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Jacques escaped from the cupboard lighting a Newport and taking a breeze, the locks on the cupboard were damaged from years of abuse. It was his place to escape when he heard the noises. The noises were of course the sound of his parents. Moments of passion, moments of contempt, moments of violence he could no longer tell them apart. He only knew he could not deal with them, he could never face them. He hid and escaped fleeing within himself telling himself to disappear to transport his body somewhere new and wonderful, someplace without people. His place of hiding had often been far from a haven. Empty Newport packs scrawled on the floor the banging on the door and the screaming for him to come out with a threat of violence. The hinge had been removed but it remained to him his only place of safety. He walked up the stairs and went to his family’s living room. The sight made him chuckle his mother had no face and his father lay in a provocative pose with a hack-sawed neck. He took his fathers wallet and never returned to the house. He decided to leave his rural area and journey to Paris. He walked past the pigs and cows barefoot he had a long walk. He took his walking seriously never stopping unless it was to go to the bathroom or to find food. He regarded himself as Jacques Piccard exploring the challengers deep. As he walked he met people of all kinds interesting people who wanted to varnish him or steal the nothing he had. He walked for months slowly his pace gradually but never settling down in any town. He walked until his interest of city life needed to be satisfied. He stopped in a big city and decided to wander its depths. His torn and fragile look was sympathetic with the people of the inn and he was given free room. He was uninterested in most people he met he found them uninteresting. He could identify only with the men at the taverns who spoke only of dreams and the wonders and how they would all soon be theirs, but they never did reach there goals and only drank and talked and become a bore. He then met a women of interest. She worked and traveled and cared nothing for her body for her mind but only for the experience and the adventure, she never had a thought on morality. She seduced him and took him under her wing despite the scorn of others. They left the village she could not work for long in one place without gaining a terrible reputation that lost her all her customers. She was a traveling prostitute. She showed him the joy of living and the animosity and terror of life. She took him dancing and saw the terrible hopeless lust of man and his unending desire. The women took him to a friend’s house. She told him it was he who had told her the way to take and capture a mans heart. He was in some way a pimp and a pusher of a sort. He had many other women of the same sort who worked within his city she was the only one to travel and spread his business. She loved him she told him and he watched as he beat her and yelled and screamed at her and he desired to be in his cupboard. But she ate away at his abuse and loved it and did nothing she let him use here rob her and tear her apart and then leave her drugged and torn. She told Jacques it was all in good fun and it was all her fault. After that day Jacques despised her. The only person he had ever respected or desired-found interesting was just as weak and torn as everyone. He could not speak with her. The weakness in her tore him into pieces. He then plotted to kill the only person he had ever thought of loving. He denied her her humanity. It was as though he was smothering a dog weak frayed and confused. No attachment or love as though he was shooting a deer for venison necessary for his own survival. Denial of all his own human weakness grew in his head. He knew what he needed, and he waked on an on, why Paris and, what he would do once he was there never was thought by him only the majestic city he imagined, a mystic Olympian city of otherworldliness a place realities futility could never reach. He walked and refused himself of his humanly limitations he walked and walked until his feet failed him and he used his hands to gain as much distance as he could never giving up. He crawled until his eyes failed him and until only his body continued out of habit. He continued until his breath ceased and until his arms and legs would never be moved by his force or will until his brain could never have another thought.

Justice
Jackson sat under the fields in mid July. He was watching the clouds roll by and imaging that he was the one that controlled the clouds. That day he had disregarded all his duties and cut school and decided to smoke cigarettes in the tree cut. As he sat he imagined that the clouds were the only way to live and the bay the only kingdom. At this point he was thizzin’ pretty hard. He sat there for a couple of hours until he decided it was time to go home. That  day when Jackson got home his mother informed him that the school had called. Jackson was like yo shizz man. He had thought that he got caught ditching which was odd because the school never cared before when he ditched, they always marked him present so they could get their stacks of paper. His mother informed him that they said that his fingerprints were all over the murder weapon of a young female student at his high school. Jackson didn’t know what to say “Mom that’s bunk I was thizzin’- I wasn’t even at school today.” His mother just stared into his eyes with a blank expression. The police arrived at his house shortly after the confrontation with his mother, and Jackson was detained by the police. He was framed by the principle. The principle knew that Jackson had walked in on him having sexual intercourse with a student and was worried that Jackson was going to tell. He had the student killed and payed off the police. Jackson was soon sent to death row and was quickly executed his last words were said to be I WILL RISE AGAIN FOR JUSTICE FOR THE NATION OF THIZZLAM AND THE ENEMIES OF THIZZLAM. His mother was the only one to attend the funeral. But his death was not to last forever. A Wizard of Thizzlam on one day, a rainy day, appeared at the grave of young Jackson Macingson and broke the thizz over his grave. And with incantations and spells he incurred the wrath of the mighty Thizzallah and young Jacksons body rose from its northern Californian grave. His body was discolored and mangled. He was no Jesus Christ- he resembled a zombie, a zombie with the powers of Thizzlam. The young zombie walked on from his grave mumbling about the injustices that had plagued his young carefree life. He walked to the grounds of the school. He was unseen by those who were not lead by the power of Thizzlam. He would remain unseen to all but one man, this man, principle Johnny Ca$h, was startled when he saw the disfigured body of the young Jackson. He screamed he cried he yelled. Jackson screamed you killed me you have killed me and, the young girl. Jacksons hand gripped the body of princple Ca$h and felt as the hand fell to the ground and watched as Jackson turned to ash on the floor. He was astonished, was it all just a dream he thought or was it…In one half second the body of Ca$h was transfigured into the image of a horribly disfigured man a reminder of the sin and the death he had caused and a testament to the holy religion of Thizzlam. The spirit of Jackson had plagued the body of Ca$h and it served as a reminder to all people the horror and reality of injustice and evil in the world.

Bird Men

In the year 2069, Dr. John started experiments to genetically engineer man with birds.  The project had started since the demands for movie realism had become in high demand. Dr. John started his experiment to make a Bird Man. The experiment became a success and the movie Bird People became a smash hit. The procedure became popular soon and those with enough power and money became what became known as Bird Men. Soon Bird Men left the earth and built their cities in the clouds. The cities were advanced and unlike anything man had ever done before. The most famous of the cities being the city of Fly.  Soon the Bird men took advantage of their genetically enhanced gifts and hypnotized the people who remained on earth. The Bird Men made the humans slaves and made them mine for their recourses. Most of the Human race soon became slaves to all Bird Men. The Humans mined, cooked, farmed, entertained and ironed for the Bird Men. Soon an underground coalition of all free human people’s was started. Man fought the Bird constantly but new Bird Men were created everyday.  Soon all men became enslaved to the Bird Men’s evil hypnotizing powers.  The Day of Man was done and the era of “The Bird Men” had begun. The Bird Men soon created their own language to distance themselves from the simple minded humans. The human race had become almost completely extinct those alive lived underground unknown to the Bird Men. The Bird people themselves were losing numbers for the bird people had forgotten how to grow food to farm. The Bird Men were completely dependent on man. The bird people soon became a more primitive and simple race without people. The Bird Men started feeding on birds and flies. This was the end of the golden era of The Bird Men. The Bird Men’s Capitol Fly soon collapsed without the help of man.  The bird people eventually were no longer people, but birds. And so ends the Bird Men reign. Man eventually ruled the earth again, but it took many hundreds of years to become a great shadow of its former self.

Odin was a man who lived with me, Jason. We were the only interracial gay couple in our whole town. We lived in a small ass apartment, and had very low income. I worked as a secretary for a defense attorney named Harvey, I was still going to law school, but it was break so I needed a job that would give some insight into the business. My mother was Jewish and my father was Columbian. My boyfriend Odin was of Jamaican descent. Odin worked at a gas station. We are rather ordinary people, we have normal lives we went out to all the bars and got drunk as hell. We got drunk and angry and we fucked each other like faggots do, Hell sometimes we go to fucking Denny’s and eat. We see hate every day because of our ethnicity. I hear racist shit evry’ day like kike, spic, Christ killer, beaner, and faggot queer stinky balled Mexican. These words don’t hurt. Odin faced racism and sexual prejudice as well he was called a nigger faggot by the pigs. Who picked him up for public drunkenness and disorderly conduct. We kept a Nazi in the closet. Odin and me raped him every night, we shoved dildos and dicks in every orifice that pleased us at the moment. We popped and made love. When the Nazi skinhead spoke wrongfully, and called us niggers or faggots or whatever we would commit some horrible atrocity to him. One night when we were good and drunk, y’know really pissed we strapped him to a chair and forced a dildo into his ass as we cut off his eyelids, and put a tape of barney on repeat and kept him there for a couple of hours after we util we regained consciousness and put him back into the closet or fed him or something. The Nazi skinhead scum’s name was Wolfgang. He had grown up in west Virginia in a family associated with the KKK. His father, a strong preacher of the truth of white Jesus, taught his son about how the Jews stole all the jobs with good money and killed their lord and savior white Jesus. He beat the hell out of all the smaller children in his school, then joined the Aryan brotherhood at the age of 17. He tried to stab Odin once. Odin broke every one of his fingers and toes. He then locked him in his Closet. That is were Wolfgang has lived ever since he was 21. Odin’s a relatively well know man in the community because he pretty much is the black community, and one of the few openly gay members of the community, he was well know for his arrest record and his alcoholism. Odin is the strongest man I’ve ever met. Odin’s hated by the local church for his homosexuality and most people in town are afraid that he’s going to break into their houses, because of the color of his skin. Odin had met me three years prior at a star trek convention. I dressed up as Spock and Odin as captain Kirk. We both got kicked cuz they were like Kirk was no goddamn nigger he was a white man. And they was like yo spic go mow my fucking lawn. So we was kicked out and that’s how we met. We didn’t see nothing in those star trek geeks we were both from small hic mountain towns filled mostly with white men, so we were used to that type a shit. Motherfucking nigger die Wolfgang yelled as Odin entered the room Fucking KIKE NIGGERS he Spit on Odin and me as we walked into the house Odin had let him out of his closet today for good behavior, he was instead chained to our downstairs sofa. WHITE MOTHERFUCKER Odin yelled at the Nazi pig as he punched Wolfgang in the face until blood swirled around his face. Broken teeth twirling to the ground with big red teary eyes. Odin then yelled at Wolfgang asking him if it was true that white boys had small cocks. Wolfgang wouldn’t respond he just coughed as tears fell from his eyes. As Odin unzipped Wolfgang’s leather pants and grabbed his Genitals and smashed them against the sofa with a book that was lying on the table Screaming small cocked Nazi pig white boy skinhead shit how do you like that how do you like that. Wolfgang screamed and cried in fear and pain screaming i’m sorry I’m sorry master leave my fucking dick alone.
I laughed as Odin kissed his forehead. He said go to the fucking bedroom get that sweet lil ass ready fo me. I gota Staple this motherfuckas balls to this goddamn couch. I left the room I heard screams echoing in halls as I walked to the bedroom. I was tired of Odin and Wolfgang. I was tired of hearing his screams. At first it was fun seeing that cracker ass nazi getting the shit he deserved. It wasn’t anything drastic then small torture like butt-fucking him and fist fights. In the beginning we always gave him the chance to fight back. Now it’s just endless torture. Yah he is still redneck racist Nazi white trash, just I feel sorry for him. It scares me to see Odin doing that shit to him. He goes fucking ape. Like goddamn Charles Manson. I mean its not like he goes after any of the other racist shits in the town. You know he never goes and kicks the shit outta the racists and swine at the bar who say they is gonna get his little coon head and hang it on their wall, no always Wolfgang. It gets to be too much even for me. By the time Odin entered the bedroom the screams were louder I felt sorry for that poor shit. Odin grabbed my hairy ass and we popped some e. The next morning when I awoke Odin wasn’t beside. It was the screams that woke me up. I walked out the door, I needed a cup of coffee. I walked to the coffee shop, I hated that fucking shop. I always got weird fucking stares from the man working the register. He fucking hated Kikes like me. Every time I walked in he’d go off on some rant about how us the fucking Jews were the one who caused all the wars all the poverty, and how we are the reason all guilty convicts walk cuz they got rich kike lawyers. Hello Jason what coffee do you want his morning. Small cup coffee black. So how many rapists did you and your dirty money free today Jason, room for cream he laughed. What the fuck did you just say. You heard me kike. You heard me Faggot you degenerate perverted Mexican kike. I reached into my pocket and drew my knife as I jumped onto the counter and slit the bastards throat. I walked out of the shop as the clerk was gagging on blood and falling to the ground. I smiled at a little girl drinking her hot chocolate with her mother, they both were screaming reaching for their cell phones. I had snapped I knew I wasn’t going to get out of this. I went back to my apartment to find Odin fucking Wolfgang. It was different this time though. I knew they both enjoyed it. I saw Wolfgang kissing Odin on the chest caressing him moving his lips downward… I attacked them both in blind rage with my bloodied knife. I dropped the knife as Odin and Wolfgang screamed crying calling me a dirty kike Mexican. I smiled at the both of them, and fled the scene. I read in the papers that the police were going door to door to question people about the killing of the coffee shop clerk. The police entered the room saw a black and a white man naked drenched in blood and immediately shot the black man. Odin was also blamed for the murder of the clerk. The report states that a black male was accused of breaking into a white man’s house and then raping and killing a white male in his twenties. There was no further investigation. The police didn’t even look to see who actually owned the house. I was tired of the racist pigs I had lived with I felt no remorse for Odin or Wolfgang, both racists. Odin’s hate for white people and Asians and Wolfgang’s hate for Jews, Latinos and black people. They were a perfect pair of pigs. I had been suspicious about their Sadomasochist relationship for some time. They beat each other for sexual stimulation. I have no idea how two people full of as much hate for the others race could actually have a relationship with each other. As Odin was coughing up blood crying on the floor he had the balls to tell me that he loved Wolfgang. Odin that was not even his real name, it was his damn ego, he believed himself to be as strong as a god. I found my life to improve after I left that city. I moved to California. I didn’t see the same hate for Latin Americans there. It was still their, just not as pronounced or explicit it was more underhand like odd stares, and people pondering about whether or not I was an illegal immigrant. Rednecks tried to pick me up in the trucks they told me they got work for my people. I knew he was going to drive me to border patrol. The way people talked to me was weird too. They talked down to me. They spoke slower and louder like I was a child or an old dog. Before I even spoke people thought my English would be fragmented and spoken with a heavy Spanish accent. No one would admit to be racist here it was even worse. They all thought they were “down” with me and the cause. They assumed just because I was Latin American I was an illegal immigrant with no money and family still trying to cross the border. God I’m almost a fucking defense lawyer my family came to this country decades ago. When I’m driving in my old Mercedes the cops always pull me over they talk extra slow and ask me how I got the car and how long I’ve been in the country. They assumed I stole the car. I got that car from my dead corpse grandma. I’ve found a nice apartment with this Latina girl and her boyfriend they’re letting me stay for cheap because here boyfriend is going to law school, and wants to know what its like. I work at the local grocery store now, at least until the end of summer when I’m going back to college. Its funny how Racism works you thinks only the white people who hate you for the color of your skin but its every body. All different types of people judge me before I talk to them. They all talk slow and think I’m form out of country. When I think about all the horrible things me and Odin did it makes me sick. I was a monster. I raped and tortured a man. I said it was right cuz he was a racist, but I realized I was the one committing the horrible crime, I tortured him and I hated all white people I met afterWolfgang. I prejudged all white people and assumed them to be Nazi’s, Wolfgang influenced how I felt about all white people. Still I’m glad that asshole is dead. After a summer In California I returned to Law School it was my last year as a student there. The next day I attended an anti-immigration rally in the center of the town, just to see their reaction to me.. Spic Spic wetback get back ta your goddamn country three big rednecks yelled, two in front of me one behind me, firing a barrage of bullets into me screaming they took our jobs you beaners took our jobs. When I awoke I was in a hospital bed the doctors told me the rednecks after shooting me, killed themselves and burned down city hall, lighting themselves on fire and running naked screaming they took our jobs. The doctors informed me I would never move anything below my neck again, I would never even speak again.