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.

The Crazy Cowboy had been wandering for sometime South towards Mexico. He found solitude his first night away from San Antonia, the place where no one wanted his bad luck in their hands, near a foothill that had a nice spring pool on one side. The next day he ventured forth further South, and right around noon he collapsed from the sun, his mouth blistered from the dryness. When he came to he was on the back of a horse, with another man riding in the front, he could hear at least four other horses moving around but only saw one, the other three were on the other side of him. He gave a groan.

"hey, boy, you done sleep?"

Crazy nodded.

The man shouted out something in spanish to his friends and tossed a water canteen to Crazy, "aqua.... water," and he motioned to drink some.

Crazy drank the water, and fell back asleep as the sun continued to pound down on him. When he finally came to, it was dark, and he lying on the ground, with his head on a rock (covered with a blanket) and a fire going at his feet. He finally woke up and was scared that he had no idea where he was, but his body did not show it, it was a fear that froze him in the cool desert night. One of the men came over to him and spoke.

You're not a Mexican, you are from up there, in the States. The color of your skin does not fool us, you don't know Spanish, but I know your language.

Who are you?

We are BANDITOS! We roam the desert, stealing and taking what we want, and come back to Mexico every once in a while. We thought you would be a nice addition, there are plenty of people who would like cut up a little American boy.

It was true, the desert had given Crazy Cowboy an intense tan, he looked very Mexican, and he did not know any Spanish, not anything basic besides "sombrero" and "hola," which he could not pronounce without a heavy "h" sound at the beginning. The Bandito who could speak english asked him what he was doing out in the desert and Crazy told him his story, from the beginning, of how he was traveling West, how his family was killed, how he lived in San Antonia for two years, and just recently left because he had no future there. He hated those townspeople. At that, the Bandito raised his hands and yelled something to his companions, "You don't like the Americans?" Crazy knew that he had to give a reply to save his life, "I hate them! They are not nice, they are not welcoming unless you are just like them, they are mean folks." This made the Bandito happy, he put his arm around the scared kid, and began to sing something that Crazy had no idea, but he joined in at the chorus. He had a swig of the beer bottle that was being passed around, and they all had a good shout over that. They sang and drank until Crazy dozed off.

The days went by until the Banditos hit the town of Paz, Mexico. "This is our home, the place where our families live, you can live here as well, you should find work and a place to sleep. There is room for you." Paz was a town of scoundrels, a place with few laws, and the few laws that there were were hardly ever inforced. Loose morals and drinkers were the standards of Paz. The Bandito who spoke English brought Crazy to a bar and spoke some Spanish to the bar tender. The bar tender took Crazy and showed him a mop and broom and did some motions. He jestured over the whole bar, and said "You do, every night." Crazy stayed until the last drunk stumbled out , staying in the corner, and then the bar tender, who he had learned was named Juan, told him "You do, now." Once Crazy Cowboy was done, Bartender Juan came over and droped some coins into his hand, and then pointed to a room upstairs, "You go there, every night," motioning to sleep, "Do this" making a cleaning jesture, "You get" pointing to the coins in Crazy's hand. Crazy went up and slept, and the next night he did the same thing.

Eventually, Crazy learned some more Spanish and he was able to do more than just the late night clean-up. From time to time the Banditos would show up, and they would laugh together. Crazy Cowboy stayed in that bar for a long long time.

The Story of Young Henry Carver

March 23, 2004

One should consider reading The First Man of San Antonia first.

Henry Carver, not Mr.Henry Carver, the founder and first mayor of San Antonia, but the grandson of Mr.Henry Carver, had been a very studious child. Ever since he had been born, he was curious about the world, why things the way things were. He did not find much pleasure with playing with his cousins, with the last names of Juper, and felt that they were too rough. The roughest of his cousins was David Juper. David Juper really enjoyed playing Indians and Cowboys, and he always made Henry into an Indian if he was not even paying attention. David would come over to wherever Henry was sitting and hit him and such, insisting to get rid of the Indians. Of course, there were times when they played Cowboys and Mexicans, when David Juper would name Henry "El Nocion," and try to kick him out of town. Eventually David's mother called him in for dinner, but Henry always got a bad feeling from his cousin.

It was in that day that the young Crazy Cowboy came to town, with no one, and he found a home with the Printer Horace. He lived in the back of the Print House, and in return helped print and distribute the papers in San Antonia. With the little free time Crazy Cowboy had, he tried to get to play with the other kids, but was always made into an Indian. Through this, Crazy Cowboy and Henry became good friends as Crazy Cowboy encouraged Henry to get up and run around instead of sit below the tree and have David kick him. David became to dislike Crazy Cowboy even more than he did at first, mainly because he was nice to Henry.

Some evenings Crazy Cowboy would be invited to have dinner with the Carvers, Henry and Mrs. and Mr. Yatkins Carver. Crazy still had memories fresh in his mind when he would sit around a dinner table with his parents, and this was a sweet thing for him. He did miss his parents, and in he hated the Indians, all Indians. Although he did not know that there were different tribes that lived all over, so that those that killed his parents probably did not live in the region he lived in, so an Indian was an Indian to Crazy.

After the bank foreclosed on the printing shop, Crazy had no where to go. Henry pleaded with his parents to let him live there, but Mr.Yatkins Carver insisted he was "not running an orphan-house here." Every place he looked for a house or work did not want the bad luck that seemed to follow him everywhere. Crazy Cowboy left the town of San Antonia and Henry Carver for whatever would be south.

Henry was devastated and very much saddened by the loss of his good friend, probably his only one. He did not have anyone to be an Indian with anymore, and David went back to being the hard-hurting Cowboy he always was. After his schooling was done and Henry had read every book there was to in San Antonia, he went to work making furniture in his father's shop on the Main Street of San Atonia. And it would be some time before Henry Carver and the Crazy Cowboy would cross paths and meet again.

The First Man of San Antonia

March 22, 2004

I would suggest first reading The Crazy Cowboy of San Antonia first before reading this.

The first man of San Antonia, California was a man whose family was from Kansas, Alabama. Back in 1794, Mr.Henry Carver wanted to travel West and see what else was out there. Mr.Carver's father who give a different reason for his leaving, saying that Henry had sex with one of the slaves, and was so ashamed that he left, (now who knows if Henry would have left if he knew that doing that was not frowned upon, but Henry Carver was a simple naive boy who didn't think much through). Either way, Mr.Henry Carver left Kansas, Alabama and traveled West in 1797, at the age of 22. He left without a compass, which would have been useful, as he started to travel Southwest, and eventually hit the Gulf of Mexico. Not being an intelligent man, Mr.Henry Carver assumed it was the other side of America. He continued on and eventually made it to the middle of Mexico.

He spent a year there and eventually found out he was, in fact, not on the other side of the America. So, he traveled North West, now, and eventually found a plot of land he liked so much. It was by that time he was with his friend, El Nocion, who he had come from with mid-Mexico and traveled with. El Nocion wanted to call the place El Ciudad del Mer, but Mr.Henry Carver did not like the idea and instead proclaimed the area called "San Antonia." It was by this hap-chance that Mr.Henry Carver became the first mayor of San Antonia. Now, San Antonia was not oficially part of the Confederacy of America, but nobody seemed to mind that it was just two guys with a single house.

Now, Mr.Henry Carver was the first, but others soon came. In 1799, in March, arrived a family, a mother, father, two sons and a daugther, who seemed to take the same route as he did. They found Mr.Henry Carver, and El Nocion, and the family decided to stay put, as San Antonia was a beautiful place, right up on the coast of California, but beyond the coast, a mile inland, it got dreadfully hot. The family built their house, and the father of the family, named Juper, decided to run for mayor. Mr.Henry Carver believed heavily in the system of electing officials and called for an election, despite the high probabilty that of the four people of voting status (Carver, Father Juper, Mother Juper, and one of the Juper sons, El Nocion was disenfranchised as being a foreigner) three would vote against him.

Mr. Juper won the election and because he was a bigot, he made El Nocion into a second class citizen. Mr. Henry Carver was angry that his good friend was treated as a lesser person, but his strong beliefs in the American political system bounded him to the decision of the mayor. El Nocion left a few months later right after a second family, the Baughs from North Carolina. It seemed that people traveling West found themselves always traveling Southwest, hit the middle of Meixco, then decided to go Northwest, and eventually hit San Antonia. At least for the Jupers and Baughs. After El Nocion left San Antonia, Mayor Juper felt that the area needed to be protected so he appointed Mr.Charlie Baugh, the father of the only Baugh son and his wife Sally, to be the town sheriff.

It was in about 1802, that Mr.Henry Carver married Mayer Juper's daughter and had a son by the name of Yatkins Carver. The name has no real orgin, besides that was the sound that Mrs.Henry Carver believed was yelped during the conceiving of their son. Yatkins Carver married to some new comer in 1827 and had a son, who named after his paw, and set up shop as a furniture maker on the Main Street of San Antonia.

By the time the Mexican-American war ended, 70 people had come to the town of San Antonia, but it was still largely ignored by the US government. It was slightly after that in 1842, that the Crazy Cowboy came to town as a young man looking for work and found it with the Printer Horace. In 1843, Crazy Cowboy went south and was not heard from in San Antonia for 10 years or so.

The Crazy Cowboy of San Antonia

March 21, 2004

The myth of the Crazy Cowboy goes back to the 1850's back in good old San Antonia, yes, Antonia. Crazy Cowboy was mixed up with all kinds of folks: Los Banditos del Commotion, The David Jay Gang, and the town of San Antonia itself. He found himself staring down the barrel of guns too often, and it would not be before a whole heap of trouble before he would finally settle himself down. People believed he had the heart of a horse put in him when he in Mexico, because he was able to keep away death than anyone they had ever heard of.

His story really begins 26 years earlier in New York City, Missouri. He was born to a family of 4 sisters and he was the only son. His father was a farmer and his mother and four sisters made quilts. He was left to try to keep up with his father who had a strict work ethic that Crazy hated. Of course, his name was not Crazy Cowboy to begin with. He got that nickname first by the local boys who would always see him going wild on horses, acting like he was in a rodeo or trying to get away after robbing a bank. These were frontier times, and after a while the soil turned bad, and his family picked up and moved West.

On the way West, they encountered a heap of Indians who decided it was best to kill them all, except Crazy, who was out picking roots for the dinner when the Indians came about. Crazy came back to find his family missing and he concluded that they left without him, so he followed some tracks he could find, and eventually found his way to San Antonia, but when he got there, his parents weren't there. Crazy spent his time running papers all around town for the Printer Horace. After two years, he died, and left Crazy the business. That would have been fine if he had also not left Crazy the debt. The bank foreclosed on the printing business, and Crazy went sad over the whole situation. He tried to find work, but nobody wanted his bad luck looming around their shops. He left San Antonia and wandered south through the dry, arid, sun drenched desert, looking for a future.

Defive

March 18, 2004

Morgan was a neat fellow, he was stout, but not fat, and wore shorts and a jacket whenever possible, changing from boots to sandals depending on the weather. The occupation Morgan held was a dangerous and rare: a pet shop developer. This is what he had told me the first time we met. I am Corey, and we first met at one those Chinese restaurants that people sit around the grill and the guy prepares it in front of you. I sat down with some girl, a name I forget, all I remember about her is that she had a girl, and that she had to leave in the middle of the meal because her kid would not stop screaming and the babysitter was going crazy. She left and on my left was Morgan. Morgan gave me his occupation: pet shop developer. I chuckled, and asked him if he was serious and he told me "Corey, now a days when people want a pet, they want the best in service and everything. That is where I step in , Mr.Morgan Kote , to help my client create the best pet store they can. I have created over 30 pet shops."

I could not believe that that occupation actually existed, but Morgan said he was it, so I believed him. I worked at a deli back then, that was two years ago. I worked a shift from 11:30 to 5, and the owner was the brother of a friend of my from college. Morgan said he had seen me in that Deli before. He had been all over the country, "twice in London," but he lived only two blocks from the deli. Eventually he had to go but said he would say hello whenever he came into the deli. I could have sworn I had never seen him before, but I see a lot of people come and go, "a rueben, please."

That was two years ago, about, and now Morgan and I are together, but under different circumstances. Morgan never told me he was a secret agent, and before I could get out what he had gotten me mixed up in, I was going along for the ride. Being on a deserted island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean with Morgan has given me a great deal of time to learn to hate that moment he came into my life. Now I am being hunted by three countries, a mad man with a taste for blood, and all my stuff blew up when someone filled with my apartment with dynamite.

I fucking hate pet shops.

A Hit Song

March 07, 2004

DCo1 has got it goin' on
DCo1 has got it goin' on
DCo1 has got it goin' on
DCo1 has got it goin' on

DCo, can i come over after school? (after school)
We can hang around by the pool (hng by the pool)
Did you get back from you business trip? (business trip)
Are you there, or are you trying to give me the slip? (give me the slip)

You know, I'm not the little boy that I used to be
I'm all grown up now, baby can't you see

DCo1 has got it goin' on
He's all I want and I've waited for so long
DCo, can't you see you are the bomb to me
I know it might be wrong but I'm in love with DCo1

7 Ways to Get $1000

February 15, 2004

so listen to this movie idea: 7 Ways to Get $1000

This guy gets into a car accident, and he was not supposed to be driving it, and his parents are away for a week
So, he need $1000 to get the car repaired. so, he and his friends try things

such as getting money out of a bank account "and your parents signature", getting jobs that they get fired from for allegedly sexually harassing a co-worker, having a party and other things and finally

the guy is like, "my parents are coming home tommorrow night" and then this woman is like "MY PURSE" and there is a mugger!the guy (who we learn from the beginning of the movie is on the track team) chases down the mugger and the woman is like "gimmie your address so I can send you your reward....
brownies"

and so, he goes tomorrow morning to the mechanic, to bring in the $800 he has gotten. and it turns out the old lady is the mother of the mechanic. So, he does it for free as a favor and so, then he goes to pick up his parents, and he gets into an accident, but it was not his fault.... MOVIE END

Dead Child

February 07, 2004

Now that How Junius Ruined Our Winter Break is out in theater, let's take a look back at the film about death that started it all.:

Cast:
Captain R as Buddy Young
Rograr as Jolin Young
DCo1 as Detective Royce
Ingince as Martin "The Stoogice" Abder
Porlce as the Night Watchman
Earnerl as Protector Hyphe
Marver as Tinsel Forest
Marcel as Birskalas
Tim Vour as Gas Station Attendee
Joyce as Aqua Beastulation
Trevor as the Dinosaur Salesman
Koko McJuvia as Admiral Clovacious
Slip as Newspaper Salesboy
Metal Hook as Sarah Lovemei
Book as the Manual

Synposis:
Jolin Young(Rograr, Inventing Love,Morning Pint) is 14, young, healthy, potent, and dead. Buddy (Captin R, Defending the Road,I Found Her Like That), his older brother, must travel with Detective Royce (DCo1 , The Worse of Two,Young Heart) cross country to find clues. On the way they encounter different people to help them find who is the killer of the DEAD CHILD.

Some Movie about a Plane

February 06, 2004

Ohkay, so, what happens is, is that a group of friends go over seas to Eurasia, and then, their tour guide goes off with all their luggage and stuff, leaving them alone. They find out, somehow, that he will be going back on a plane in a months time. So, they just need to find him. I guess, by this, they break up to try to find him, their luggage, their tickets, any of their valuables. Of course, you have the goofy guy, and the really angry dude, the pretentious girl, I mean, of course, you can always put in any GENERIC COMEDY CHARACTER. So, they travel all over Eurasia to get to the dude, and have WACKY misadventures. So, there is another script. I am a regular LaCo (or Larry Cohen as his slave name would say) who has written over 50 screenplays.

Requisition the Formation of the Establishment

January 27, 2004

"You are gonna have to fill out Request Form A, take that down to accounting. Get a copy and attatch it to to Funds Form C, and bring that back, where I will have to copy those for you. And then, they have to be mailed to management with Request Form B."

"Can't I just ask management?"

"I don't think we have a form for that."

a blip from the past (issue 2)

January 20, 2004

I do not know who helped to write this one

Curtis

To truly understand T-Bag, you must first understand Curtis. Curtis is T-Bag's long-time friend and companion. The two have been together ever since their meeting on the set of a late 70's porno. Despite his many appearances with T-Bag, not much is known about this elusive character. Here is are of interesting facts about Curtis:

Though his origin baffles today's scientists, Curtis maintains he fell to Earth on a meteor about 15,000 years ago
Curtis has worked for the Japanese mafia and has been shot at least 17 times in most of his vital organs.
Curtis has been on the FBI's most wanted list for over 20 years
Curtis is an evil genious... He got a higher score than Eli on the SAT's
The FBI reports that Curtis has over 70 children living in America
Curtis lives in a giant glass dome somewhere in Antarctica

Curtis is not Hispanic

Forth the Night of Silence

January 18, 2004

"Bring the King foward!"

"Mercy for the King?!" -- "NO"

"Bring the will of God forward!"

The mob cried, and the King was pulled toward the stage, his body thrown down on all fours, his hands bound and his head tied to the stump on the stage. The King could heard the crowd, mob, mad and bloodthirsty.

"Is this the will and power of God?" The crowd would have chuckled if they were not so angry, mob, mad and bloodthirsty.

The axe came down on the King's neck, and the crowd cheered, mob cried.

"The reign of the King, of the family, is over." He walked down from the stage, as two carried away the King's remains. The past year had been one of the downfall of the King, and now it was time to build a nation based on the ideas of equality.

"Sir, an excellent presentation." His good friend Nathos complimented him as he passed through the crowd to make his way to the new public home, the former home of the Royal Family.

Just then, Ninja's dropped from the sky. The Ninjas had throwing stars and started to kill the mob. A bloodbath was beginning, when suddenly, he turned around, threw his jacket wide open and pulled out four daggers . The 10 Ninjas formed a circle around him, he thrusted his daggers outward, and began the spectacle of the death of 10 Master Ninjas. He had killed the last Ninja, when the Night Cowboy called out for him from the stage, the bloody axe lying on the stump. He looked around and noticed Nathos was being held by the Night Cowboy, who had a knife up to Nathos' throat.

"Nathos! Nathos, don't move!" He yelled from the doorway of the former-castle of the Royal Family forty yards to the stage.
"Sir, you are in no position to demand anything," The Night Cowboy replied, scraping Nathos' throat with the knife, "My Ninjas provided the best diversion so I could capture your friend, now, give me the Stone of Light!"
"Never, Cowboy, never!"
"I know you are weak," The Night Cowboy put Nathos in a sack, "when you are ready to give it to me, I will be ready to give you your friend."

The Night Cowboy leaped from the stage onto his trusty steed, Mir, with Nathos, and began to ride away from the city center. He began to run after him, but the Night Cowboy was cunning, he cut the rope that held up the city's main gate. He saw The Night Cowboy and Nathos, on Mir, riding away towards the Sea of Gavence.

"Get me a horse! Help me open the gate." He yelled back at the mob, half of them dying or already dead. It was too late, the Night Cowboy was gone, but not all was lost. Already, he was creating a plan to get back Nathos. Yet, the Night Cowboy would not kill Nathos, it was his hostage and he wanted the Stone of Light, the most powerful and the only one's known location of the Ancient Stones. He was not going to give up the Stone of Light so easily, and to the Night Cowboy. He was puzzled, as the Night Cowboy was not one to desire such a powerful object. When the city gate could lift again, he would be off to learn more of this mystery. "Help me with the gate, please!"

Suddenly, a throwing star hit next to his head, one of the Ninjas was not dead! As the Ninja attempted to flea, He turned from lifting the gate and drew a throwing axe, and threw it into the Ninja's left leg. The Ninja lay on the city center's gathering area, He ran towards the Ninja.

"Who is the Night Cowboy working for?"

"I shall never tell you," the Ninja was bleeding from the mouth, "the Night Cowboy has his own agenda in this new twisted plan of the world." The Ninja died, and He noticed a piece of parchment on the Ninja. He read it:

The only one that can oppose our employer is the power of the Royal Family. There is a plan for the people of the kingdom to rise up against the Royal Family on the 17th of Carythus. When the King is dead, we shall make our move. This is the final communication before the date above. - The Night Cowboy

"Bastard." He picked up his daggers, and his throwing axe. He realized the danger of the kingdom, there was no leader now, no organization. The Midnight Cowboy was not a warrior, He would need to find out more. He would leave the city in early in the morning, and follow the path of the Midnight Cowboy, find Nathos, and know the truth of the day. He would sleep now, or at least, He would lye in the bed, in one of the rooms of the public house. He was worried, the night was cold and crisp, but the Stone of Light kept him warm, eventually, he closed his eyes, and fell into dream.

"Along Came Polly"

January 10, 2004

A Dark Erotic Who-Done-It:

Cast:
DCo1 as Detective Marth
Double eXe as Norton
Everto as Thermo Diamond
Abstem as General David "The Coal" Diamond
Justice as Polly
Slippers as the Shoes

Synposis:
Norton (Double eXe, Riding with a River, The Plant Yellow) is the owner a plant/wind-up toy store. He lives alone above the shop with his friend Thermo (Everto, Division Ruster,Capital Capitol) who works at the news stand outside the plant/wind-up toy shop. Days are normal until sassy Polly (Justice, St.Louis Newsus,The Trouble with Vince Kork) moves in next door with her Hair Stylist shoppe. Suddenly, Thermo has gone missing. Norton finds consolation with Polly.

Flash-forward three years when the two stores have combined to become a Hair Stylist/Plant shoppe and Norton and Polly are married. Norton has nightmares about the loss of Thermo, but uses his work to forget about him. It is hard to forget about him now because Detective Marth (DCo1, Paternal Piranas,The Digging of the Holes) has been commisioned by recently-returned-from-war General David "The Coal" Diamond (Abstem, Part of a Soul,Crippled: The Story of Idiots), Thermo's father, wants to know what has happened to his son. What happens next is a series of flash-back three years as Detective Marth tries to learn what happened to Thermo, until we finally know what happens: "A Quadruple Surprise Ending"never before seen in "Modern Cinemation."

My Review:
What may seem like a quirky RoCo (Romantic Comedy) at first soon turns into a ErMyThr (Erotic Mystery Thriller) that at every second keeps you wondering: WHO-DUN-IT? What may be overlooked is the make-up job done on Slippers to turn Slippers into the part of the Shoes (I won't reveal the keystone role the Shoes play in the story as a whole). The constant suspense makes you want to roll up in a ball and roll down the movie aisle whistling the easy-to-hum theme to the movie, but this is only for the week minded.

Double eXe as Norton leaves much to be desired. The way he feels the massive lose of his friend seems forced, yet he never breaks character and the way he sees his past sorrow in his wife Polly is incredibly touching. Abstem is riveting as he keeps his face strait when he is demanding to know what happened to his son, but we all know that General David "The Coal" Diamond is hurting inside; he keeps the character full and powerful.

Moreing Bore

January 07, 2004

Lorenzo Adams was a real mother fucker. He built his arms with his legs, and then fixed up his legs with a nice polish with those arms of his. He never felt like he needed hands because, as Lorenzo would put it, "If I had needed hands, then god would have given them to me." No one wanted to point out he had no arms, but we did not want to ruin his show. Then, one time, my buddy Asher Raster was with me, and Lorenzo noticed that Asher was looking at his arms, and the fact that at the end of them were stubs. Lorenzo Adams, he pushed his trademark saying: "If I had needed hands, then god would have given them to me." And I pointed out to Lorezno he built his arms, and then Asher laughed and chuckled "Dude, shouldn't you not have any arms either then?"

This broke Lorenzo, I would say, he just ran out, trying to rip the arms off his sides, but he did a good job, so here was this guy running down the street, outside of the show-hall, trying to rip off his arms. He ran three blocks before he went into our mutuals friend's shop. Jones McJeffer's ketchup and mustard condiment bottle salesplace. Jones McJeffer's wanted to make his own brand of ketchup and mustard squeeze bottles after his horrible evening where there was a clot in the squeeze top. The story goes he got ketchup all over his new yellow shirt. He keeps on talking about how this would not be a problem if he was wearing a red shirt. So, he also sells yellow and red shirts along with the squeeze bottles. So, Lorenzo ran in there, and Jones McJeffer's was about to close up show, until he noticed how distraught Lorenzo Adams was. So, Jones McJeffer comforted him, and shortly there after I got there with my friend Asher Raster. Asher Raster apologized, and even complimented Lorenzo Adams built his own damn arms. Never again did anyone mention that Lorenzo Adams did not have arms to start with when he pushed his trademark: "If I had needed hands, then god would have given them to me."

"Cold Mountain"

December 30, 2003

Cold Mountain is a riveting tale with:

Cast
DCo1 as Tryper
Rixx as River Portion
Nilson as Croppster
Verance as Glassion
Justicks as Krisskross
Paussus as Vouce
Claudius as voice of the Mountain

Synposis:
Cold Mountain begins with master scientist Dr.River Portion (Rixx, The Night of Peace, Toaders) developing a way to reverse the earth's destruction: A Massive Cold Wave that is threatening to cover everything in it's path with Chill. DCo1 (A Penance for a Player,Developing Andy Rines) plays Tryper, the quick witted and cute secret agent that is protecting Dr.Portion from those who want to steal his developments for their own use, rather than share them with the world for the better of mankind. Croppster (Nilson, Never Say Nice,Yell in Space) has teamed up with his arch-rival Glassion (Verance, Into the Mist , The Difference of Chris) to use their joint forces to kidnapp Dr.Portion.

Some people may think that it is all action in this movie, but there is more. As the Earth is moving towards a frozen future, Tryper must also deal with his past life of coal miner. 10 years ago he and his best friend Krisskross (Justicks, Pouring Pain , Living for Livestock) had a bitter falling apart and their communal friend Vouce (Paussus, Die Lunch, Die , The Liquid Gazebo) sided with Krisskross. Tryper now needs to reconsile so he can move on.

The mountain plays a pivotal role and can even be considered a character of the movie. The mountain holds the secret to Tryper's past and he needs Dr.Portion to keep off the cold so it does not cover the secrets deep inside the Cold Mountain.

The special effects are amazing, especially the giant insect armies of Croppster that attack Tryper. The director uses Claudius (Gorialla Function,Mr.Dickles) in two contrasting ways to portray the Mountain when it is warm and when it is cold. The way the ice moves across the landscape as impending doom is chilling (no pun intended). I would suggest this movie to anyone would enjoys drama, comedy, action, mysetry, or anything!

A great line

December 02, 2003

"I cannot believe they did this again" He says, and then he exits in a furvor.
Some woman walks in and asks "what happened?"
The dude says "they messed up his paycheck again, and this time its personnel."

a blip from the past (issue 1)

November 21, 2003

A story co-created by DCohen1 (just Danny back then) and Petunia Lope (just Saul back then)

Trevoré Martinez was born on the small, desolate island in the Caribbean. His parents, poor war criminals, sent him away in a wicker basket in hopes that he could find a better life, at the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico. Trevoré, only 3 months old at the time, welcomed his new lifestyle (although recent studies have shown that babies are stupid, see the study.

On his descent to the deep, dark, ocean floor, Trevoré was suddenly jerked upward. He was caught in a fisherman's net. The fisherman, their names not wanted to be given out, first thought that Trevoré was a mutated southern Caulerpa that could cry and had no gills. Later, they discoverd, after him peeing on the fisherman, that he was actually a young child. They decided to name him T-bag, because Trevoré looks like a tiny T-Bag (see picture at left).

Two weeks later when the Fishermen returned to port in New York city, they brought T-bag to the Little Pimp Orphanage where he started his schooling in Reading, Writing, Diplomacy, and Pimpin'. Soon T-Bag became a very well know 3 year old pimp, pimping the girls at his nursery school. For his fourth birthday he recieved a yellow and purple zebra striped hat for pimpin'.

Evergladdies

November 14, 2003

Had it not been that Richie was there for me when I fell, I would have been late to this party. Although, maybe I would want to be late for it. The beginning was quirky, no, it was "Oh, so nice to see you," I played to the host. To the host I ended up having to talk for six minutes before and of the other guests arrived. I had gotten to the house early because Richie kept me from having to not be on schedule. After six minutes of talking to the host, "You changed around the living room since I was last here," I was free as Annie and Mark arrived. As Annie and the host went off to the parlor to help set up, "I know we are early. Oh, I guess we are not the first ones. Do you need any help?" Mark and I talked a bit about things since we last saw each other four hours before.

Mark has been my friend (and later co-worker) for the past eight years. We met during our junior years in college at the University of _______. We lived in the same house through a mutual friend. It was me, Mark, the mutual friend, and two other guys. We lived there for our junior and senior years of college. The mutual friend stayed a fifth year and I have not talked to him for a while. Mark and I ended up becoming good friends. We both moved to ________ and started a small business in ________, something we both had an interest in. We were bought, or let ourselves be bought, by a larger company and now we were employees instead of owners. Despite his marrying a woman who thought poorly of me, for whatever reason, we remained good friends through our constant contact at work and our bi-monthly Friday night attempts to feel younger than we actually were. (the "dates" were frequently broken by one of us, mostly Mark, or Annie) As we stood there talking to each other about our work today, slipping in sports, we could hear from the other room the host and Annie talking, "I love what you did with the living room." The host was living in the largest apartment that I could have ever imagined in downtown ________. There was a living room, a parlor, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a bedroom with a very comfortable bed. It was true, the living looked better since I was last in the apartment.

"I did not think you were going to show," Mark began "I thought after what happened between you and Jane you would not want to come to a party at her place. I mean, I know it has been a while,(what six months?) but you have not said even much as "hello" to another woman in that time."

It was true, I was guilty. The host had left me with a feeling of heart broken. We had been together for a year and a half, living in the apartment together for a year, and then six months ago she dumps me. I did not really understand truley why, until I saw her sitting at a café with some guy about a week and a half later. I don't really think I will ever ask her if she was "with him" when I was her boyfriend, it would hurt my pride I bet. What made me angry was not Mark bringing up the fact that this was her house, and that I was here. It was that the some guy she was sitting with at a café walked in about two minutes later, walked past us to the bedroom, and came out a minute later wearing different clothes. That used to be me, I thought, coming home to her and chaning my clothes. "Annie, you are right, I like the living room. She did great things with it." In my jealousy and spite, I hated the living room, just because he, some guy, replaced me and was walking around the parlor, kissing the last woman I kissed hello. What made me even more upset was when he came over an talked to Mark and Me.

"Hey fellas, how was the office today?" Some guy, Henry (Hank), was our boss, and he had just been spending the last two days at the convention for ______. He kept on going on about "new this" and "improved that" that I just wanted to kick him in the groin. I did not for three reasons: It was not his fault that he was dating the host (acutally now Hank would be the host, Jane would be the hostess), he was my boss, and it would not look good infront of Jane if I went off on Hank. If I was going to get her back into my life, I could not start it off by kicking her current boyfriend in the groin, although how tempting it would have been at the time.

Mark was right to question my presence at the apartment. If I had told him my motives, he would have told me I was crazy. The whole night went by, and besides the first conversation with Jane, I had not talked to her. I had avoided her, or maybe she avoided me, but either way we never crossed paths (it was a big apartment). Mark convinced Annie that to give me a ride by back to me place, which I shared with Richie, at about 11 30 at night. After paying for half of the gas as my toll, "Annie, does he really have to do it?", I was finally home around midnight. Friday was done and I would spend the rest of the night watching TV with Richie. Despite it being Saturday, I gave him the privellage of owning the remote because he had saved me a trip to the hospital. Although, at that point, I wondered if it was worth it. Jane had seen me in a socialable environment, which she would not have for the past six months (except for mine and Mark's outings twice a month, but I always made sure not to go to any place where Jane would be) because of my isolation. In that time I had read about 20 books, watched all the movies that were nominated "Best Picture" since 1983, and had to watch Richie's Thursday night TV line-up.

On Friday, between work, "I'll see how I feel Mark, I may come," and the party, "What a wonderful living room," I was home with Richie. He was entertaining tonight as well for three (a couple and a woman he was being set up with) and was working in the kitchen preparing for the evening. I decided to help him out, "Hey, can you help me out please? I am way behind on the whole thing and I need some help." He threw me a tomato from the refridgerator for the salad and then I slipped. The tomato was thrown too high and I bent back, slipping on the rag in the kitchen, and tried to stay steady by grabbing hold of the counter. Instead of the counter I got the salad bowl, which was resting on the cutting board, which had a nice big knife on it. The knife catapulted upwards, my body fell downwards, and the two were going to have contact together and the floor. Suddenly, Richie swooped in and saved me from landing on the floor and having the weight of the knife kill me (at least I think it would have killed me.) I thanked him a thousand times and he pardoned me from helping in the kitchen. I lay down on the couch and finally decided to go to the party, instead of having to go to a movie and dinner by myself while Richie was having people over, I did not want to intrude on it all despite an invite, "It won't be weird, man, are you sure?"

I was still a little shaken by the whole thing when I got to the party, making talking to Jane even more unsettling, although she had a way of making me feel comfortable.

So, it was Saturday early morning, and Richie and I were watching TV. "How did the thing go tonight?" He asked me during the beginning of a commercial break.
"Oh, it was , y'know, a thing just like all the others." I told him, and I felt a bit defeated by the fact that Hank's groin was still intact.
"Anything happen?"
"Nope," a pause to hear watch an attractive girl on the screen "How was your thing?"
"It was great! I thought I was not going to work out well, being set up, but it went great. She (Kate is her name) was funny, and nice, and she had a killer face."
"Good, I'm glad. You going to go on a date with her again?"
"Well, I felt that she did not get the chance to really know me, just from a dinner. So I think I, Kate, and Nancy and George (the other couple) are all going to go to a movie. If everything goes well there, I am going to break off of the party and hopefully Kate will come with me." The show was back on.
"I am happy to hear that, good luck," I realized I had no interest in watching whatever odd show Richie was watching "I am going to hit the hay. I'll see you tomorrow Richie."
"Yeah, man, g'night." He yelled to me as I was walking towards my room.

Richie and I had known each other since freshman year of college at the University of _______. Mark and Richie knew each other, but Richie was not interested in living off campus, so when we were all living together, Richie was a RA for one of the dorms. Richie did not work with Mark and I at ______, but was instead the proud assistant manager of a fancy toy store in downtown _______. Mark, Richie, and I were living together when Mark decided to get hitched to Annie, so Richie and I had to move out to a smaller more economical place. It was not bad. I liked always having a certainty that there would be someone to talk to, even if it would not be Mark but the toy store employee.

I was dead when I finally got my head on the pillow and all I wanted to be unconscious. I would make my plan for getting back Jane in the morning. It would have been hard to get to sleep considering my constant thoughts about the party tonight, if I was just not so tired. Well, the party was a bust, I would formulate a plan in the morning.

Chapter 1-2

October 04, 2003

The passing moons were filled with the activities of the stable, its owner, and employee. The next three moons passed with heavy rains and an heightened flow of water trough the river Red. The number of those renting horses dropped, yet, some still came to to the small village to borrow a horse. On several occasions, Drel gave his employer a question of the tales that his dead wife told, to which Drel received the answer that she was senile. The questions waxed, but then waned as the summer months approach and with them, the summer festivals. The summer festivals, a tradition in the town of Plaüde, arrived in the town every 12 moons, and are events that many from the Northern Country came to. As the evenings became shorter and began later, the stable encountered more business. A quarter into the summer festival period, the employer's back became sore with ache, and retired from delivering the horses to the town. Drel was informed that he would have to take the next horse to town. Drel received a plethora of feelings on this as he had never been to town, spent his entire life up till now in the confines of the village. Drel would leave after two moon risings. He was given instructions of how to conduct his trip to the town of Plaüde. The horse renter told him to go strait to the town, do not stray from the path given before him. There were two paths of different speed. The first, the longest, followed the river Red to the town, in a scenic masterpiece of beauty. the other, of shorter distance time of travel, went deep in the forest that bordered the north of Plaüde and the south of Drel's home village. This trail would take him past the lair of the Nijos, a band of forest dwelling peoples whose only purpose, it seemed, were to steal from those who dared to travel through it. Beyond the instruction of the travel was that Drel take along with him the horse renter's business bag to hold the papers for the horse he is to bring to the town and bring back from the town, which was already in use. The bag contained Drel's identification of employment and a notice of rent for the horse. Drel added to this bag a roll of jerked meat that was given to him by a local man when his father was buried. The local man used to own a farm on the outsides of the town, but as the situation, economically and physically, of the town spiraled further downwards, his crops and life stock began to die, and he sold it to the Agricultural Sector of the Royal Republic of Governance. Since then, the land has been a holding ground for the diseased criminals, as the land quality was so poor by then. The announcement of the use of this land nearly 7 revolutions ago marked the beginning of the increased speed of the spiral discussed above.

Chapter 1

September 25, 2003

The Jewel of the sky, fell upon the ducts, blazed as it came down, reviving a splendor only known by the unicorn of Breshonifustos. That unicorn had the secret of the sky ruby, and he was certain to find the ruby, thus he needed the unicorn , thus he needed to know where the lost of city of Breshonifustos was. There were many rumors, many died and became missing trying to find it. Some believe the lost city is a figment of the imagination of history. Where others failed, he would excel, it was a vow he made to himself of his life, a young stable boy on the outskirts of a small village in Northern Country, near the town of Plaüde. It had been nearly when was six when he was first employed at the stable.The owners were and old married couple, names of Irink. The woman had grown senile, believing the rumors of ancient legends, including those relation to the unicorn. She would go on for hours on end about paths and tales of past years. "These men wished gold, silver, and lesser of bronze, as well as the hearts of young virgins. They wanted to obtain the glory of the kings, yet were consumed by their travels." Her husband was different, as his days were consumed with peddling services in the nearby village. For those who did not own a horse, they would be able to borrow one, for a price. Interested in traveling to the town during the summer festivals was shared by all, keeping their extra bits to pay for a visit. The stable boy was the son of a shoemaker, who had taken ill of the epidemic of the Trlee, it would burn the hands when pressure was applied, eventually causing blood to shoot of the eyes. The shoemaker could not starve, his son had the idea, he would become employed. At the stable he could work, eat, sleep, and stay, and send his extra earning to his father, as his mother had been a dead whore, who infected his father, and now the disease was manifesting. The Northern Land's inhabitants were of cheap morals, and of poor health. After 17 moon passings his father dided, they burned the house to purify the land, and he was alone. His father was buried deep, yet, it was near the water, of the name the river Red. This river followed towards the town, then further south to the capital. Revolutions before, the river was full of life, with merchants and entertainers. He remembered one time, when he was younger, a jester of the Royal Court passed by and gave him a question "What is your name?" It troubled him as his father never gave him a name. He was known as "Boy" to his father of "Shoemaker's son" or sometimes simple "Shoe" passes for his name. Until his father passes, he had no formal name, The documents lay on the desk space, unfilled. These documents were from the government. According to the royal, he does not exist! He paid no taxes and was a foreigner with no home. This would end now. His employer too him on, and paid for his father's burial. He also gave him a name, and wrote it on the documents. He had sent it to the village, where it was sent forward to the town, to the South, to the Capitols. The wonders it must have seen, he thought, That night after much thought by his employer, he was given his name. "Shoe, I have sent your documents, the name we gave you, we as myself and my wife, is 'Drel'." Drel thought about his new name during the moons that passed, the sun would rise and he was Drel, but by the end he felt as if he was really nameless. He would go over the loss of his father, how the sickness took him. over. He was saddened by his name, that he had one, and not by his father. His days continued and the horse renter's wife passed, and she was buried, near Drel's father, beneath a stone slab.