Sandstorm (Complete So Far) (362 hits)
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Submitted by Randy Rottenbuckets (View user info) at 2006-07-11 23:46:16 EDT
I watch from a near building as she drags the purple tube top over her breasts pausing for a moment to let the fabric hang on her very hard nipples. The fabric, as if it longs to be there resists for a good three seconds before finally letting loose of its purchase and falls quickly over the skin of her belly.
A man approaches. 6'1, fat, drooling over this goddess like a cat over a kill. You can almost smell the sweat that must be dripping from his anxious balls. His eyes are wild like fire and something about his nostrils doesn't seem human. Almost like he's breathing smoke. I zoom in on them and watch for a while........
...
The sandstorm makes me feel safe. The little pieces of earth ripping away at my flesh are like little reminders that I exist.
I pull the leather face-mask over my nose and breathe deep. "Duty", I whisper. "A shot in the dark".
....
The top hat gives him away. "White with a brown stripe." That's what she said.
My goddess.
I relax my trigger finger... take a deep breath.....
BOOM.
She looks scared.
I don't know where it comes from but a sigh escapes me. When I look back she's gone. I scan the room for a second more before casing my rifle.
Don't panic. No one knows.
...
Oh my goddess, Eris why have you come. Oh Discordia! Oh Discordia! Oh Discordia!
...
She visits my pineal gland every night and whispers to me, the Goddess. She shows me things."Gentlemen," he said, "why does Pickering's Moon go about in reverse orbit? Gentlemen, there are nipples on your chests; do you give milk? And what, pray tell, Gentlemen, is to be done about Heisenberg's Law?" He paused. "SOMEBODY HAD TO PUT ALL OF THIS CONFUSION HERE!"
Eventually she goes away....
I'm back in the sandstorm. The warmth pounds my cheeks but that doesn't matter. I'm home and thank god. Master Sergeant Richard Diekman (yeah we called him dick dickman) looks me in the eye.
Diekman: Where the hell have you been soldier, the fight with the desert chickens got you fucked?!
Me (private Robinson or Titbisquit from here on out): No sir, I'm here to kill sir!
Diekman: Private Oswald get up there and see if you can breech that wall.
That wall was a twenty foot mess of blown up tanks and barbed wire interlaced with Iraqi soldiers itching to take pot-shots at people like Oswald.
All I remember is the fucker running up to the wall. Fucking bullshit that he didn't even get a chance to shoot. Fucking bullshit.
But I serve the goddess.
She has plans for me.
I
Will
Not
Die
"I am chaos. I am the substance from which your artists and scientists build rhythms. I am the spirit with which your children and clowns laugh in happy anarchy. I am chaos. I am alive, and I tell you that you are free."
...
It was raining hard and I wanted a smoke. The itch in my lungs nabbed at my throat clenching it with an iron fist demanding that I light up. I make an honest attempt but the rain has other plans. It was then that I notice Gary Busey.
That crazy fuck was standing on a stoop butt ass naked in the rain yelling something at this pimple faced little kid about some crazy shit, I dunno. He had his ass splayed open with both hands and was making like it was talking. I find a shadow and watch the display.
The kid: You were raised in a Christian home, and then decided, when you grew up, you wanted to go to Hollywood. What motivated you?
Gary's ass: ...when I was in the first grade, I saw a movie called "Samson and Delilah," the Cecil B. DeMille film, and when it was over, I said to my mother, "Where do all the people go?" And she said, "They go out, and another audience comes in to see the picture show." And I said, "No, not those people, the people up there." She said, "You mean the people in the picture show?" And I said, "Yes." She said, "Well, they go off and they do another picture show, and so we'll come and see it." And I said, "That's what I want to do." And she said, "You want to be in the picture show?" And I said, "No, I want to tell stories with light."
The kid: Wow.
Gary's ass: And light stands for L-I-G-H-T, which stands for Living In God's Heavenly Thoughts. ...the experiences that God gave me to go through...which were cocaine, which were extravagant living in the fast, fast, fast, fast, fast lane, see? ... your shadow, the dark side. C.G. Hume writes about it, in terms of the fact that every one of us has a dark side. And my dark side, my shadow, my lower companion is now in the back room blowing up balloons for kids' parties.
Fuck it I'm a fan and Gary Busey is the sun god, what do I know? His face melts as I catch his winking eye.
"Don't FUCK with the Buse", it said to me. (I heard he ate 15 whole deep fried crabs in one sitting. Who can fuck with that?) Fuck he's seen me.
I try to look away but we're locked in. Man to man, me and the Buse.
His chest rips clean off his body and the sun pours from his cavity. I'm blinded. Shit. Wears my gun.
That's when he ate me.
User Reviews
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-07-12 16:11:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
not random enough for me
Submitted by corn_nugget (user info) at 2006-07-12 11:49:44 EDT (#)
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OH MY GOD
Submitted by BobLobla (user info) at 2006-07-12 10:13:31 EDT (#)
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you really so suck large ass dont you...
Submitted by gonefiguring (user info) at 2006-07-12 09:31:06 EDT (#)
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Awesome. No, that doesn't do this justice. This generates not just 'some' awe - it is not just awe-some. It generates enough awe as to be utterly full of awe. Full of awe. Awe-full, that's what I meant. Completely awe-full.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2006-07-12 04:52:01 EDT (#)
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Somebody help me scrape this off my shoe.
Submitted by Randy_Rottenbuckets (user info) at 2006-07-12 01:20:04 EDT (#)
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I'm looking for someone to put art to this. PM me.
Submitted by DirtyDoubleEntendre (user info) at 2006-07-12 00:23:49 EDT (#)
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There's a mosquito-bite on my ass.
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2006-07-11 23:51:15 EDT (#)
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fuck your mouth.
Submitted by Randy_Rottenbuckets (user info) at 2006-07-11 23:49:16 EDT (#)
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Fuck, theres no edit button!