The Demonic Forces of Planet Cibara (Cadaverous Plantes)) #32,33, 34))

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The Cadaverous Planets
(Before the House of Moir; #32-eposode;
Part III to Planet Cibara)) 5-30-2007))

King Omlu
Of Ancient Moiromma



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Pre Moiromma

Before the house of Moir existed on what is know known as Planet Moiromma, it was similar to life on earth, before the Great Flood (and then some), the Moirommalit’s then were similar to the Stone-aged men. These stone-aged men warred with the pre-Cibara dwarfs of the Northern lands of pre-Moiromma (Moiromma, was simply known at that time as the Rim Planet, being on the edge of two solar systems)) Earth’s and Moiromma’s). They often went to battle in the middle of the planet, in an area called the Southern Boarders (Reference is made to previous chapter-episodes for updates on King Moir; and for the planets here involved, see other ‘Cadaverous Planet stories).


The planet Cibara is just beyond the Asteroid Moon Ice Cap, which orbits the cold planet called Moiromma, just beyond Earth’s solar system—if one is to call Pluto, the last planet within our solar system, it is beyond that.



It was a time when the planet Cibara, was unpopulated for the most part, when pre-Moiromma was green and quite comfortable to live on. The scattered tribes in the North would eventually become Cibaralites, but of course that would take time and a process.
As I had said, it was a time of war, and King Omlu, had he not taken command of his realm when he did, genocide would have taken place with his people. The North was likened Earth’s arctic, but quite smaller.
It was said, in those far off days, a great storm came out of the north, and had scattered the tribes, forced them to go south, and the pre Moirommalit’s, the stone-people, who had been marching to conquer these Northern tribes, were stopped flat in their path, they could not advance; the storm lasting for weeks, would not allow the enemy to advance, and thus, at the Northern tribes under King Omlu, escaped to the land called Rabmid, (Rabmid, being, part of Ancient Moiromma, towards the Great Sea of the West). There they lived unnoticed for a period of time, and seemingly not able to return to their land, lest they cross over into the South, and the stone-warriors were there to greet them, the barbarians of pre-Moiromma.

2
King Omlu

It was about this time some a supernatural force, sent forth a being, a secret messenger by the name of Ura’el, not of flesh, whom had told the king, he blinded the eyes of the stone-people, and that their faith, through him, and unto his God-king, would save them, should they follow his instructions. This superhuman being, no person from pre-Moiromma had ever seen before.
Out of fear, the King received the stranger, and listened, “I come to your ad, to the ‘House of Omlu,’ and will save you and your people from the barbarians should you wish me to.” Said the angelic being, whom was instructed to deal with the king in a kindly fashion, and so did. Although the king listened, and looked serious with the supernatural being when he spoke, there was hesitation in his voice, his eyes, and his whole person.
Ura’el counseled the king for weeks on end, was treated as a special guest in the Kings’ House, and then upon the end of the eighth week Ura’el told him to make a decision “…hasty and willingly, for time is short!” for he knew the barbarians had found their whereabouts, and would attack soon.


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The Great Lift

Said Ura’el, “There will be a new kingdom, and it will be called Cibara, and it will be on a planet nearby, it will be named after your son, and I assure you, the stone-people will not find this new kingdom, but only be able to see its cities.”
But the king hand changed his mind, he wanted his people to return to their old lands, and unto their old grief’s he led them, and into new wars, perhaps not believing in the words of the angelic being, or on the other hand, afraid to rebuild a kingdom on some far off a planet, and then have to let his son, that was not yet born, take command. Therefore, he led his 100,000-inhabidents into ruin.


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Seventeen-years

And it was seventeen-years of battling, and it come to pass he had a son, and his wife did name the child Cibara, out of protest, yet she believed in the words of Ura’el, and to save peace within the now small kingdom, the king agreed, for now there was but 10,000 citizens left.
His son, now being 16-years old, was approached by Ura’el, and given the same message his father had received seventeen years prior. And with the wisdom of his mother (Queen Omluo), young Cibara accepted the offer, realizing it was just a matter of time before his people would be completely wiped out from existence. Thus, it was over night it took place, which 9,999-souls were lifted into orbit, in the blink of an eye, and found they were on what would be called, Planet Cibara (when they woke up from a dead sleep).
King Omlu was left to his own on pre-Moiromma.


Note: See Introductory Chapters to “The Cadaverous Planets” (Parts I & II Planet Cibara)



Part of “The Cadaverous Planets”
Building of the Great Enclosure of Cibara
(#33, Part IV, to the Planet Cibara Series)





Advance: Enslavement of the Demon, it was how the Great Enclosure got built, let no one tell you different, it was King Cibara’s cleverness, but evil got even, Noge impregnated his wife, and thus, his son become a hybrid, one third demonic, two thirds flesh. When the demon first appeared, King Cibara of Planet took a liking towards Noge, even felt sorry for him, and he was perhaps not as wise as he should have been, but cleaver he was. Noge was never stupid or smart, but on the edge, and perhaps not much different than any sexual manic, but he never told the King he had ulterior motives.

Actually, Ura’el was around in those days to keep an eye on things, and when the demonic forces started arriving, King Cibara looked the other way, it that somewhat dumbfounded him, asking, “King Cibara, why do you not come to me to shoo these misfits off your planet, you do realize I could, and with the Creator’s blessing.”
In generalities, the King said very little, “Let’s see if they can be useful on the planet, perhaps I can use them for the betterment of the place.” Ura’el knew better, you don’t bargain with a demon, for once you lose your edge, you are in his hands. But he left well enough alone, and just watched from time to time, when he would visit the planet.
During these first twenty-years on the Planet Cibara, the king threaten the demonic forces, which were not some one hundred in force, that if they did not build the Great Enclosure for him, he’d have Ura’el ostracize them from the planet. Thus, in fear of explosion, they build, brick by brick, some weighing 5000-pounds, a massive temple fortress. One that could withstand an earthquake, the cold of the planet, and the ferocious winds; it was a master piece, like a maze, thirty feet high, several feet thick, each wall, and there were several inner walls to the Enclosure. Out side the Enclosure, there were guard posts (or lookout posts).

It was just after the Enclosure was build, Ura’el returned, saw the last of the stones being put into place, and said to the King, “Tare down the Enclosure, it was built by God’s enemies, if you wish to keep my friendship.”
The King was praised by all his servants, or citizens for being so wise, and cleaver, he had now over 15,000-inhabidents. And now the demonic population had raised to150.
The king would not listen to Ura’el, and therefore, he dismissed himself, cordially, but a little disheartened. That is when things changed, that is when Noge got closer to the queen, Cibara’s wife, for he had married upon the completion of the Enclosure, at the ripe age of 41-years old.


Written 5-31-2007
Note: See Introductory Chapters to “The Cadaverous Planets” (Parts I & II Planet Cibara)



























The Cadaverous Planets
(Before the House of Moir; #34-eposode;
Part V to Planet Cibara)) 5-31-2007))

The Demonic Counsel of Cibara
(And King Omlu’s new Kingdom)

Noge the Demon

King Omlu’s New Kingdom





Advance: it would seem it all started quite easy, too easy (if you have read the introductory episodes of The Cadaverous Planets, which gives reference to Cibara’s demonic migration). The demons appeared, it would seem out of no where, but of course that is not possible, they came from Planet Earth, and their was a lustful demon among them called Noge, although all were lustful in those days, it was just this one would change the status of the planet.


1
The Courtship


“I want all the demon on this planet to swear an oath to me!” demanded King Cibara, Noge the demon was of course was the first in line to do so, he never left the eyes of the queen when he gave it either, he had his intentions.
As for the rest of the demonic forces on planet Cibara, they—likewise—followed suite, in acknowledging the king’s request, and gave their oath (although, Ura’el had stressed to the king time and again, how worthless a demons word is, that it was natural for them to like, like it was natural for humans on earth to eat). I doubt the king heard a word of Ura’el; he was always too busy trying to subdue the demon to build his Great Enclosure of Cibara.
Thus, the king’s citizens rejoiced when the Enclosure was completed, and the demonic forces equally, then Noge reported to his kind, that Ura’el would not return unless the king destroyed the Enclosure.
Queen Lihterb, of Cibara for some odd reason, but 16-years of age when she married the king, fell in lust with Noge, and swore to him not to tell her husband of their affair—in fear he might destroy the Enclosure, and be rescued by Ura’el for he had his plans. Plus, there would be a child born, a hybrid, and should the king find out it was not his child, he would have it killed, therefore, he had an once of control over her.
“Be content, my king, I am with child,” the young queen told her husband, and remembering her oath to Noge, she remained silent of her promiscuousness.


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The Demonic counsel


The king after hearing the good news of his wife being with child, never questioned her allegiance to him, the subject of whose child it might be was not in question, not in his mind at this time anyhow, it simply did not occur to him that she would be cohabitating on the side with a demonic being.
By and by, the fear within the king rose as the demons took over sections of the planet, a slice at a time, little by little, hoping to eventually have the whole of the planet under their control, it was just a matter of time, or so it seemed.
The child was born, and its name was Malsi, and the father was not Cibara of course, but rather Noge, and all 150-demon hand a great laugh the night of his birth.
There was an once of hope, if not excitement among the demonic forces of complete takeover of the planet in time, thereafter, if only they could out wait Cibara, his death would mean immediate control, especially with the Malsi, whom would be next in line to be king, and he was one third supernatural, or demonic, and two-thirds flesh, or his kind.

In the following years, a great counsel came to be on the planet, called “The Demonic Counsel (of Cibara),” as it become known. And the king elected Malsi to attend it, since he seemed to get along with the followers of Noge, better than he, and so he did attend, and brought back to the king the wishes of the counsel, which were really—expectations, if not down right demands.


3
A Hundred Years


It was perhaps a hundred years or so when the king heard of battles to be among the demon. They didn’t want to wait for the king’s death, matter of fact, they were fighting among themselves, and thus, Malsi build an underground structure in case there was a rebellion between flesh and spirit forces in the near future.
These were times when the king was uneasy to say the least; his strength to hold onto his kingdom was dwindling.

(King Omlu/the Hybrids) It was also a time when his father King Omlu, on planet pre-Moiromma was back in the land called Rabmid, where he had met Ura’el and refused his assistance. The king had given birth to several hundred children from the barbaric women of the South, wherein, a change in the mentality of the inhabitants slowly changed, to being more alert, quick thinking, and perhaps a little on the feeling side, yet, the barbarism did not leave their blood and soul completely. New life was developing on Moiromma, while on Cibara, it seemed to sicken the atmosphere, as the demonic forces become more and more powerful, and produced more children, hybrids, flesh and spirit, and the original inhabitants slowly died off, one by one. And for the most part, the children known as the hybrids came to live in ‘The House of Noge.’

For some odd reason, Malsi would not marry, and spoke little to the demonic forces, and likewise, to his king. His demonic father, somehow he knew, was told, and hated him, yet to survive he learned timing, and silence, he said only what he had to, and felt no secret was a secret once told, and told very little of anything, except what he had to. In essence, he did a lot of looking the other way, especially when he saw injustices; his mother being his aid and shelter.


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King Omlu’s New Kingdom


The king, King Omlu, still on planet Moiromma, found himself back in the west province called, Rabmid, where he started to rebuild his kingdom, sloppy it may have looked, of tall timbers, and towers, and fences several feet tall, but it was a beginning. The Great Sea was not far off shore from his fortress of sorts, and here he lived in his wooden stronghold, with some two-hundred followers—adults and several hundred children, perhaps close to one thousand inhabitants.


Note: See Introductory Chapters to “The Cadaverous Planets” (Parts I & II Planet Cibara)) Written: 2-31-2; Lima, Peru.


Notes (Characters):

Cibara: First King of Planet Cibara (lived 800-yars)
Malsi: Son to Cibara
Niets: wife to Cibara (whom slept with a demon and bore Malsi)
King Omlu: Father to Cibara (Nomadic leader of the pre-Cibara inhabitants living on pre Moiromma (in the Northlands)
Queen Omluo: wife to King Omlu, mother to Cibara
Ura’el: Angelic being sent as a messenger to King Omlu
Rabmid (Part of Ancient Moiromma, toward s the Great Sea of the West)
Noge: Lust Demon from Earth, living on Cibara
Queen Lihterb: Cibara’s wife

The Legend of Cumbayo (The Guardian of Cumbayo, 6000 BC)

The Legend of Cumbayo
(The Guardian of Cumbayo, 6000 BC)


Cumbayo, the Sanctuary (Temple, 6000 BC)




Note: Half of this account was written in flight, leaving Cajamarca (5-7-2007), to Lima Peru (a few days after visiting the site of Cumbayo (5-26-2007), the other half was written a day after my arrival back at Lima, at El Parquettos restaurant, 5-8-2007.


The Sanctuary (or Stone Castle)


(Written in Flight, diary notes: part one) It was in may of 2007 I visited the temple in the valley of Cajamarca, better known as the Sanctuary, a most impressive site, dating back to 6000 BC, and the petrography (Rock Art) dating back to 1000 BC, when I, by myself entered this most famous, but most recently discovered narrow passage of Cumbayo, likened to a natural castle like stone structure in the middle of nowhere, towering into the sky like Babel, the passage going from one side of this solid rock formation, mountain size almost, to the other side, perhaps some sixty feet long, one third of those feet in pitch darkness, and tight as two feet wide in some places. I ventured to enter and zigzag across it alone, knowing here lived a people, 8000-years ago, who used this place as a sanctuary, and this narrow passage discovered some thirty-years ago, was perhaps their hidden doorway.
The rock art or petrography dates back to 1000 BC, some 5000-years after the place became inhabited.
As I wedged my way through this curving maze, I got stuck between the walls, my arms became limp, its muscles inactive, my breath almost nil from exhaustion, I remained motionless for the moment, trying not to panic, I was in the middle of this passage way, in the dark area.
I got thinking of the great stones in front of this stone castle like structure, it seemed to have been carved into a face, a section of it anyway, perhaps of some great warrior, or king I thought. This stone structure had tower like formations around it.
I was becoming more exhausted by the minute. Cramped and caught in this dreadful thin passage, my mind seemed to drift, by purpose or force, drift I say, into a dream or visionary state, who can tell at such a moment, under duress.

I saw a figure, its eyes brighten and his breath came more quickly as He replied, saying, “What is your care?” There was some kind of infinite pride in his voice and manner, he meant what he said.
I shrugged my shoulders, I really didn’t know. I nodded. His mind was working his face I noticed; he said to me, “I am the guardian, and I sense you cannot, and I can….” It wasn’t a question I noticed, rather a statement. I think he meant, I was stuck, and he could help, if he wanted to. It didn’t seem like he really didn’t want to, but perhaps he might.
He told me to tell you of their existence “Tell the world,” he said, “and for those who come to except this as an honor to enter this ancient temple and not to touch.”
I was still into this dream or trance state, perhaps he was waiting for me to say, or agree with him, yet if he could read my face, as I did his, he would know I would write this article, or story as I am doing now.



The Captive and the Walls
(Part Two)



(Written at the Restaurant, while having Coffee) At this point the whole offer was a private one—almost personal between me and the Guardian, but with a public agenda, which belonged to the ancestors. I remember now, however, there was no energy left in me, just a sanctuary of worship and a guardian, and he felt a tinge like I was invading, and perhaps wanting me to go on my own.
He seemed to know; the world would come to this location in time, and didn’t want to deny it, but wanted to preserve it for the future use in its destined way.
And now, a few days passed, sitting down at this restraint in Lima, and this is still held in mind—and unsure if he guardian was, or is devoted to his word of ultimate undoing of me, should I not do as I agreed.
I remember asking the Guardian said, “How was it back then?” and his Reply was, “Thee came anarchy in the valley, and that brought the lack of all things—with heart-breaking persistence, we tried to overcome, and this brought our writings into existence, but we could not tell the whole story until perhaps 1000 BC, from the rock art, or as you call it, petrography!”

The Walls

(I remember staggering back against the wall, I actually had room I told myself, and still I heard his utterances, the Guardian’s)
As I looked about, I noticed hands and finger marks scratched into the wall, all the way down the wall, how I could see this in the dark area was beyond me, I must still had been in a trance or dream-vision state; it is hard to tell now that I look back at it…but I do remember the thick stone walls, the deep dust on the floor, and the marks on the walls. The walls seemed to take my breath away. The walls seemed to have impulses: that is to say, they reached to the mind of the Guardian, and obeyed him.


Captive

This narrow passage was to me not only thin, but locking me up, captive, imprisoned, caged, yet I kept my head, and now I understood why my struggles ceased, and I seized the moment and found myself moving a few more feet forward in the passage, and light, yes, light appeared, and as I moved out into the day (I don’t remember how long I was in there, but the sun was like a big lamp upon me, thus, it must had been a few hours, I rubbed my eyes). So I would tell myself at the time: never go back into this cave unless you are with someone. But still I was not sure if all of this was a dream or not, so as you can verify, I am doing my duty, by writing this, and you reading this, so no curse can befall me. Inside this cave, in the dark section I read (I do not know how, for it was in a language 3000-years old, written on stone): “For men whom come through this passage, be quiet, hands free, be like feathers, thin and masked.” The Guardian.

Curse of the Mysterious Honeybee [Part of the Cadaverous Planets]

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Curse of the Mysterious Honeybee
[Part of the Cadaverous Planets]


Chapter One
The Plan



(Tfarcevol))Tig)) where did they come from? It was a question everyone was asking and now there were a lot of conspiracy theories. But they came from the hands of a Moirommalit, perhaps the most famous intellectual of Planet Moiromma, the planet outside the solar system of earth’s, which runs parallel (the year is AD 2016).
Tig, or Tfarcevol, had lived his life, as legend tells it on this cold planet called Moiromma, but he was resurrected into a ghostly form, he couldn’t transform himself completely, I mean it was his 101-resurrection, and he did so, so he could guard the citadel of Haiti. I suppose if any man on Moiromma could figure out a way to get one more resurrection out of life, or existence’s future, it would have been him, known as the Plato, the wise man of Moiromma, the Einstein of his Planet of his day, he now was on earth, and had left the citadel in Haiti to its own accord, he had bigger plans. He wanted to starve the world, mad he was, or became, and angry as if earth had done Moiromma wrong, had wronged Moiromma by hunting down his countrymen like missing links. They had done that for some 1000-years, thinking they were misfits, calling them Grendel, and other such names.
And so he devised his plan, it would involve starving the United States first, then parts of South America, those parts that supplied the world with medicines, such as, along the Amazon, then Canada, and Europe, the great economies of the world, then the whole world per se.

He made his home in St. Paul, Minnesota, a conservative city of the Midwest, and there, on Abermable Street, his neighbors unaware of his workings, he drew out his plans, in the vacant house at 1094, owned previously by a poet, he knew slightly by his interest in his planet; he knew he was at this time in Peru, and his house was up for sale, and would remain in Peru for a long spell.

He created in the basement of this house, a chemical called HBPV (The Honeybee Pollinate Virus). This would stop the honeybee from pollinating the flowering crops of the world, which is perhaps 90%, dealing with apples, nuts, avocados, soybeans, asparagus, broccoli, celery, squash and cucumbers; to include, citrus fruit, peaches, kiwi, cherries, blueberries, cranberries, strawberries, cantaloupe and other melons.
It has been said one third of humanities foods comes from insect-pollinated plants, and the honeybee is responsible for 80% of the pollination process. On Moiromma, there is no pollination at all, nor honeybees. This he figured would even destroy the cattle, which ate alfalfa, and of course the bee is involved with this process as well. Thus, it would take but a few years until the collapse of the world food chain he figured. And the virus would not infect anyone but the bee population. And by the time the scientists found the cure, the food supply would be next to nil, and money would not be able to buy a once of beef, fruit or vegetable; there just wouldn’t be any to buy, period!.



Chapter Two
The Virus


It took Tig, several months to mix the ingredients he needed. His ghostly form, could be thickened to an almost fleshly structure, and with his capability of flight, he himself absorbed the virus in its liquid form, and in the dark of the night, knowing the honeybees of America, were not equipped to combat his poisons and disease very well, he flew over the honeybee farms of America and exposed them to his absorbing poisons, as if being a parasite.
Thus, the bees could not weather this storm, the tempest Tig of Moiromma threw at them. One by one, each day, everyday, 365-days the first year, Tig, filled his body up like a balloon, like a sponge, a parasite, and planted his seeds, his perfect infection; they had no resilience to bounce back.
Then he went on to Brazil and Peru, infecting the waters and insects along the shores, the crisis threatened to wipe out the crops there as it had in the United States, it was just a matter of time now. Then onto Europe he went.
The first year, the value of the devastation from the short supply of food was $15-billion dollars in the USA alone, the second year the same, and 10-billion for Europe. The third year he infected all 17,000-species of bees, and a world food supply of $135-billion dollars, from Japan, to China, Europe and America, and Brazil, for the most part.


Chapter Three
The Bees?


As the scientists figured out, there were no worker bees in their hives, just new born bees, and the queen. Evidently the bees seemed to have left the hive, died off some other place, they were not present. They looked for them everyplace. What Tig had done was, weakened the bee, and distorted his mind as well as infecting his internal pollination processing abilities, so he could not make it back, or even figure out where he came from, and he’d die in some lonely spot, a few days later, trying to pollinate.
The governments of the world tried radically to reintroduce new bee colonies to the world, and some of it worked, but it was the forth and fifth year of Tig’s revengeful plan, and he had done a lot of homework, and leg work in this ongoing disaster, and the world could not keep up with demand and supply, and the people of the countries involved, became parasites themselves, killing as they did on Moiromma for flesh to eat, cannibalism became a new hypothesis for the people of the world to ponder on (for survival purposes), as it was normal on Moiromma (he had created a one-celled parasite fungus), and spread it around the world).
The Captive colonies of the USA sank (in 2019) to 100,000-honeybees, from almost six million in 1947. What one of the scientist wanted to do, had plans to do was to equip the new born honeybees with genes that would take poisons out of its system, if planted into them, an immune-disease-fighting gene, consequently, whatever toxins came into it, would not affect the bee in the long run.
Once Tig got hold of this information, he flew to Troy University, where Doctor Jerry Mayo was doing his experiments, vulnerable he was in his lab, so Tig thought, Tig behind him watching (he did have a high respect for scientists, he was one, once himself, and so he remain still in amazement and observing Mayo’s progress, perhaps a mistake at best, curiosity always kills the cat, so I am told), he noticed his beehive thriving, he had found the formula for the next generation, and kept this hive germ free.
As Tig, materialized feeling safe, Doctor Mayo instinctively feeling he was present (and evidently knowing something about the inhabitants of Moiromma, and the legends of Tig), quickly sprayed Tig with a paralyzing solution.


Written 5-3-2007

The Cigar [a chapter story/Reedited 5/2007]

The Cigar [a chapter story/Reedited]


For some odd reason Günter’s mind started shifting into a different mode, he was at an old friends work place, at a party [dreaming]; he always liked a good cigar now and then, on special occasions that is, --and Molly, the secretary, asked him if he wanted one. He looked at her, said “yes,” in an inquisitive way, and to his misfortune, it was quite small. Bewildered he gave no response except, a shallow: “Thanks,” and went about and lit it. Then the old friend the one that mysteriously appeared, appeared one might say out of nowhere was sitting by him, he wanted to try the cigar, check it out, and smoke it that is. But there wasn’t much, especially for both of them, and only nearly enough for him. Plus, there didn’t seem to be enough air in the room, and of course; you cannot share what you do not possess (he confessed to himself), and if there is a want or need, it is on the beholders side. Nonetheless, he hesitated, and looked stern into his face, his youthful face, a face that didn’t age like his, “I have an idea,” he says to the old friend, “put the end of this cigar into your pipe, and then you’ll have enough to enjoy.” The mystic friend looked at him pleased, and just happened to have a pipe on hand, and pulled it out while Günter put the cigar—what was left of it anyways—into the barrel of the pipe, and gave it to his stranger-friend. As the friend smoked from the pipe he started to choke, as if he was spitting up tobacco, pieces of the cigar, or blood, something; his throat was choking on it anyhow, and it was burning, a fatal burning sensation. He didn’t know what to do, so he told him, “...here, here take some water, swallow it quick, and cool the throat, it’ll put out the flame,” and the friend did so, and all was well for the moment.
Now, Günter walked away from the table, and its festivities, finding himself by the store next to the office party. He noticed cigars for sale, big cigars—, now he thinks: ‘…why didn’t Molly tell me they had big cigars here, instead of the little one?” thinking of course, it would have possible solved the problem with him sharing his cigar and not causing the coughing of his friend. ‘Peculiar,’ he tells himself, very odd indeed, yet it is left at that. Then the old man shook his head, told himself to stop day dreaming, rescue Jean-Lee. As he found himself opening up his eyes, he was also spitting out water. (He had been drowning, sinking, in the Mississippi, and had mentally let go for a moment; now above water, his mind reactivated.)


Originally written 2004, reedited 5/2007; a chapter story from the writings of: “Look at Me!”