hearing in my head. The world is going to end.
Waking up in the bed of a sixteen-year-old girl in some town that I've never been to before, the past few days fly through my mind. I tripped, I repented in the forest, I got drunk at a party, I took this girl's virginity—perhaps she will get the herpes that the hooker gave me {2}. Even in my knowledge, I sin—though I can hardly be blamed; I am a sociopath, marked by the Beast since birth. And what difference does it make now anyway? All of us are damned.
"You're not leaving," she says in her young voice, perky even in disappointment.
"Yeah," I say, popping a cigarette in my mouth and lighting it. "I've got to go."
Of course I really do not. It's all a lie, like my death {3}...God, if only I had really died. If only I had been taken up to Heaven with all the others in the Rapture—He took Emily {4}...Or did He really? As hard as I try to write off my talks with Johnny Cash {5}, I find it impossible to really let myself forget what he told me.
He told me Emily's still alive. She has to be. Why would he lie to me?
My car kicks up dirt across the girl's snowy yard as I speed away from her house. Chunks of brown mud fly across her white lawn as she stares out her window, crying as her first time drives away forever.
As I move closer, I'm becoming more cognizant of the forces at work. The peace in Israel is fake. The Verichips have been passed by the FDA. Bush is the Antichrist and he has taken Babylon. It's all quite clear to me. The last seven years have come.
Of course a Jesus came to save me {6}. I can't just ignore that entirely. I can't just pretend like I wasn't given a last chance. I was and I spat in God's face. I'm with you now—but, again, I was marked from birth.
Hauling ass back in to Seattle, I am late for my British Literature class. Speeding across town, I make it in to class a few minutes late. I am panting and out of breath, but I always come in stoned and looking like shit anyway, so no one really notices.
"And I think that's a good point," my English teacher says, pointing to a student that has just spoken and strutting across the room. "We have to all remember that the self-hood displayed by these Romantic poets often places individualism above everything else, ESPECIALLY in 'Paradise Lost'. I mean, Satan is the hero, for Gosh sakes."
Even though I am disoriented and getting my things out, the last few words are picked up by my ears.
"Here you have this character," he continues, still speaking of Satan, "who, despite the overwhelming power of God that he is facing, still stands up for himself and his own values. And I think that, when you think about it, Satan really is the ultimate hero of Romantic literature. He stands for all that is, for better or worse, independent. Narcissistic? Yes. But also incredibly self-reliant. I mean, if you were writing a book on individualist heroes, Satan, in this work at least, would make the top of that list. I mean, read lines starting on 157."
And the teacher read the lines to the class:
"Fall'n Cherube, to be weak is miserable
Doing or Suffering: but of this be sure,
To do ought good never will be our task,
But ever to do ill our sole delight,
As being the contrary to His high will
Whom we resist."
"I mean," my teacher smiled, "that's kind of beautiful, isn't it?"
The class is silent, but I am filled with words—none which can be expressed, but all felt in their fullest forms.
And I begin laughing hysterically, confusing my entire class. Laugh with me, I think. Can't you see? Our evil will save us!
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References:
1) EPISODE 94: "The Genesis of Revelations" (Mar. 7, 2005) http://www.ubersite.com/m/61450
2) EPISODE 93: "A Prostitute" (Mar. 4, 2005) http://www.ubersite.com/m/61233
3) EPISODE 82: "Faking My Death" (Jan. 27, 2005) http://www.ubersite.com/m/57893
4) EPISODE 64: "Light" (Jan. 1, 2005) http://www.ubersite.com/m/55710
5) EPISODE 68: "Another Day in the Loony Bin" (Jan. 7, 2005) http://www.ubersite.com/m/56136
EPISODE 74: "The Gates of Reality" (Jan. 14, 2005) http://www.ubersite.com/m/56800
6) EPISODE 81: "The Rapture" (Jan. 25, 2005) http://www.ubersite.com/m/57807
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Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2007-04-12 15:47:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Submitted by Holz (user info) at 2005-03-10 12:27:34 EST (#)
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Thats better
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2005-03-10 08:56:45 EST (#)
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I wish the world would end already. I'm poor, single and there's never anything good on TV.
Submitted by boneface (user info) at 2005-03-10 04:15:55 EST (#)
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the chris evans thing does kind of make sense...
Submitted by Chinaski (user info) at 2005-03-10 03:35:05 EST (#)
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Nigga, have you tried adderall!?
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2005-03-10 02:43:34 EST (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Ed_0150 (user info) at 2005-03-10 00:26:11 EST (#)
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Submitted by Saxon (user info) at 2005-03-09 20:18:21 EST (#)
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And god said "some shall ne writers".
Submitted by Thirty_Four_Eggs (user info) at 2005-03-09 19:52:09 EST (#)
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Submitted by darko (user info) at 2005-03-09 19:37:02 EST (#)
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+2 for the post. But now that i think about it, you were chris evans.
Submitted by Chinaski (user info) at 2005-03-09 19:36:30 EST (#)
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+{2}
You seem to be writing more like Steven Durrell now...