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IT'S ALIVE!!!!


"" "Jane falls of the horse, ..suddenly...and breaks evrybone in the lower, left-jaw........his arms were sweaty with the feel of road-burn skinned flesh......twisting and turning, The shadowy guy is raddling in joy...( he turns and smiles at the crowd) The horse gracefully bows to show empathy.... " ""
Chapter I
She was languidly caressing his brow, while he stared into the sunset.
"He is now beginning to show signs of life... "............."Yes..." he thought to himself while he longed for the moment whe he could be next to the odd experiment he had created with his own two hands... "a beast ".....he revels. And it calls him .............. even now that she is wishing he were there with her... yet his drive is bent on riding out the challenge. more than so, to be in control of something for on his deathbed, he dwell in the pain of not having been good enough, maybe just a guess, nobody could really tell what Jane was thinking about.....
Chapter II
He enjoys studying the human mind and, ... while gazing at the dream, realizes the monster has grown focused. He shudders at the thought, yet , still revels in counter..........Maybe it leads to redemption, and validity. he thinks to himself, (still a guess)....
She has returned, It drives him crazy how he shelters the monster from her, and how she seems to accept it....
The shadowy man is looking through the fencepost, at the place where the monster lay hidden... breathing slowly, mumbling curses, and finding peace in the company of a tyny creature, .. a beetle..." tyny little beatle" his freshly,* scrambled egg* of what would be a brain beckons...not just a guess....
This is Jane's biggest fear... He sees the monster, it is there because he breathed life into it. He sees it........... It haunts him; yet, he draws strength from it... it lives inside him... he mournfully realizes one monster is not enough... "someone will follow my steps, and forget to throw his sanity out the window, before the building" ........" it takes a long time to breathe life into a positive monster"......... he chuckles at the idea of "only bad monsters" as if we don't have a real perception for a monster besides a guy in a purple suit covered in chicken grits........., and Jane knows it may not be worth the trouble.......it keeps her away......
She loves him, she isn't at all a threat to him, she understands his drive, and it drives her mad, but she knows how to make him want to return to the moment before "the building"........
The time now, is early fall, the harsh winter is ahead, and both Jane and the shadowy man know that cold, lonely nights will require nurturing time for the monster, or it will relapse, and possibly cease to exist, neither is sure if they want that, unbeknownst to either other......
"liars are amonst us.. they have encountered the choice to come clean, and they shun it." "some guy put that in a song once", Jane thought to himself, "I just know it's right"..... " The word (monster) is feeble, and it harms noone... it just ..........is..."
He wonders if he lies to himself, ........... the final thoughts through his mind, as he slowly hovers into uncomfortable sleep... alone.
CHAPTER III
She asks him to do `that`.............4:30 P.M.... "if we throw sanity out the window.... it can be found, ".... "for we know where it was left"... "if sanity is lost... it makes us all pay?" ...he thinks to himself, ... failing to acknowledge her , she wanders off.........."this is the time to say... " he pauses... decides agaisnt.. it.. "are we all guilty?" ... his remorse eats away at him... it haunts his conscience..." the only way out.. isn't it amazing?" He reminisces how J.M. had it all figured out..
he misses her touch, and her smell... it haunts him so. the monster permeates the room... it breathes heavily in the corner... "music seems to calm it"... His reasoning may not be far off, it has led him to her, "that is enough to trust it"...
*END OF CHAPTER*
"Today is the day.... say it now...." The monster has reached grand conspiracy theories launched against it... it feeds off the "master archive"............
The police helicopters at night look like U.F.O.s ..... they remind me of the movies... looks like the "training" helps to acclimatize the right of the onlooker to be in disgust; .. --and, yet it makes a dream come true for Jane.. but, again.. Just a guess..
The monster has also found new owners... it ran away.. much too.. LONG ago.
Jane plays the guitar... he does it welll... she makes him forget about the monster, but it never leaves Jane's mind...Jane wants to hunt down the monster, but the fractured jaw, prevents this from happening... (the horse reappears, and guacamole stool hits a passing leaf... the wind hovers briefly as the steam makes a heat trail in the morning, brisk weather)

chapter IV


Chapter IV
THE LAIR
"Yes .. the monster lives in the lair... ha ha ha ha.. it is trapped".......~ The cage feels heavy at first for the monster. In turn, the monster itself, unpreventably becomes a part of the cage........ It slumbers for a while.. it isn't aware of it's own state, and, laffably; feels no threat..." yes....... ready for the slaying... "
She is sheltered, for the beast is too weak to touch her, and at it's greatest strength; she would surrender willingly.... He worries about the temptation... the sudden ,undesirable feeling of aloneness creeping back..... but she loves him still....(all of a sudden , everyone realizes that her thoughts are just a guess.. because nobody knew what Jane was thinking) she is not here... still.. ~Jane pauses, and picks up a pill.
"ohhhh.. Chilly in here" , he reflects..... His thoughts wander, and he sits down at the lair dining room... he drifts into slow, pensive thought, almost meditation, but; with a pulse.... he releases the Lock on the chair to pull it back on it's specially designed *floor gliding rail* which allows the chair to never cause that grinding sound that chairs on a tile floor seem to make... Jane was proud of that idea... he designed the Lair.. and now, it housed a silly contorsion of inadequacy.... the Lair is actually quite awesome, and, in grand measures, actually....
The floors are giant circuit boards , made out of steel, sitting on a metal frame , which serves as a floor... the lair is founded on solid bedrock, and re-enforced with solid stone brickwork... the interior is a vague comparison to Fred Flintstone's domain... Tile helps the effect of normalcy, and the weight alone, caused a major delay in the building process of the Lair , and called for an ingenius idea which cannot be revealed at this point... but I can assure you that there ARE quantom physics involved in it.
Jane has no idea whether any of the things he does are productive, or archetypal.. but he is aware of his responsibility...and it is ok to make your environment a place you want to hang in....
"Is the monster trapped for good?" she asks.. "I promise"... he slowly looks away, as the awkward silence deafens the crowd... she hinges on her tiptoes... toward him.. he blinks and smiles... his face goes sad.... the monster groans...
*end of chapter*
The room was disheveled... the smell of sex filled its' every corner... the drapes were slightly drawn, and the sun shone in through the cigarrette smoke...
Fast forward a hundred years; The couple stands on a street corner, with barely visible shreds of shoes on their feet... the rest of the cattle were grazing... yeah.. they were fucked... but they were still smiling... reverse back a hundred years. And it is not altogether different... the room sits atop the second staircase, on the seventh corner street in the multiplex condo-compound, sheep shelter-society advocated self imprisonment of a dwelling. The kinda place one needs escape from , if unwillingly put there.
But they smile too... "the monsters are lurking, and dwelling on words. actions.." he mumbles to himself... the soft droning of the stereo awakens his drive.. he remembers the songs he sang to her. and, ............ pauses. "my longing to be is a wave on the sea.. I'm just a guy with a guitar in his hand".
She is there ... blazen awake... her fingertips burning with wanton lust. Her senseless screaming awakens him. It drives his arousal.... the stench of the meager surroundings seems less important... the shallow dips in the floor add to the rythm of their fidgeting.... they face each other, and stride forward, only to retreat as they pace ....... The wind throws open a window, the blaring stereo next door fills the room , it breaks their concentration , and they wander off... frustrated. Fast forward a hundred years....
She fights him off.... she tries... it is impossible... she sees his monsters , and they make her fierce.... she reluctantly wanders near him. The scene is quaint; nothing really wrong here... they smile, and she crunches up her nose the way he likes, and, she wears the shirt with the loose collar... she bends over purposefully to be coy, her blouse falls slightly open, and he resists the urge not to look. and steals a glance....... they are again , In love.... a blue sky fades out...
A Shadowhorse strides through the valley.
She is Beautiful. He despairs. The monster is not dead. it dwells further embedded beside them... It never sleeps... there are the others who distracted them. It makes him mean to her. It has no purpose but, for torture it exists. "The MONSTER NEEDS TO FUCKING DIE!!!" Behold the epiphany..."it's never me" Jane thinks to himself, and thus, for once revealing what he thinks... not any longer a guess... just there.. and therefore, true.
*end of chapter*
************ ****** Chapter VI** *********

The monster hates his bliss... the monster is jealous... "I wish I were him" ..the sad beast thinks....... "I wish I had what he has... I want his clout... I want his woman"
Jane, the creator of the monster, begins to wonder how much everything would change if the monster were not created... ... he opened the door... he guided it through the maze... fed it bones, and rotten mice... yeah... he he he.. Rotten mice... "hmmmm" Jane thinks.....
Rotten.
"What a laugh!! it seems the beast has yet again fooled itself into thinking it had been freed... when in reality it was just beginning to discern why it hurts so. " His roaring laughter echoed through the thick walls of the dungeon whence the lair hid.
*at this point*
it should be made clear that there is no need for panic. The lonelyness of the beast causes it to want to destroy hope... and Jane should feel remorse. It is noted that Jane was just one year ago guilty of the same thing, but to a different, more humane level... the insults and derrogatory statements wer concealed behind a line... Jane drew it, and the monster has crossed it... "pity it wasn't heeded... got to behead those".................................. " yeah... liquidated . Defective......."
so many days spent building back from the ashes to find a worse condition when so much had been done. It saddens Jane, but it does not phase him... his drive is the same.. "A new monster" ... "yes... a troll instead"
the beast cries..... it reckons that it shall spend the time foreboding alone, and angry.... hurt by its own hatred... by it's green envy... it's eyes capturing the hue of it's emotion........salivating for freedom... for respect... for acknowledgement...... knowing the wrong path is hard to veer from.... foreboding it's own demise...
knowing itself indeed IS .......................defective.
A sad thing indeed..
Jane counts down the minutes..
*end of chapter*

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I'ts Alive by Gene Artr , in word pad book form.. (much easier to read if you download it here)