I picked up the metal pipe and began running and hobbling away from the carnival area … towards … and into the dark woods. … As he went through the woods … careful not to trip again but as fast as he could … I looked behind and saw McAndrews running as fast as he could.

As we both ran through the bleak black woods … I was amazed at the old man's determination … which seemed to be fueled by more than just the electrical energy inside him. … McAndrews was driven by psychological demons to a state of delirium … what was that I wondered … even as I was rushing through the woods to get away from him. … I began to get tired … and I was still in a lot of pain from my ankle … but I had to keep running.

Soon, I reached the edge of the woods and came to the shore of a large lake. … The moon's light glistened like silver on the water. … Suddenly, I could hear McAndrews running through the deep dark woods… and as I turned, I saw the old man charge at me in utter rage with the knife.

As I looked at Abe … employing employers from England … there stood and shaked and shivered and stammered Gary the Giant Man-child … the electrical version of him anyway … a little boy's face … worried … nervous … anxiety attack shown through …

… and once I made eye to eye contact with Gary's electrical self … he virbrated and shaked Abe's body with sudden shock and violence that Abe became immediately frozen … like a statue stoned to death by other stone statues …

- I like this one here … I told myself without thinking of it myself … that caught me by surprise … What would you take for the sum of Sundry other castles if you we gave you this wretch of a choleria student … this maniac of men … and the Queen's Good Word?

- I sir, do not believe you could vouchsafe the Good Word of the Queen. … You, Mr. Shakespeare –

- William Shakespeare, at your service and this nation's service, too –

- Yes, yes, I know who you are … your Scandals proceed yourself. … And those scandals are in relation to the Queen of England and the Church of God … you, sir, are a heretic, thief, liar, libertine, brigand, double-crossing scoundrel, … with no religion itself for The DZevil's.

I shrugged my shoulders … didn't detract … well, yes I did … time. … In that moment,

- Master! Gary screamed in excitement … his voice screeching through the electromagnetic field. Master! It's me, Caliban! Your trusted Servant!

- Master? I asked. I'm nobody's master.

- Talent. Extraordinary talent.

- Why thank you.

- Don't you remember me??? … I came ov the standard nevermore callous club. Guption Gallows the Groupies. Here … let me get out and show you in the flesh …

- Noooo … Gary, Nooo! … Abe screamed while ibn hbgn, ghjlk. gGary, no you can do that … just not that, ok, nuy ew …

- No, no, no, Master Shakespeare … you must.

- Master Shakespeare?

- Don't you recognize me? I was your most trusted servant!

- Were you all misshaped electricity back then too? With a faint semblance of human form?

- … Huh? … Now … now you're making fun of me … Again!

- No, no I'm not, and I'm definitely not William Shakespeare, however much of a cool cat he was.

-You-you-you you’re m-m-m-aking fun of me! You’re making fun of me! You’re torturing me!

One thing which BBC has been known for is promoting an agenda. Such as trying to ignore or belittle geniuses such as Gensis P. Orridge. Mark E. Smith, and Howard De Voto. (the one with the sea otters in this sea story.)

Sea otters? What sea otters?

As Gary began to have one of his electrical anxiety attacks … it was definitely too much for him to handle this time … He was literally twisting through the air … spin, spin, spin … downwards … spin … down … twist down … the Downward Spiral … going faster and faster and faster ...

Electricity shot out everyone … shot out like insane knives … cutting the air … the air was bleeding … crazy I know but I saw what I saw … the air bled … some electricity hit me but didn’t do anything … strange … the air was being cut and was bleeding but I wasn’t … huh …

Abe, though … was being ripped to shreds …
Abe’s body had been torn to pieces by the salami inside frigid gang members … torn, torn, torn … shredded to pieces … slice, slice, slice, … cut, cut, cut …

Uugghhhhh …
It was gruesome …

Splat, splat, splat … blood going everywhere … Abe’s body sliced into shreds like that was horrible … poor old man … fuck … why more violence? … Why more death? …

I ran away as soon as Abe’s body began to get cut into little roast beef slices … ready to be put into someone’s Subway sandwich … I dodged his meat flying through the air … splat … splat … as his body parts … all cut up … hit tree after tree after tree …

I was able to dodge most of his body pieces … but some … splat … splat … hit my back and legs as I ran away …

Some pieces … I think it was chunks of his skull … they were fairly large and hard … hit me in the head … three pieces of his skull … and by the third skull piece … I was knocked out …

I woke up in the morning …
I looked around … Abe’s cut up body was everywhere … oh fuck … oh fuck … a horrible fucking sight …

I ran out of there as fast as I could … and back to the carnival area … perhaps I could find a vehicle I could use … I saw my car had a note on it, from Gary …

Master Shakespeare,

I’m sorry to abandon you once again but … I … I … I ran away with a group of traveling Catholic nuns … who worship Satan … which they tell me they all do behind closed doors … I had no idea the Roman Catholic Church was the first and real and true Church of Satan … did you? … Anyway, this is the second time you’ve hurt my feelings … sniff, sniff … again … how could you? Well, I can’t take it anymore … you must find a new servant … I’m sorry. I wish you well in your travels.

Sincerely,
Caliban.

My car was unusable because the tires were deflated by Abe and Gary … I walked over to Abe’s vehicle but of course no keys inside …
It was hitch-hiking time … I better find a ride soon … Abe’s cut up and shredded to tiny bits body was all over that area near the lake …
After changing my clothes …

I went to the back of my station wagon and took out my bag, which had my clothes and shit in it … after changing behind one of the buildings there, I went over to the road, walking down the right side with my thumb out … feeling like Kerouac and Kafka mixed into one … and I eventually got a ride … from some nice but annoying upstate New York religious nut …

I leaned on myself … swam through various visions of the grandeur of life … light on fire the evening … since we went higher and higher as the journey to the end of the night kept going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going

… and then … as the journey to the end of the night kept going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going …

… and then I crept closer to Montreal … Quebec … Canada … Where I would soon meet Rosie's Russian Lady Friend … and then … as the journey to the end of the night kept going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going …

… I felt like anointing myself with something after … this … then that … here there and everywhere …

… what a poor sod that McAndrews fellow he was … poor, poor sod … so lonely … so fragile and pathetic and pine needles … pick the pine needles on Sunday and then hope to find then fund five dollars departed doomsday dinner?

… and now … me … what was I going to do? Would the people I loved, my mother, Alma, others … would they be no more in my life?

… and then God spake onto Itself … which was every-U-one … absolUtely everyone … in everything … God Spake! Shush! God Spake! And this was what was said …



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