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    AdmiralAckbar posted on Feb 23, 2009 1:39:48 PM - Report post
     
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    Joshua will have stretched a next thunder by the hospital by the time cows start falling out of the sky.

    I object!

    Ayy lmao
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    Dhampy posted on Feb 23, 2009 2:50:38 PM - Report post
     
    Charles Freck, becoming progressively more and more depressed by what was happening to
    everybody he knew, decided finally to off himself. There was no problem, in the circles where he
    hung out, in putting an end to yourself; you just bought into a large quantity of reds and took them
    with some cheap wine, late at night, with the phone off the hook so no one would interrupt you.
    The planning part had to do with the artifacts you wanted found on you by later archeologists. So
    they'd know from which stratum you came. And also could piece together where your head had
    been at the time you did it.

    He spent several days deciding on the artifacts. Much longer than he had spent deciding to kill
    himself, and approximately the same time required to get that many reds. He would be found lying on
    his back, on his bed, with a copy of Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead (which would prove he had
    been a misunderstood superman rejected by the masses and so, in a sense, murdered by their scorn)
    and an unfinished letter to Exxon protesting the cancellation of his gas credit card. That way he
    would indict the system and achieve something by his death, over and above what the death itself
    achieved.

    Actually, he was not as sure in his mind what the death achieved as what the two artifacts
    achieved; but anyhow it all added up, and he began to make ready, like an animal sensing its time has
    come and acting out its instinctive programming, laid down by nature, when its inevitable end was
    near.

    At the last moment (as end-time closed in on him) he changed his mind on a decisive issue and
    decided to drink the reds down with a connoisseur wine instead of Ripple or Thunderbird, so he set
    off on one last drive, over to Trader Joe's, which specialized in fine wines, and bought a bottle of
    1971 Mondavi Cabernet Sauvignon, which set him back almost thirty dollars--all he had.
    Back home again, he uncorked the wine, let it breathe, drank a few glasses of it, spent a few
    minutes contemplating his favorite page of The Illustrated Picture Book of Sex, which showed the
    girl on top, then placed the plastic bag of reds beside his bed, lay down with the Ayn Rand book and
    unfinished protest letter to Exxon, tried to think of something meaningful but could not, although he
    kept remembering the girl being on top, and then, with a glass of the Cabernet Sauvignon, gulped
    down all the reds at once. After that, the deed being done, he lay back, the Ayn Rand book and
    letter on his chest, and waited.

    However, he had been burned. The capsules were not barbiturates, as represented. They were
    some kind of kinky psychedelics, of a type he had never dropped before, probably a mixture, and
    new on the market. Instead of quietly suffocating, Charles Freck began to hallucinate. Well, he
    thought philosophically, this is the story of my life. Always ripped off. He had to face the fact--
    considering how many of the capsules he had swallowed--that he was in for some trip.

    The next thing he knew, a creature from between dimensions was standing beside his bed looking
    down at him disapprovingly.

    The creature had many eyes, all over it, ultra-modern expensive-looking clothing, and rose up
    eight feet high. Also, it carried an enormous scroll.

    "You're going to read me my sins," Charles Freck said.

    The creature nodded and unsealed the scroll.

    Freck said, lying helpless on his bed, "and it's going to take a hundred thousand hours."

    Fixing its many compound eyes on him, the creature from between dimensions said, "We are no
    longer in the mundane universe. Lower-plane categories of material existence such as 'space' and
    'time' no longer apply to you. You have been elevated to the transcendent realm. Your sins will be
    read to you ceaselessly, in shifts, throughout eternity. The list will never end."

    Know your dealer, Charles Freck thought, and wished he could take back the last half-hour of
    his life.

    A thousand years later he was still lying there on his bed with the Ayn Rand book and the letter to
    Exxon on his chest, listening to them read his sins to him. They had gotten up to the first grade, when
    he was six years old.

    Ten thousand years later they had reached the sixth grade.

    The year he had discovered masturbation.

    He shut his eyes, but he could still see the multi-eyed, eight-foot-high being with its endless scroll
    reading on and on.

    "And next--" it was saying.

    Charles Freck thought, At least I got a good wine.
    In the end they will lay their freedom at our feet and say to us, 'Make us your slaves, but feed us.'

    List of CHU'ers on deviantART--SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL DEVIANTS!

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    Serivor posted on Feb 23, 2009 3:56:38 PM - Report post
     
    You don't seriously expect me to read that do you?
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    elle_sweetheart posted on Feb 23, 2009 4:01:42 PM - Report post
     
    I read it.
    very pointless.
    kinda ends dumb
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    Dhampy posted on Feb 23, 2009 4:07:27 PM - Report post
     
    It's from a classic of literature. And it is HILARIOUS!
    In the end they will lay their freedom at our feet and say to us, 'Make us your slaves, but feed us.'

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    elle_sweetheart posted on Feb 23, 2009 4:09:47 PM - Report post
     
    alrighty then. sorry for doubting it..

    right back atcha.
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    Elite posted on Feb 23, 2009 6:18:30 PM - Report post
     
    quote:
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    It's from a classic of literature. And it is HILARIOUS!

    NO
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    He's been here for so long yet he's only made himself known once with Eliteitude...after that...not much else.

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    Serivor posted on Feb 23, 2009 6:19:32 PM - Report post
     
    quote:
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    It's from a classic of literature. And it is HILARIOUS!

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