Prelude To Innovations in Motion

The World of NebCo #3

January 05, 2006

Find it funny that the whole organism can be changed by one slght move. Say, a second thought on an act. The second thought can lead to a third, which ultimatly leads to an infinite amount of differences, all because of a second though. The authorities and the administration have Mind Blocked many for the ultimate result of no second thoughts. The cranium capacity is depleted by the Mind Block's side effects.

One of these is called the "Trhal Deprivation". This causes the mind to only react to light...no smell, touch, or sound can penetrate it. Of course, there is a cure. The blood of the inforcer of the Deprivation. Another less leathal in all ways is the "Aia Yam". First founded by the Underground Royal Lab in OS 189, a year after the first succesful Mind Block was inforced. Aia Yam throws the logic of the prisoner off and of course, can be deadly. But, the Aia Yam wears off around 10 hours after inforcement.

The MOST deadly side effect of a correctly performed Mind Block is the infamous "Shouy Annihilation", founded by the previously leader before the current, in the year OS 274. Shouy Annihilation causes death on Impact. Much of what the Beast in the Forest uses in the poem by Literhaut Brostaig. Death on Impact....Death on Impact...Causing Death on Impact...Beast... Forest....death....on....Impact

-=-=-=- The following message has been intercepted by the Authorities of the Island X2 Sector 78. The mesage has been disrupted causing ceasment of the end. Message compiled by the People of Undergound Royal Communcations Center HQ in Qaidion-=-=-=-

Mel Gibson's Apocolypto

December 23, 2005

So, if you have not seen the trailer for the new Mel Gibson flick Apocolypto, you are missing out. The cinematography looks great, and Mel Gibson is a good director, even if you disagree with his position on religion.

It promises to be West Side Story minus music plus Ancient Maya plus the Sandlot plus Dodgeball.

The best I can tell from what limited information the teaser trailer provides is that this is the tale of two rival Mayan gangs competing for the great Sun Award. The Sun Award is given to the winning team of the Ball Game Tournament. The Mayan ball game, for those discultured, is a sport in which hips, legs, and the head are used to get the ball in a hoop or across a line.

This is a surprisingly formulaic tale brought into new focus in the context of the Mayan culture. The underdog group of kids are not picked to be on the main team named The Solarz. Upset, they start their own team, The Scruffs.

In the first match of the season, the Scruffs and the Solarz are pitted against each other in league play. Needless to say, the Scruffs loses horribly and embarrassingly to the well-face-painted and heavily-jeweled Solarz.

The Scruffs quickly fall to the bottom of the Ball Game stats and give up hope. As they are hanging around a broken old temple, they come upon a old drunkard named Fulo McHuhcro. McHuhcro, along with his panther Pibil, help the Scruffs learn the skills of Ball Game well enough for them to make it to the tournament.

After they get to the tournament, the details released by Icon Productions are limited. What can be known is that McHuhcro used to be a great Apocolypto, or great player of Ball Game. His story is told in flashbacks throughout the film of his fall from grace. So there is that subplot.

I hope you enjoyed this sneak peek behind Apocolypto. Hopefully such a formulaic idea will turn out well in the context of Mayan culture and focusing more on the mentor figure than before.

Do You Like to Eat... Cantaloupe?

December 17, 2005

Copyright 2005-2006 DCo¹

Do You Like to Eat... Cantaloupe?
Dance Break
Do You Like to Eat... Cantaloupe? (x4)
Dance Break
I have a Query for you!
What does it PERTAIN to?
CANTALOUPE!
Yah!
Do You Like to Eat... Cantaloupe?

The P Line

August 26, 2005

Sunrise, June 30th, a bus driver walks into the depot. The television news is saying how hot of a day it is going to be, record heat. He grabs a set of bus keys and walks out the parking lot where many busses are parked. He opens the bus door and slides into the chair, slipping a photo of his wife and son into the side of the window. The bus driver drives out of the lot and stops at his first stop. He picks up a guy in a drunken stupor who slams change into the payment thingy. The drunk man goes to the back of the bus, and falls asleep. The next stop he picks up a mother and her 9 year old daughter, and a 42 year old man (a manager) in a suit gets on. The next stop a 20 year old boy with a slight limp gets on and takes a seat towards the front of the bus, he is anxious about something. The next stop, a 26 year old man wearing a tie and a short sleeve button up shirt (unemployed), along with a 24 year old woman carrying a large purse (a teacher).

At the next stop the mother and her daughter get off the bus. 35 seconds pass, until the man in the coat with a limp asks the bus driver to stop the bus. "Buddy, you're gonna have to wait until the next stop, sorry." The man in the coat pulls out a gun towards the bus driver. "Stop the fucking bus!" The bus driver slams on the brakes, the back wheels slide a bit into the next lane, stopping traffic, and puts the bus into park. "Listen, fella, calm down, please, jesus christ, please." "Look, everyone, if you don't wanna die, just sit there and shut up, shut up!" The limping man asks. The remaining passengers, besides the passed out drunken guy, are shaken and scared. There is a woman in an SUV behind the bus and starts honking. The limping man starts yelling "stop honking!"; the honks continue; "stop honking!"; the honking continues; "stop!" He shoots his gun out the back of the bus, blowing the air conditioning unit of the bus and the honks stop.

It would be a long hot day.

Noah's Plane

August 19, 2005

So, this is an idea that one night a plane transporting some animals has to dump the cargo and they land in the backyard of this banker who is hating his life. So, somehow the animals survive the crash, and he sets up a small zoo. He starts to offer it for free, and then he needs the money, so he starts charging for it. But, the community then starts to donate their money and time to help him out. But then, the corporate zoo starts to want him to shut down because he is drawing customers away from them. So, the corporate zoo gets an injunction on the community zoo, and there is a dramatic thing at the end where the community ends up granting him lands in return for the donation of the animals; and the city grants a liscence to the community zoo. Everyone is happy

Of course, there has to be a girl, so make her an outspoken vetrinarian who is, of course, sassy. Also, to make it more believable, he is watching his next door neighbor's house while they are on a 6 month vacation, so he uses their backyard space as well for the zoo.

Revision 1- the main character is a guy who was fired from his job as a banker, and is spending 8 months house sitting, along with his little brother who is taking a year off between high school and college, his aunt and uncle's house as they are taking a working holiday in New Zealand trying to figure out his next move. There is an old lady in the neighborhood whose daughter is taking care of her, and she is a veterinarian.

May 20, 2005

"I was always hoping for something to come through, but it never does, it never did." "Me too, me too." "Aw, come on, don't pin this on me." "You?" "This is half your fault!" "Wait, no, this is not half my fault, this is all yours. You were the one who just got me to go along with this stupid idea." "Why did you go along with it then if you thought it was stupid?!" "For the same reasons as you... I was hoping that it would work, and maybe I could finally help you out... I'm sorry." "It's alright, I shouldn't have yelled at you. I'm just so, angry at this whole situation."

"Where were you waiting?" "I was here the whole time." "No, where were you waiting?" "Here" "Don't make me ask you a third time and you lie to me." "I was over at Jenna's house." "You're kidding, right? After all that she has done to us, you went over there?" "It's not like that.. mostly." "Aw jeez, grow up." "Don't tell me to grow up." "Don't go behind my back like that." "Then start trusting me to do the right thing." "How can I trust you when you do something stupid like that?!" "Look, forget you, I'll be waiting somewhere else."

"I didn't call you guys because I didn't want you all to be disappointed in me." "Come on, everyone needs a little help from their family. you could have called us." "I didn't want help."

"You need this?" "I could use it." "I never thought I would see the day when you would walk through that door, asking me for help." "Things have changed, these aren't the old days." "I can see that, clearly." "Things have not been going well for me or my brother, and I need to look after him, he can't do it himself." "You sure you want me to give this to you, you never were one to use a gun." "Things have changed."

"Eric, look at me! Look at me, open your eyes! No, don't stop.. open your eyes! Eric!" "Doug, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought you into this." "Eric, calm down, I'm going to save you." "No one can save me, I died before tonight."

"I haven't spoken to him in 7 years." "How did get so bad between you two?" "Eric? Things aren't bad, it is just, a few weeks become a few months, becomes 7 years." "You think he doesn't know?" "How could he?... He needs to know." "How long are you going to be gone?" "A week or two, not that long."

"What happened to you?" "Things took a bit of a tumble and I landed on my back, but I have been working up." "Why didn't you call us?" "Because I was doing fine, things are good." "As I can see." "I am happy you're here... I should've called, but I was doing fine."

Glatticus and his Butches save Toyug

May 13, 2005

From that point on, I was known as Glatticus. Glatticus, they would say, where does the one go after he is tried? I would reply, with, Glatticus cares not for that, bring me a toad for the sharing to be bountiful. I would walk, throw the waters, only shallow enough to kill a toad, and found a meandering stooge throwing rocks at the fateful hope of nothing. He would say thus:

Glatticus, I have traveled these many waters, for many moons and months, to find you, and your precious toad bearing feet, to solve a mystery that has plagued my village for many years.

As it has turned out to be, This little stooge was made of a name to be "Morise" and he came from a small village that was indeed plagued by a mystery so dark that I need a candle to even bring my mind to rear it. Thus forth, I was known as Glatticus carrier of Morise, a title that was known only to the stooge Morise and the peoples of the village I would travel to to solve this mystery. Morise informed me his village, named by the way of Toyug, was under the pains of a night terror that they called the "Shadow Breast." I was sure that the letters were misplaced in the name, and that they must have meant the Shadow Beast, but none was the bearer of such news to anyone, and I, now to be of Glatticus carrier of Morise and investigator of Toyug, was to travel to the forsaken village.

It was a three month travel, and in such time I had gained the use of another boy, named by an owl to be Hooth. Also, we met a man who was as tall as a tree that was six feet and five inches, we called him, against his likening, to be of Nortie. As we were to be called, formally as a group, the band of Glatticus and his Butches, to travel into the village of Toyug. (My named has such been shortened to Glatticus as we now had a formal name of a group together).

We walked into the village of Toyug, and immediately, they were weary of us. That was until the leader of the town noticed Morise and declared that help had been brought, in the form of the band of Glatticus and his Butches. We were to work now, we were to work, heavy. Daunting, and until night fell hard enough to break the backs of several men, who were dead before their backs were.

The leader of the village Toyugoo Tres, gave a speech, which brought tears to all of us:

We have long awaited a savior, and now, in the form of Glatticus and his Butches, we have one, the plural one, and we shall pursue our Shadow Breast to the fullest of the intentions of detectivery. Only through our prayers has Glatticus and his Butches been brought before us to swear off our enemy, the Shadow Breast. In response to the response to our response-hoping prayers, we will give the services of our town to Glatticus and his Butches, for they are the saviors.

The Notebook

March 04, 2005

Cast:
Morris Talbson as Hugo Baster
Trevor Luvier as General Scientist Vincent "Manny" Duselhuashberaun
Maria Gertrove as Lydia R. Woumen
Cyclops as One Eyed Tim
Luke Goldman as Tyler Oliver
Paper as the Notebook

Summary:
General Scientist Vincent "Manny" Duselhuashberaun (Trevor Luvier, A Foreigner is Here,Daisy Mae is Dazzlin'!) is a former military scientist for Germany, who is on his own now and a crazy man. He is traveling on the transatlantic cruise along with the other members of the cast, who are on there for own reasons each. While on the cruise, General Scientist Duselhuashberaun misplaces the Notebook (Paper, The Law Rote the Books,Plastered Against the Wall,Ripped to the Heart) and Hugo Baster (Morris Talbson, Timothy Mann is Scared,Putting Up the Score) finds the Notebook and reads it to discover secret plans to take over the world. Cyclops plays Hugo's best friend and Maria Gertrove plays his love interest. Luke Goldman stars in his debut feature film as the man who is against General Scientist Duselhuashberaun and Hugo who has motives of his own on this cruise. The Notebook is the most powerful thriller in years, enjoy.

Rain Movie

February 26, 2005

So, I had this idea for a movie that takes place all in rain (made on a sound stage once I become huge and famous with billions of dollars to spend), i have characters, now I need a story:

Rortice B. Rockertanks: Industry Tycoon
who is the brother of Lucille Dandykuts
who is married to Frank F. Dandykuts
whose long lost twin brother is Terry F. Dandykuts
whose business partner is Jerry Ghraham
whose son is Robert Graham
whose girlfriend is Amy Tumblers
whose father, Albert Tumblers,
has a second wife Kim Bumlers
and Albert's first wife is none other than Mary Tumblers Rockertanks
and there is also a saucy accountant

Black, White, and Red

February 21, 2005

Evergladdies (part 3)

February 19, 2005

read part 2

While I was sitting there with Annie, I was thinking about everything. Not everything, everything from the crash, the sirens , and waking up sitting in a slightly cushioned chair looking around at a worried silence that always is carried around hospitals by people. My sister, Caroline, (I haven't really spoke to her in a year or two) the last time I saw her was in a hospital. We were having a family vacation in Italy, my parents realized they should spend their money, and we were out in the country side in some place I can not remember now. She and her husband, Kevin, decided to go out walking in some field. I had a bad relationship with Kevin, something that we never worked out and most of the time we were polite to each other, but Caroline did not like me for not getting along with her husband. Caroline ate some seed that she had an allergic reaction to, and while running around she slammed her foot down on a sharp rock.

I'll never forget the moment when I heard Kevin yell. "Someone, please!" And, everything seemed to slow down, and I can remember Kevin carrying her in his arms, as if she was dead (her breathing was off), and I was sitting reading some book, I dropped. My father ran inside the hotel, or what is was called in Italian, to get a doctor or someone to help, and my mother ran to hold Caroline. I sat there, turned my head, dropped my book, and sprang to my feet to see what was happening. Her throat was swollen and her right foot was bleeding too hard to find out where the cut really was. Everything slowed down, until it froze, and when time started up again, I was sitting outside a hospital room, in a brown wooden chair that was too slippery, and I kept sliding from sitting to lying on the bottom of my back. There was the worried silence, as not to worry my parents, or Kevin (who really is a good guy, despite his being a jerk), and I was concerned. I came to sitting there, in that seat, and I wanted to see how she was. My father came by to reassure me that she was fine. "They got her foot stitched up, and she is breathing fine, we are going to stay here until she gets better."

And by we, he meant everyone but me. I had to get back to Mark who was holding down the fort, and it was unfair to me to go on this vacation. "Go anyway, I will be fine, take a week off, be with the people who love you." I left her there, in the hospital bed, with Kevin trying to cheer her up, and my father worrying about the care she was getting, and my mother so worried and happy to see her daughter okay. I left a few minutes later, to catch the flight, with two empty seats next to me.

When I finally came to sitting in the cushioned chair at the hospital, the worried silence, and seeing Annie, but not saying anything. We forgot whatever happened between us before the crash when the doctor came by to speak to us. "He has a great deal of glass in his chest, but we have gotten all that out, and none of his organs are damaged. His shoulder, however, is broken. He is asleep now. If you want, you can come in and see him." Annie rose and walked after the doctor, and this time, I went to see the patient. I had to go and see Mark.

The room had the assortment of hospital machines that worry me. She sat down in a chair on the far side of the room, with the early morning light hitting her back from the window, and I stood against the door frame, looking at him. He was still, and breathing, and covered. And I just felt so stupid for the crash, like it was my fault, that if Annie and I weren't arguing he would have seen the ice patch, and the car wouldn't have slid. Or if he didn't have to give me a ride home. He was driving in my direction, to drop me off. (Later, when I saw a photo of the car, the interior, it was like some little girl sprinkled shiny clear glitter all over the seats, and crumpled up a side of the car, but got bored and couldn't do the other side.)

"Mark, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for causing this. For you not seeing the patch, and the car crash, and having to drive me home." And I knew what Annie wanted to say to me ("He's asleep, he can't hear you, jerk."), but she looked at me, and hated me for it, and went back to Mark. A side of her mind was on hating me, and on loving Mark. I stood there, I didn't want to be the first to leave. All Sunday, I stood there at the door frame, with nurses coming in to clean his arms and legs, and for the doctors to come in, write something down on the chart, and leave. Mark woke up for a few minutes, or enough to see Annie, and smile at her, and groan at his pain, but I was getting coffee, so I missed it.

Sunday night came and I left. There was nothing more for me to do there, I was standing waiting to say sorry, and he never woke up to hear it. I had work the next morning (so did Mark, although I don't think anyone was expecting him to show). I took a taxi home. Richie wasn't home when I came in around 9. 9 PM and I was exhausted, I hadn't slept a bit in the past day, and I was covered in bandaged on my right side, mostly my arm, from the crash the glass flying inside the car. I listened to my messages.

First from Hank, "Hey there fella, just so you know, I don't expect for you to come in tomorrow, I heard what happened. Well, it was all over the news, I hope Mark is okay." And then the next message for Richie, from Kate (the girl he had dinner with two nights ago) saying that "8:30 would be fine, I'll see you then." Finally, the last message, as I was taking off my coat and shoes, was from Jane. "Hi, I just hope you are doing fine. Hank and I were so surprised when we heard about the crash. I dropped my plate," and she gave that great small laugh that she used when she knew that it could make me laugh, "so, I hope to see you soon, feel better."

Now, getting a message from her, it made me feel better, but another thing, when she mention that jerk-off Hank. Let me say one thing, right now, when the woman you have an obsession with (healthy or not) talks about her current boyfriend, it just makes you want to exhale because someone just hit you with a bag reminding you that you have no chance with her. By the time I got to my bed, all I wanted to rest, and I did sleep (I didn't go into work the next day). I slept, and when I woke up for a few times during the day, I woke up, and about three or four seconds later, I would be reminded of what happened. I would just want to go back to the hospital and tell Mark I was sorry for everything. But, I had already left.

Evergladdies (part 2)

February 17, 2005

Read Part 1

We got into the car on Saturday night, Annie, Mark and I, after the party (which was really Sunday morning). This party was a coworker of mine and Mark's, it was polite to stop by (and we had nothing else going on). "I am done with parties," I told the couple to which Annie had the smart reply of "good, then maybe we won't have to keep on giving you rides." I just could not understand how Mark was with that woman. He had gone out with nice girls before, when we had our own business, but he refused to explain to me the charm of her. "If you don't see it, you don't see it. But I love her, you know?, I love her, so I would like if you could get along with her or at the very least, just shut up and try not to make trouble." I shut up during the ride, almost.

"Thanks for giving me a ride," two minutes into it. It had have been three in the morning (later they told me it was around three forty two when they got the call from the nice lady whose apartment was three stories up, who knew what she was doing awake at that time.) and I was tired, but that was not enough to keep my mouth shut. "So, Mark are you interested in getting lunch tomorrow?" This was code word for "Mark, let's get some lunch tomorrow, and if she has to come along, so be it." Annie also new the code and jumped in. "Actually, Mark and I are going out of town for a few days, alone." I said that was cool, or something, I don't exactly remember and the details are not that important. Was is important is what happened next.

We stopped at a stop light, red light. Remember, this was winter, the snow had melted, but the streets were still icy. As the light stayed red, I remember it being red for a long time, "Annie, why don't you like me?" I hate it when people ask this question, it is incredibly annoying and puts the person on the spot if they are polite. "There are many reasons I don't like you, and the top is that you are a loser."

"A loser? What kind of shit is this. See, Mark, this is what I am talking about, she thinks I am a jerk when it is not true."
"You are a loser (Mark, you have been talking about me?) why can't you get your life strait instead of walking around like nothing is going to happen to you, ever?"
"This is why I asked you to shut up, man." Mark jumped in.
"Don't try to save me, leave him out of this, bitch!" I was quick to bark back.

The light turned green, and Mark tapped hard on the gas. Remember, this is winter, but the streets were cleared, almost. The car drove past the intersection, and the front left tire skidded on a patch of ice. The car continue to move forward, but spun 180 degrees until the right side of the car lined up with the sidewalk perfectly. What stopped us was, first, the mailbox that crashed into the right side of the car in the middle (between the front passenger seat door and the back door, on the frame of the car). Then the front of the car had enough force to take out a lamp post on the curb that slammed onto the front hood. The hood afterwards (in the photos) looked like it has been electrified and sprung up into the air. The front windshield broke apart, along with the right side door windows. I was fine, for the most part, a piece of glass cut my face. And Annie was alright to, the side airbag went off and she was nicked with a bit of glass too. Mark, however, was jostled in his seat, glass all over, and he was not moving. I was scared as god knows what.

The nice lady heard the crash from three stories above and called 911, which in turn came with the truck, which got the ambulance to rush Mark off. We, Annie and I, were not severe. We were taken to the hospital also, the one where Mark was being treated right now. We were so scared. I felt so stupid for arguing, if Mark had not paid attention to us yelling at each other, he would have seen the ice patch, he saw another one a few minutes before.

Eventually, the sounds and the sirens, and the faces lunging past my view, I gave up in trying to remember, and I forget everything after the ambulance Mark was in took off. I finally returned to a normal state of mind sitting in a slightly cushioned chair in a bright white hospital wing, next to Annie, who was more bandaged up than I was. We sat there, for half an hour, thinking before we said anything to each other.

DCo1's The Greatest in the World

February 06, 2005

So, what to do with yourself? I guess... make songs in spare time using your built in microphone, keyboard, and software! (All songs are MPEG-4 Audio)

• I've Got the People (Intro)
• The Greatest in the World
• Dykote
• Could You Not Wait?
• Fidge (Audio Prablems)
• Divy
• Mimic Pond
• I've Got the People (Finale)
• B: Number 7
• B: 47 People and a Bucket of Gold

Position of Life

January 11, 2005

The delicate balance
of mature
worlds
left me here
left me here

The nature of silence
was to create a void
of nothing new
to me

But when I
opened my eyes
And the world was shining too bright
I shut them quickly
protect the iris
But I can
never
go back.

The Position of life
is so delicate
that all
I can do
is wait
Wait for something new
more delicate,
and precious,
than you

Hurricanes come,
and blow them away,
but you're still standing near.

Times pass,
and winters freeze,
but you're still warm.

The Position of Life
is so delicate
so nice,
but one thing
you must
know
The Position of Life
is well on its way
to becoming
the last of its days

So follow me 'round the bend
see what's commin' next.
Follow me further,
and you will see,
what will happen to you
and to me

The position of life
will change and
the position of life will
dangle to
new heights
and lows,
and there
we go's,
to knowhere.
around.

Three Two One.
Drop the carriage,
and see,
all that was meant to be
One Two One
And the circle goes square
and the pegs don't fit anywhere
Three Two One
And time slows goes
and we just grows and
Three Two One
The position of life,
is stinging my side
but I won't give up
now the time is not right....

To stop,
and look,
and the cracks in the pavement
there are more important matters
at hand

I cover much ground
and see the much 'round
done to me again.
Listen, and stop,
against advice
to keep movin'
and get to your
Position in Life.

DCo1's "The Merchant of Venice"

January 08, 2005

Cast List:
Gergio Marcie as the Merchant
Hugo Fykes as the Hammer Importer
Dangerhaus as Venetian Blind Salesman
Tower Gove as Silfy

Synopsis:
the Merchant (Gergio Marice, Tricks at Midnight,Forest Gave me Love) is a member of a Merchant guild in Venice around 1500. He has a struggling business and in exchange for a loan from the Hammer Importer (Huge Fykes, Gorge Heights,Tricks at Noon) he sells his summer home away in the suburbs of Venice. The only problem is that inside the summer home a deep dark secret of the past that if revealed, could ruin the Merchant's life beyond repair.

The Merchant, along with the Venetian Blind Salesman ( Dangerhaus, And The Hope Was Little,It's Better to Give) travel to the summer home on side roads and towns as the Hammer Importer travels comfortably by carriage. At the same time, a news reporter named Silfy (newcomer Tower Gove) is investigating a royal scandal that leads him to the summer home as well. All goes to shambles when they arrive in the suburbs of Venice, at the summer home.

A Moment was Lost

December 16, 2004

The Moment was lost
When the Tear struck Me down
Follow me further
a town
less known.

Captain original and his brigade of sooth
saying what was
the truth
Defining the atmosphere, capsizing all around
Definite closure, this time around.

Tell me
the new
story
Tell me
whatever you heard
Tell me
what is exciting
Tell me
my little bird

And the circus was in town for a day.
I crept under the tent.

Seismic activity, slowly unfurling it's dangerous eyes.

Don't
let
the moon strike
higher than whatever we have heard
Don't
let
happiness flow away
from
my
Little Bird.

The moment was lost
repaid in a few
Timeless endeavors, crept anew

Fortune a siding,
to where it may be
Captain palooza and his fifteen be
Fighting the night
until the dawn
breaks the waves, slowly
fawn.

Captain dangerous and his nineteen brigade
Slowly told me
where to be paid.

Nifty, I wonder
would There a be?
Something, there, to see

So, sleep,
dream,
shutter your eyes.
Drift to a place, where the darkness is a smile

And that
is where
I'll stay
awhile.

Adventurists

November 18, 2004

I want to create a story, and the best way to do so is listen to "Appalachian Spring by Copland" , and then start there, and minute by minute, write what would be happening. Because the music would be so great for a movie similar to Indiana Jones, but mine would be better. This story would the first created, but the last chapter, that would be nice, and then work backwards from there... I need a creative outlet.

Gavish Mortua. Lumit Hugor

October 29, 2004

"And the Devil came to Thicket for his life," The voice rang out in a booming fashion that it penetrated the depths of my body, "yet it was under the grace of himself he was allowed to leave, and return to earth, where he lay his head on a pillow of soul and feathers, to rest for until the light fell out. the Devil came for bodice of a night that journeyhaus would leaver for distance."

Thicket was not a place of journey, day or soul, for even the Devil contempted to travel, a harsh brash dash through the front gate left the Devil even more terrified of what would occur, what would be there. Fear had fear. One would wonder why such a powerful enemy of the light would tap his gallots on the steps of the Grand Thicketrae, and one would find the answer of a man who has the soul protected by the purifies of light, and the surroundings of the dark, and the Thicket enclosed upon him, where he would rest on the highest level of the lowest ground of the Thicket, in the Grand Thicketrae, until the Devil came to bid him forth to his lair, where he would not travel.

the Devil had become entranced by a lady dwelling upon the leveled Earth, high above the gateway to Thicket. As the Devil watched her, gazed her, day through moon to day, he demanded her to be with him. the Devil came to Earth and walked in the day, dragging a foul smelling and soul briggable offensive hour to the world. And he came upon her and bidded her hand for travel to his lair. She refused upon the name of her former lover, a boy of five years, dead, now, to be lost in the depths of the world, his name, she could not speak. the Devil knew he had must retrieved the body for her, for her to love again, and love him, and he swung his mighty fingers and scathed the earth open, leaping inside, through time and light to travel to the Gateway of Thicket.

And there, the Gatekeeper approaced. "You have no biddance to Thicket, master of the Dead, entrance is prohibited."

"Grant me passage to your homeland, I demand of it in the name of darkness, your feverish Sha-master."

"I follow one power, and he does not biddance you forward."

"Then I shall go by force," with that the Devil moved forward on the Gatekeeper, trouncing him in the step, covering him with foul and dark and the house for a Dead. the Devil moved into the Thicket. Slowly now, he could hear the breathing of a single soul, he could see the movement of the sound off the harsh dark wallways of the Thicket, down to the Grand Thicketrae. the Devil knew where he must forthway towards. Defiant in the flow of light, he stepped delicately as the Devil had always moved, with insularity to the body that held the dark soul, when he carried himself. The breathing became louder, brighter, but the Devil knew he was far from being close to the body of the young man.

It was then the Devil flew down the 906 levels of the Thicket, through the walls of the Grand Thicketrae, to the highest ground of this lowest level. And there he was to see the body of a soul, older than 5, resting in a pillow and bed and room of light, penetrable by the eye, and darkness seemingly extinct. the Devil walked towards the billow of light, and outstretched his hand. The body could not feel the hand that was about to be touching him, the coldness.

And it was in this lowest coldest darkest foulest of place never bode on the hint of fear, the Devil moved his hand forward, and penetrated the light. And as the Devil's hand moved forward, it transformed into the hand of a soul of purity. The dark cracked fingers of a malnutriced man turned to flowing light and tickled the body of the sleeping gentle. the Devil lunged forward, whole body into the Light, attempting to encapsulate the man, not old, and not young, but still. The attempt failed, the Devil was a movement of grace around him, and it was then the Devil wept and cried out for the love who sent him here.

the Devil returned to the outside of the Light, returning to his normal state, and sat at the rim, peering into the eyes of this body that lay so still and of what he wanted so much but could not hold. Hands of light dust held together by a soul. and the Devil remained in the depths of the Thicket, of the Grand Thicketrae, and wanting so much this sould. the Devil remained.

Gavish Mortua Lumit Hugor Tethr va Thicket, va Grad Thicketrae, Gavish va Thicket.

The World of NebCo #2

October 17, 2004

The confidence of one is shattered by the authorities' power. iT cuts into your back bones like the cold on a morning with less heat than ice. Cold Ice. The confidence being lost, examining the ability to stay afloat under inquiry is much simpler. NOw, with no front door, the insides become clear. Without the previous, nothing stops the authorities from coming inside and taking truths ...that might have been falses before. The sound of a cymbal crashing inside the heart as the beat of it becomes more inconsistent with the sweat dripping from and through the brow. Release the truth, and their job is done. The confidence shatterd, you are nothing more than a being that does not know how to keep the growth of the complex ideas away. HALT

CONTINUE LAST SONG Having experienced the curiousity of life, I continue. Proposing the idea of friendship openly is odd. ThERE are twists and turns to the whole idea. The mind releases the thought that maybe, IN ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, you can not be scared of the totally new...learnging how to be compasionate comes easy...so easy.... BUT, the second somehting arrises that is not normal..... WE PANIC, the sweat comes, followed by tears, followed by the resolution of hope. And, just about as your life becomes normal a bug slides past your blockadge...CRASHING DOWN what seamingly is left of

[Two men are sitting at a table, drinking from white coffe cups. Both are wearing black, one is wearing a derby hat]
Man 1: What has happend? Has the dialog of the leader ceased?
Man 2: That is foolery. Simply that. He is interupted by pure Thought Block
Man 1: Of course I do, you remember not that I had a feeling of Thought Block
just as recently as a fortnight ago. I was in a state of constant nothingness. Much as like Motion Block, but as with that you know...
[Man 2 interupts]
Man 2: I know. I know. So what shall we do?
Man 1: Wait it out, i suppose. The feelings of the T-Block are only temporary, as with all the Blocks except for, well, what happend only a score before the incedint of the great Fear Imposition. But, as by law, we are not allowed to discuss that.
Man 2: So this discussion is over.
Man 1: Not over, paused!

The World of NebCo #1

September 30, 2004

Growth can be devised of two parts. The Alpha and the Neurs. The Alpha consists of when the mind begins to realize that people are mean and wicked and wont let them succed. The Neurs is the physical growth where the muscle are turned to be machines for the wicked ones, the ones who, if the chance is given, take the job that is rightfully yours. By elminating the need for these two, you are left with being an infant for your whole life.

A life as a infant causes certain extremities to arise. First, the dependence on others grows to when you learn not even how to relieve properly what is in your bowels. A Mess is conjured, no one can repell the final thoughts of the dark one the one who, CEASE.

Captain Vince Gulliver and the African Journey

September 08, 2004

"Tickle me pink," he said. The deafening beat of the drum wailed throughout the village. "Louder! Louder!" The Chief could be heard through his deep bass voice which was even lower than the pounding drums. The adventurer, Captain Vince Gulliver, was two weeks into his African journey when he came upon the village of the Anzatanoian natives of the Southern part of West Africa. Later, in his journal, Captain Vince Gulliver would write about the fierce hatred of the Anzatanoians. He said there must have been 50 men, and just as many woman and children around a huge fire, where another man was dancing. On the outside of the dancing and the large group was a platform where a man dressed very elaborately stood over three young men, who looked scared and excited at the same time. The Captain wrote how he found the tribe weaving through the many high grasses that covered West Africa. He first laid eyes on them as the tribe was participating in what could only have been a celebration of the heathen gods they worshipped. "Koy yo tay, tay yo tay. Koy yo tay, tay yo tay," they repeated over and over on the beat while the doctor of the village, a man they refered to numerously as "Muchubo," danced around the fire that was in the middle of the village.

Captain Vince Gulliver peered through the tall grasses, watching the devilish ritual, and said to himself "tickle me pink." Gulliver sketched the dancers and the entire ceremony. During his sketching, the Captain looked up and noticed that the doctor Muchubo handing the Chief a small animal and the Chief bit off the head of the animal, spit it into the fire, and drained the blood onto the heads of three small children in front of him. The night wandered on, and the great adventurer continued to mark down notes, until he lost control of his pen and it flipped into the sky, over the high grasses and landed near the celebration. The drums' sound drained away, and the path of the pen was followed to the perimeter of the village, near the tall grasses that the Captain Vince Gulliver was watching their ritual. It was then the eyes of the Captain and the Chief met, and then looked at each other for a second before the Chief called out for his villagers to get whoever was in the grasses, and the Chief bolted off back into the woods and then further into the wide savannas of West Africa. "Bong dang it," Captain Gulliver exclaimed during his run into the night,"Bong dang the Anzatanoians."

Captain Vince Gulliver of the First Adventure Club of America was a founding member. Before the founding in 1937 by him and other great adventurers, Captain Gulliver worked as a foreign correspondent for the Washington Post. He had been stationed in Bangkok, Siberia, Argentina and Madagascar, and dozens of other places that people would have dreamed to be. In that time, he had taken on in addition to being a journalist the position of a travel guide for visiting Americans. Among them was another great adventurer Harold V. Wusserdon. While stationed in Madagascar in 1932, Gulliver acted as the travel guide and translator for Wusserdon while the aging philanthropist was traversing the world one last time. It was there that Wusserdon, surprising able-bodied for a 55 year old, inspired Gulliver, only age 24, became life long friends until Wusserdon's death. The two went on one adventurer while they were on the island, retrieving the legendary Guadolapourato silver coins that were supposedly buried by Spanish settlers back in the 1370's. The coins, 500 shaped in ovals with the mark of the Queen, would be quite a valuable and interesting prize to any adventurer. This was before Gulliver had kept a travel log, and Wusserdon's story is quite lacking, but the details of the story are wonderful. They went on a 16 day trek into the mountains, defeating lions and cobras and angry villagers who had a taste for human blood ("the savages"). The luck they had was finding a lost missionary in the woods who was able to act as their guide through the deep mountain forests. The missionary, a calm mannered woman named Sara Burbunk, became the bridge to Gulliver and Wusserdon and the locals who eventually led them to their prize: the Guadolapourato silver coins. Some were missing, but a total of 487 were brought back. Also brought back was Sara Burbunk who eventually married Harold V. Wusserdon.

After that trip with Wusserdon, Gulliver always made sure to go on at a least one adventure every year wherever he traveled for his work. By the time he founded the First Adventure Club of America with other great American adventurers, he had been praised and given the title Captain for his retrieval of ancient artifacts from around the globe and for his exploration of foreign cultures. Gulliver and the club became famous. It was said that if one wanted to know where to find excitement in the world, start with the First Adventure Club of America. The club met twice a year in New York City to discuss their findings and another one time to discuss membership. The criteria was strict and few were granted membership. The ones who were, however, did not disappoint and added their own uniqueness to the club. Gullver was known for his study of foreign culutres, Wussderdon for artifacts, and Sumth, another member, was very interested into danger and excitement. General Richard R. Sumth (Dick Sum his close friends, who he had very few, called him) was a young retired veteran of the US Military who chose to spend his time traveling the globe looking for ways to risk his life, including climbing and diving and even swimming with sharks. He once drank snake venom because a charmer told him a single dose of it would kill him. The strong man he was, Sumth conquered through the venom and had the snake for dinner the next day.

Therefore, it was in the Winter of 1938, almost a year since the First Adventure Club of America was opened, that Gulliver and Sumth decided it was time for a trip to Southern West African. They set out the day after Christmas, saying goodbye to their families, Gulliver was never married and Sumth had a wife and two children (a young boy and a teenaged daughter), from the port of New York harbor on a ship set for the coast of Africa, after making one stop in England, with luggage enough for three months. This adventure would be no vacation and relaxing would be kept to a minimum. For Gulliver, it was a chance to see African cultures up close, and for Sumth it was another chance to risk his life and laugh at danger before he gave it a chance to gloat. Everyone, excluding the members of the club, told them they were mad for traveling across the ocean just to risk their lives. "I could kill you here." "Haven't you gone to enough places already?" There was no budging, the ship set sail and the two club members were aboard on their African Journey.

The Bobbie Mac

August 22, 2004

a wedding, no shirt, the bobbie mac, double or nothing, a girl, a school, fill in the blanks, drake

"where is your shirt?" "i lost it," "you lost it?" "it got stolen," "it got stolen?" "i don't want to talk about it." " Wait, it got stolen while it was on you?" "There were two big guys holding me, very traumatic. " "I can only imagine."

"You made a bet with The Bobbie Mac?" "Well, it whent likes this. He asks me about my shirt, he thinks it is really funny, and I think it is really funny to, you think it is funny, right?" "I have told you many times it is funny." "So, he takes notice of my much appraised shirt, and he notices the next day, and the next day, and yesterday, and this morning, and finally he asks me. He makes a bet with me that I cannot wear this shirt for a month, 24/7." "What kind of bet is this?" "It is a bet with the The Bobbie Mac, and I accepted." "How is he going to have proof?" "you know the Bobbie Mac, he has people all the fuck over, and they are going to be checking in on me. I have to wear it everywhere, in the shower, when it gets to freezing I can't put a jacket over it or wear it over anything because then he will know that I took the shirt off, and I am going to have to wear it to my sister's wedding." "that's right, your wedding, and if you fuck a girl, you are going to have to be fucking with that raggedy shirt on." "Well, I am going to be taking showers with it, I imagine the soap is going to clean the shirt." "That is not shirt soap, it is body soap." "It is soap none the less." "It's going to get old," "The shirt?" "yeah, the joke." "I never considered that. Damn that The Bobbie Mac"

"You want to go out sometime?" "I don't go out with guys like you." "What is guy likes me? Are you putting me into a group? Am i in a group with that guy, 'cause he's a jerk." Fuck you "Don't be like that guy, we gotta stick together, we're part of the same clan."

"I'll see ya later, I am going to go get some tea. ""Ok.. hey,! There's the fuck who stole my shirt, I'll see ya at home." "Ask him if he stole our couch and tv also!"

"You know, sitting here, on the floor, looking at a bare TV stand,,,,... makes me miss my fucking COUCH and MY FUCKING TV!"

"The Bobbie Mac is one sinister son of a bitch, but I have a way to nab him." "That's great, you do that, and I am going to have to go make a girl cry, meet back here?" "Yeah, good plan."

"This whole thing is a mistake. This whole part of us meeting, it was not right, you were supposed to meet this other guy, and I am not him. But, I am me, and despite that little detail that I am not Name A who does This Thing, you have been hanging out with me for the past three weeks, and it has been great. So, yeah, that is what I am going to go with. I am not Drake, and if I was, I would kill myself because that is the worst name ever... see? A smile, and a laugh, now don't hate me for that one tiny big lie that this whole relationship is based on."

"We revised the bet. I have to wear no shirt for the remainder of the time." "The remainder of the time? That is going to be during... "" The wedding, I know. That crafty bitch. He won't win, i refuse it to occur." "What are you going to do? You can't show up there with no shirt." "I'll think of something, I won't let the Bobbie Mac win!"

"But she thinks you're Drake the engineering student" "yes, yes" "and you're not?" "I am not Drake the engineering student" "just making shure, because sometimes I wonder." "What, if I am some 19th century pompous person who is studying engineering to make the great bridge of the America?" "Why would you be pompous, you are not a pompous person." "We're talking about DRAKE!" "Drake is from the 19th century, well, might I say she got a better deal with the liar than the real thing, he is way too old for her."

"Engineering? It is like making engines, you know? " "Like producing systems?" "Yeah, exactly, systems, making systems, complex systems that even if I began to talk about it you would become bored because I would use such technical terms your mind would explode." "Try me." "Try you? Ok... do you know what the Cartesian Epiclepsian is?" "No," "well, there, I tried. Eat?"

" So, this guy who took my shirt" " who you thought stole your shirt," " , he had this mondo scar on his right face." "Scar on his right face?" "Yah, well, I punched it, made it bleed." "He had a scar on his right cheek?" "Yeah, like a super villain." "A scar?" "Yeah, a scar!" "That was Drake!" "Drake?!" "Yeah, Drake who she was supposed to meet at that place, and she met me! Your beating up some dude who you thought stole your shirt caused this girl to fall madly in love me." "Well, I don't think it would have lasted with a shirt stealer anyway."

"Since when is he The Bobbie Mac?" "Ever since he got an entourage." "He has an entourage? " "Yeah, I heard he hasn't opened a door in 4 months." "Even to the fridge?" "even to the freezer."

"So what do you really do? " "really?.... I study plants," "exciting, "

"It seems the Bobbie Mac has been trying to ruin me on this bet, but I have found something else out that is going to ruin him." "Go on," "He get his scripts for the shows on Saturday, learns them by Wenedsday, goes in Thursday for rehersal and they shoot it on Friday. If he doesn't know his lines, he is fucked," "You are going steal the Bobbie Mac's script?" "No, I just wanted to throw that info out there." "So there goes Plan A."

"The mother fucker is trying to sabotage me. Throwing girls at me who will only sleep with me if I have a shirt on, I can't go anywhere because suddenly the whole town has instituted a no shirt, no shoes no service policy. He is the most powerful man in town, behind Jesus." "Jesus lives here? " "I assume as much, I see him in my Physics class." "That is Craig," "He wears sandals."

"It's not funny anymore." "The shirt?" "Yeah, I mean, it has lost it's zing." "It's still got zing. " " No, the squirrel shit sort of dezings it." "And the larva?" "Actually the larva gives it a certain rustic appeal. But it still isn't funny." " Damn."

"What am I supposed to do now? I am going to bring her back here, and where are we going to make out?" "the floor?" "The floor is not a first make out place." " Your room? " "The room is way further down the line." "Why the fuck don't we have a couch? " "It was on a scavenger hunt." "that's just great."

"You know that shirt was my life" "A shirt was your life?" please don't get him started"No, please do,""Ok.. well, a shirt was your life?""Yes. Some men paint, create music, design buildings,

"I asked her to meet us here, won't that be great?" "Yeah, it would great, you know I have to go know to do something that I suddenly remembered was happening and...""Drake, you are not avoiding this again.... Oh hi Suz, look who is here." Some guy"No, this is Drake, without the scar" This isn't Drake"This isn't Drake?" This is not Drake "Are you not Drake?" "I think I need to go" "Drake! I mean, whoever you are! Who are you?" "Not Drake"

"Hi, so how are you." "I'm fine thank you," "Fine ignore me because I am late." "late for what?" "For.. for this." "What is this. " "this is this." "This is this. That makes sense. And that is that, and here is here, and there is there... and you are..... what is your name?" "Well, you are Drake and I am Jessica." "I think you may be a bit....." "I know that I was late but you did not have to order without me." "You are late for this?"

"....And it just sort of happened, that I kept on talking as this Drake guy who is a great friend of Suz and who she is a great friend of Suz.." "Suz?" "Susie, we went to high school together." "Susan Kempler?" "No, dumbass, this is some girl that Jessica thinks I am great friends with." "Who is the Suz?" "I don't know, but she set me up with a terrific girl."

"What happens when Suz calls the real Drake and finds out the date never happened." "Well, there is a beauty to this whole thing that Suz is going to be in Gambia or Zambia for a few weeks and won't be able to call the real Drake, and the real Drake won't because to call Jessica because he doesn't have her number." "Who knew lying to a girl could be so thrilling?" "it is not lying." "It isn't?" "Well, maybe one little tiny part." "Such as who you are.

What happens when Suz gets back into town?" "Another beautiful part: Drake is also leaving town to Rambia or Dalmatia or some horrible place like that before Suz comes back." "Are Suz and Drake out to save the world or something like that?" "Maybe they just feel like helping out a bit. " "Shure, I'll help, I'll recycle and throw a few dimes into a cup, but spend two weeks in Giyara cleaning children is too much. What I want to know why Suz and Drake are not helping me locate my fucking shirt!"

"If you say technically, "" technically," technically that the first bet was moot, how is this double or nothing?" "what?" "well, shouldn't the bet just continue under the same terms, except 'shirt' is replaced with 'no shirt'.?... Because out of this The Bobbie Mac wins either way, he gets a lot of money or loses nothing, and you never lost the first bet. It was moot." "Moot! Get me my phone." "You threw it in a pond. " "let me borrow yours."

"You couldn't even come to your sister's wedding respectibly." Thanks jerk"It's a bet, I have family pride to uphold!" "Looks like you failed at the family dignity part."

"Tonight she is coming over, remember I am Drake." "Gotcha. Dude, wouldn't it just be easier at this point to tell her the truth?"" No, i have already established a working relationship as Drake." "how much longer can you keep this up?" "Not much."

"The Bobbie Mac is displeased. He wants his money. Part of the bet was that you would keep the shirt on, you failed. "Hold on a second, Wait, technically because the shirt was stolen I did not take it off, someone took it off for me?" "One second.... ........ ....... We have a new proposition: Double or nothing" "Double or nothing?" "Double or nothing." "On what? I don't have the shirt, I don't have the shirt anymore, that was the bet, you can't have double on nothing, 2 times 0 is 0, that doesn't make any sense. " "The Bobbie Mac wishes to go double or nothing on you wearing no shirt." "No shirt?" "No shirt, no jacket, no vests, no robes...." "Double or nothing on the shirt?"

The David Jay Gang of the East

July 08, 2004

While the Crazy Cowboy was down in Paz, Mexico, there was some other trouble brewing in the United States, the Eastern United States. A gang of young brute fellows, named the David Jay Gang were robbing banks. The head of the gang was David Jay, a man who was a hell of a gun fighter and horseman, but his morals were a little off. He and about five others, (as told by the papers) Harry Mare, Tommy Winder, Texas Peter, and Joviah Banker were in the District of Colombia at the inauguration of President Pierce. Instead of enjoying the festivities, they were robbing the Corcoran & Riggs Bank.

Just a few months before, they were on the Mississippi, holding up steamboats in a very peculiar fashion. They would go on board, and at the opportune moment, David Jay would call out "This here is a robbing." The guards were already being busied with women who were being paid by the Gang, and they made it off after busting a few heads, and always killing one person to show they mean business. The David Jay Gang was not concerned with perfection or the beauty of their plan, only the outcome of getting richer and richer.

There are many stories of The David Jay Gang wreaking havoc on innocent train travelers, and David Jay had a heavy shooting finger that was always on the trigger. One story is of them stopping a train and going on board to collect. Harry Mare was keeping an eye on the train conductor. "Heya, Harry," one of the other robbers yelled to him, "get this bag." When Harry took his eye off the conductor to catch the bag, the conductor took the shovel used for coal, and smacked him strait up the head. The conductor started the train up again and David Jay was two cars back, noticing the train's sudden locomotive state. He cracked a bullet in the conductor's back from the front of the second car. The gang jumped off while the passengers stayed on. The train took a turn too fast, tumbles, and there were many head injuries and deaths. The reason in the papers was a drunk conductor, but some always suspected it was the work of the David Jay Gang.

David Jay was a man with no mission, he just wanted more and more and to show that he was so great, that no one could touch him. He was good enough to get his friend Harry Mare off that train robbery, but decided he was not worth keeping around and tied him up on the edge of a town. Papers reported that three days later, Harry was strung up by the neck in the center of town for "crimes against humanity." Even to his oldest friend, David Jay was a crazed heartless man.

In the late of 1853, David Jay was looking at a post in a bank, he was robbing it, advertising the West, California, of the Gadsden Purchase. In the corner of this poster, there was a bit about San Antonia:

Come and visit the wonderful budding town of San Antonia, headed by Mayor Coppersfeat and Sheriff Carver.

At those words, Carver, David Jay's eyes busted up. He remembered Sheriff Carver, he was the man who kicked his gang out of San Antonia nearly three years ago. David Jay viewed it as his and the gang's only defeat, they had not been far past the Mississippi since. At that moment, David Jay's focus moved from keeping the gun to the teller's head to how much he wanted to be putting the bullet in the San Antonian sheriff's skull. David Jay pulled the trigger and the teller flew back onto the table, flipping it over and the typewriter made a huge noise.

"Yehaw boys, come on," David Jay called to his crew as they ran out of the bank, "We're going back home!"

The Last Sheriff of San Antonia

May 26, 2004

Mr. Henry Carver went to work at his father's furniture store after he was done with school. He had worked real hard and made enough in the years he had been working there to travel to Memphis, Tennessee and back and spend about a week there. It was a month long travel for him, back and forth. When he got back, he had learned his father's, Mr.Yatkins Carver, furniture store had been robbed and his father had broken his leg trying to chase after the robbers and tripping. Henry got down on himself hard to knowing that if he had still been there, he would have stopped them criminals and stopped his father from being hurt. The worst part was, it had been a week since it had happened, and the Sheriff had not done one bit of investigating or finding the robbers. Henry was damn near well upset.

At the next town meetings, where the men sat and discussed what to go on, Henry stood up from the crowd and insulted the current Sheriff Togid was a corrupt and lazy individual. Now, Henry would have looked like a fool if it was not widely known and true that the Sheriff took bribes and looked the other way when some people made a ruckus. One of those people was David Juper, Henry's cousin who was just bad news when he was not controlled. Sheriff Togid would nod off after drinking a bottle of whiskey given to him by David, or one of his friends, which allowed them to do whatever the please and not get in any trouble about it. The deputies were just as bad, but they were just following orders. The town's mayor, looking at a re-election in four months decided to revoke Sheriff Togid of his post and put Henry in charge, if he would have it.

Sure, sir Mr.Mayor. I'll do it...

... I'll do a fine job, sir, one that will make San Antonia known as the safest town in all of the Pacific Coast of America!

Sheriff Henry Carver was now on the job, protecting justice. He may have been naive of how much he could actually change, but he was trying very hard to do so. He would fine those people for the minor charges, and never take bribes, giving David and his fellers a warning the first time they tried to do that. He would walk down main street, and people would give him the respect that he deserved for making the town of San Antonia the safest it had ever been in the three generations it had been in existence.

There were two names that made people look up and glance, now, in San Antonia. The large Juper family tree and the narrow Carver family. Of the Juper tree, David Juper was the one that most people knew, and avoided, in public. This was to come to a most grievest climax one day in August. As it went, told by a deputy:

David Juper, Harry Morris, Joviah Banxster, and three other accomplises were making a rough time at the Whiskey Hole. Sheriff Carver came in and ordered the men to stop on the offense of "disturbing the peace." Every man, except David Juper, stopped in their tracks. Juper continued and Sheriff Carver gave him an explicit warning before detaining him and taking him back to jail.

His aunt Georgia Juper came to talk to Henry Carver about letting him go, being blood and all. But Henry said he could not show any lax to any man he put in that cell. David continued to yell swears until he fell asleep from exhaustion. The next day, Henry released David and fined him, to which David stuck down his backside and wiped his ass with the paper.

Next morning, David and his five friends were gone, and had done quite a bit of petty vandalism the night before they left. Boards of woods were broken up, and few broken windows were to be found along main street. People looked at Sheriff Carver for protection, which he promised that they were "superficial cuts to San Antonia, but nothing that we cannot heal together." Sheriff Carver still had the support of the townspeople and the mayor. Inside, however, he was still worried at what David might do if he and his gang were to ever come back. David was just a person looking for some attention in a big family, and he acted out.

The David Jay Gang, as it was known in San Antonia at the time so as not to embarrass the large Juper family, was said to have traveled Northeast, at first accounts that came back, first just vandalizing and stealing small things, then moving their way up to stores, and finally banks. Some say that the David Jay Gang had done a few train robberies, but there was never any clear evidence has some suspected that none of them were smart enough to pull one off. Their robberies always left people injured and a few deaths. The David Jay gang was trouble, big trouble.

The Letter of the Printer Horace

May 14, 2004

Read The Story of the Printer Horace before you read forth onward

The El Commotion Banditos and Crazy Cowboy had been out on the desert for two weeks. Right when they got sight of San Antonia, they shifted more Northwest, as from what Crazy Cowboy had said. Of course, he was blind folded and most of the time sleeping. The gang did not know exactly where the Horace treasure was, but they kept on thinking that El Commotion, their leader, knew. El Commotion thought that Crazy Cowboy knew, and Crazy did not know where it was exactly, but he was not about to tell the leader of one of the most ruthless gangs in all of America that. He would think of something when the time came.

As they passed a foot hill, it seemed 10 miles out of San Antonia (it was just a distant set of buildings) there was a pond he could hear. Crazy though he knew of the pond, he remembered hearing a pond way back when he was burying the Printer Horace's money, and near the pond, there would be the big flat stone. But, who would know if it was still there, but there was a lot of money under that stone, $50,000 it could be, and that was more money than anyone could ever imagine. The money was in trunks, Crazy remembered that, about three trunks. Crazy could not see out the wagon, he was stuck in a corner, blind folded, but he could hear the pond and he knew that they must be close. It was at that time the Banditos stopped. One of El Commotion's men threw Crazy Cowboy out of the wagon, and told him to tell them where it was.

Crazy got scared, he was looking around for anywhere to run, but they had him trapped. He told the Banditos, that the money under a big stone slab. It killed him to give up the money, but he valued his life more than some secret, and he figured that either way, he would never get the money. They got off their horses, and started to look around. Crazy started walking away, and he tripped, over a big stone slab! The Banditos came running over, dusting away sand that was over it, and they started digging.

In about a half an hour, they had a nice size hole going, and hit a trunk. They brought it out, broke the lock, and gazed in. But, to their surprise, there was no money, there were no jewels, no pieces of gold, just a letter. A nicely printed letter. It was in English, they could not read it (Only El Commotion knew enough English to have a conversation, but at that he was a little rough). They gave to Crazy, and told him to read to it to them.

Crazy, if you are reading this, that you are just as sneaky as I am. The truth is that the money is not here, but back at the shop, buried under there. It may seem all deceiving and dishonest, but Crazy, I am crook, and nothing can stop that. By this time, I have already left, "gone out searching for you," and by the time you get back and explain this whole story, I would be out of the West for good. I am sorry Crazy, have a good life.

Goodbye,

Calvin G. Horace

Crazy could not believe what he read. The Printer Horace never planned to share the money, he planned to either leave in the middle of the night or, in the event Crazy tried to go back and dig up the money for himself, leave during then. What a scoundrel, he thought, but he was sorry for how he was. The Printer Horace could not change who he was, which was a filthy lying robber. Of course, he did not read any of that outloud.

"So, Crazy Cowboy, you cunning fool, I have already left with the money. I am so sinister. The money was actually buried a mile from here towards the big hill you see to your left. You will never find the money, it is impossible, you, or anyone else should give up finding it, because the only thing that could find the money, that you will never be able to have, is a million people digging for a million years."

That bastard! We will never be able to have the money, never have the money.

El Commotion could not believe what he had heard. He was furious. "NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS?!" El Commotion was about to give up, until his fat friend, El Gordo, told him something very helpful:

Boss, we got the TNT in the cart, we could dig up the desert with the explosion

Hearing this, everyone cheered, except for Crazy Cowboy. He needed to get to San Antonia, find some help, get the money, and get out of the West. Little did any of them know that coming soon was the David Jay Gang. The David Jay Gang first just vandalized and stole small things, then moved their way up to stores, and finally banks. Their robberies always left people injured and a few deaths.

At this point, however, those stories were just made up but it would be big trouble when Los Banditos del Commotion met with the David Jay Gang. It was possible the two gangs would never cross paths, but it did not seem that it would be that simple, however, as the Banditos were preparing tomorrow to lay down TNT and blow the desert up to the sky.

The Banditos made a fire and tied up Crazy Cowboy. They started to sing, happy songs, because they were going to be rich. They would pour the booze into Crazy Cowboys mouth, and he would spit it out when they looked the other way. Finally, when they all were asleep and passed out, Crazy got himself on his feet, and started running towards the town. Crazy Cowboy was going back to San Antonia.

Old Movies, Secret Messages

April 11, 2004

Citizen Kane- A Sugar Cane Farmer.

Casablanca- The WHITE HOUSE

Gone with the Wind- Ghosts flow in the wind.

On the Waterfront- People come into the waterfront, and that is where they meet and party

Sunset Boulevard - A secret street that is only available at dusk/sunset. Erie

The Grapes of Wrath- Grapes that make go crazy, and angry. they are all trapped on an island, and start knocking people off.

Mr.Smith Goes to Washington- Smith, the every man average person, symbolizing that anyone can change.

Doctor Zhivago- A doctor , who has a foreign name, invades a small town in Greenland. Mystery ensues.

The Story of the Printer Horace

March 27, 2004

I would suggest reading The Bit of Crazy Cowboy in Paz before venturing this part of the story

The Crazy Cowboy had come to town with no family and was looking for work. The Printer Horace, who published a weekly paper, gave him a spot sleeping in a corner of the first floor of the two floor printing house. The first floor was the shop and the second was the the Printer's room. Crazy Cowboy was not allowed to go up there, and he respected that and the man who gave him work and a place to sleep, although cramp from it being in a corner with a lot of printing supplies. The weekly paper, named the "San Antonia Weekly Press" was subscribed to by most of the town, and the rest of the people just bought it by the issue. The Printer was the editor, sole staff writer, and printer and Crazy was the distributor, pushing a cart of papers to the houses of people who bought them and picking up subscription fees every once in a while. The system worked well, and it would seem that the Printer Horace was getting rich off of it.

Being the only printer in town, he was asked to due duties beyond printing papers, such as leaflets or books that the rich people had written, and he charged a ton for that. On top of that, the subscription fee for the paper was about a nickel more than he needed it to be. He had been doing some very dirty business practices. He would pay off just enough to debt so he could keep his money, as he was a very greedy man (but also a good one to take Crazy in), and eventually, he buried it. He was going to run off, back to the East Coast.

One early dawn, the the Printer Horace and Crazy Cowboy ventured out 10 or so miles outside of San Antonia, with papers rolled up with money. More money that Crazy Cowboy could count or imagine. Crazy had been sleeping since they had left San Antonia, he could not see the town or any landmarks he knew. Crazy could hear a little pond nearby, or at least he could smell the water. Out in the desert, water brings up the senses. The details that had been provided of the Printer's past by him were shaded when he arrived in San Antonia. He had said he had been a painter back in Ohio, and he had left it at that. The Printer Horace was a lonely guy and opened up to Crazy.

Crazy, boy, you gotta listen to me. We are out here, we are going to bury this money, and then, we are going to go back to town, and we are going to come back here in a few days, and dig the money up, and then get back to the East Coast. It is going to be you and me. Because, boy, I have some bad news, we cannot stay here long. US Marshalls have gotten smart to me being in San Antonia, and it is not going to work out. I robbed a few banks back East, and I came out here looking for peace and quiet. I am taking you along, because I cannot have you speak. Not that you would, but then Marshalls, they would break you, and you would speak even if your mouth was sewn shut.

Crazy Cowboy was speechless, helped the Robber Printer Horace put all his money down into the hole, cover it up, and ride back to San Antonia. Crazy had no idea where the money was, except that it was a bit away from town, and the Printer Horace had left a big flat stone to mark where it was, but it was a bit covered up with sand, which the wind would probably blow away from it being such a thin cover. Crazy could still not understand how he was a bank robber, he was so old. Crazy tried to imagine the Robber Horace at a younger age, robbing banks. His name probably wasn't even Horace! Crazy fell asleep on the way back to town. It was as if he was blindfolded as he went out there to bury the money.

The next day, as Crazy was out on his distributing the paper, the Printer Horace was in the shop drinking his tea and making a book for Georgia Juper on etiquette and such. While laying the book out for press, the Printer drank some ink which was laying next to his tea. He was gasping for air as it cloaked his throat, slamming down on his printing press. The press shook the store and materials that were lining walls fell and blocked the entrance to the front. He tried to move them, but suffocated in that time. Crazy came back walking with his best friend, Henry Carver, and they discovered the jam of the door. Two hours later, the whole town had found out that the Printer was dead. Crazy tried to run the paper on his own, but he just couldn't and no one else knew how to do it. The debt ran up to high and the bank of San Antonia took the shop.

Crazy was left with nothing. Every place he looked for a house or work did not want the bad luck that seemed to follow him everywhere from his parents being killed to the Printer Horace dying and running up all the debt. Horace's money still laid under the stone slab marker, which the now dead printer only knew where it was from town. Crazy did not tell anyone, as he had promised the Printer before he had so sadly passed away, and did not make any difference because only "there is a lot money under a slab of rock outside of San Antonia" is not going to help much. Crazy left San Antonia and headed South, filled with slight hatred for all those people who wouldn't give him a chance to stay in town, except for Henry Carver.

The Bit of Crazy Cowboy in Paz

March 26, 2004

Before you read this, you should start with The Tale of the Banditos.

the Crazy Cowboy had been spending the best part of 7 years in Paz, Mexico, working at the bar, moving his way up, learning Spanish, and acquiring a taste for liquor. After he moved on from cleaning up the bar, he eventually became an assistant bar tender. The men would come in, sometimes with girls, get drunk, and leave. It was Crazy's job to make sure that they got their drinks fast, because most of these men were criminals who found Paz to be a wonderland for girls and drinks, and there was no law that could contain them. They did live by a code, the criminals and Banditos. They never caused too much of a problem to the towns people, those that served them the drinks. Crazy found it was nice.

After a while of serving, he bought a camera, a very crude camera, and he started to offer to take pictures of the Banditos and their gangs or whatever they wanted in the pictures. He made a lot of money on those, they were so happy to have a picture of themselves that they payed him well. He became very rich, and he decided to stop working. He spent his days sleeping, and his nights drinking with people. He blended in very well, speaking Spanish and having a tan, and he knew the culture. He bought a bar, but could not manage it, he gave it to the son of the Bandito that brought him here, he was thankful for picking him up in the desert. Crazy Cowboy had the drinks whenever he wanted, and a place to sleep, he had no worries. The natives started calling him Crazy Cowboy because he would get up on a horse drunk and ride around a hay covered area moving in all such directions singing.

It was the moments he was beyond belief drunk that got him in trouble. When Crazy got really drunk, he start speaking in English, about his times in San Antonia. He would be talking about how he was always with Henry Carver, and how the Cowboys that lived there would always pick on him because he was an Indian, or a Mexican. And then, one night, he spoke something, that no one expected him to speak, that he had promised never to utter.

... and then, a few days before I left San Antonia for good, rotten town, I was with that guy, the Printer Horse, Horace, or what, and he and I we went outside San Anto..nia... and we started digging... and we went out there with money... lots of mon....ey... he had been keeping money.. he had robbed banks in America, and he and I... buried the money. It was a lot of money... more than I had ever se...en ... He just kept on putting all this money into a trun...k... and we dug and we covered it up. And it is still there, about.... 50,000 dollars I bet... and some pretty other jewelry and things... but the money.. I had never seen so much mon...ey... and it is still there... buried somewhere up there....

At that same time, in the bar, was a Bandito named "El Commotion" and his gang, sitting at the table, and from that all that talk of 50,000 dollars and San Antonia his head perked up, and listened. El Commotion walked over and try to get the passed out Crazy Cowboy to wake and say some more of this money buried outside of San Antonia. El Commotion had a conversation with the bar tender, and learned about Crazy Cowboy, how he was from the states and his whole journey down South into Paz, Mexico, and how it was his bar they were all in. The bartender, the son of the Bandito who spoke English, did not like El Commotion hanging around his boss so much like that, seemed like was going to rob him or something. El Commotion and his gang were known far and wide for being ruthless pirates of the sea. They lived by the Bandito code, but they had no problem with stealing and killing. It was said that they had a secret hideout in the middle of Mexico, between the coasts of "la Baja," but it could just have been true that they were just nomads riding around causing trouble.

The bartender said it was about time for the bar to close shop for the night. El Commotion was still very much hooked on what Crazy Cowboy had said, and Crazy was waking up a bit. So, Crazy said he wanted to find treasure out on the sea, exclaiming he was a pirate. El Commotion took him outside, almost was carrying and they got into a wagon and rode away. It was El Commotion and his companion Banditos riding away Northward toward the United States, with a passed out Crazy Cowboy, who occasionally awoke to vomit off the side, the bumpy ride did not help him. The Crazy Cowboy had left Paz, unwillingly, in the back of a wagon being piloted by the the greedy El Commotion. El Commotion and his gang were headed North and going to get the money, with the help of their map, the Crazy Cowboy.

The Tale of the Banditos

March 24, 2004

Before starting, make sure you have gone through The Story of Young Henry Carver.

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