A police cruiser was parked on the side adjacent to the billboard. It's familiar black and white features had been seen on countless commercials and advertisements as well as many movies. This car was in every detail the real thing, except like everything else in Hollywood it was real fake.
The woman began to babble. "Why can't I shoot this gun off?"She looked directly at her father as she spoke.
In the distance a figure cloaked in a heavy winter coat called out. "She is going to shoot you! She is crazy! Hindsight being what it is you should never dress up that nut in even a securtity guard outfit." The woman stopped caressing the leather on the her holster and the man vanished.
"Just relax, there is no reason for you to say that the man was not going to do anything- and besides, he's gone now; he reasoned. The father regained his composure and began to talk his daughter into another costume change. What do you do when you are off duty?" The woman covered her uniform up with another costume. I sleep in this costume daddy! I hypnotized myself to never take it off!"
The man contined to walk and talk with his daughter.
I do not know why you are like this;the man said. I wish I knew what the matter with you was. You- talk in circles sometimes until I cannot understand anything you are saying.
"Can't you just stop!?"
Stop to go on; she said to herself.
The woman clicked her teeth rapidly and ground her top teeth against the bottom teeth. You could hear the scraping of the two against each-other. Her eye's were wide an wild looking. She wore a lurid grin, and the expanse of her white teeth could be seen at the same time. She shoved both hands in her overcoat pocket that she was suddenly wearing and the father's the coat matched stitch for stitch.
"My turn for make-up; My turn ! " The younger woman completely denuded herself - right in front of a row of newspaper terminals." The man quickly rushed over to her and covered her in a costume. "A little slower- daddy";she said.
They began an intricate minute dance changing places to pick up articles of clothing or costuming to symbolize or represent thoughts that were on the minds at the time or in the past as memories. This is the same bad dream I had before. The figures barely visable silhouetted themselves against the shadows of the night. Maybe if you quiet your minds, all of you, the thoughts you are having will dissapate.
They alll seemed locked in thoughts and where gone before they got back to speak. What is wrong with all of you? I cannot stay here and listen to thoughts all night long. Your past caught up with you is that it. Unfocused said to stop!
"The Unfocused one is wrong!"
"How can you test people for something without justification?"
"You cannot test something until you cause it to happen!"
"What's the point?"
Gleaming daggars appeared over their heads an the pints seemed much sharper than they had to be. You all have an extremely sharp point that you are making but it isn't necessary so point that at yourselves- please! I joined on a volunteer basis!"
So what this is you think is another all niter where you accomplish nothing at all
but to un-nerve moi,- me into a fight or flight sitituation is that it!"
"Where is the tree you nuts fell from!"
"I need sleep!" I can't tell you the last time I saw this many pointless jesters finally pointing at me! The other thing is that it's some annoying word game that you insist on playing. Worse than the children you've become! I fail to see why you carry on unless this endless trance has some significance. Is it financial?
I thought you were fairly well off. Of course there is the money that you all owe me. Are you insured?" Who will you leave your money to when the end happens?"
Not possiable. It's possiable that with all your money you're worried about something that is not going to happen.
Wow! Are you doing people for the insurance!" That would be alot of people but the pay off would not be enough to do one person. It's not worth it. Crime does not pay!"
You sound a little scared. There's nothing I wouldn't do for $600,000.00- including the homeless!"
"The gun pointed itself at me I guess your just holding it!"
This guns is a camera, it takes pictures- not lives!"
"Guns that shoot backwards! Everyone dropped their weopons on the floor and backed away from them."
I need sleep. Not the rest in peace kind! Just sleep- without nuts hovering over me like I fell asleep in yaght damn mental institution.
Is is it possiable to do that? Endless clothing changes. You are trying to drive me crazy!Now who would stay in the car long enough to get there?
I would get out - long before we got to crazy.
When does this thing resove itself?
You cannot hide from what you have done. The guilt will eat at you..... Literally!"
'THE POINT!",
the group grabbed their weopons and held them high over their heads.
Do that to yourselves!; said BlueEgypt. I decided no to run that far!However the time alone did clear my head.
"Roll out!" The group appeared and Matahari turned , then closed his eye's.
You still trying to sleep?"
The Chief appeared.
Nix. The group remained motionless. Matahari; Double Egyptian Dog, Blue Egypt
all waited silently for a command or even a gesture from the Chief to signify that he was all right.
"I hearby make you all Chiefs";said the Chief.
What? Who! If, But.........Why?
That day is today. You have chosen to defend your country and everything that the flag stands for liberty, justice, the pursuit of happiness, the unalienable rights all men and women being created equal- all of it!"
The Unfocused One is out there. Your mission. You'll keep the Cheif rank if you decide to accept it.
The group looked at each-other in the dark.
Matahari said Triptafanic Acid.
The group remained "It's not possiable!;whispered Double Egyptian Dog.
No in fighting!
They held their positions.
What about pay- he mentioned how we are supposed to survive or anything!
"Quiet!"; whispered Matahari.
"What happened to our daughters!"
You slept with me, said one of the woman.
I did not;said the man.
You slept with me!;said one of the daughters.
I did not!;said the man.
I told them to do that;said the wife. I didn't think that you would do anything.
The two women looked at each-other and laughed.
The man turned his clothes inside out. A green string bean hit the ground and he muttered to himself. "My father.
Standing there was a tall man in drag. His features were not as soft as they could be.
I want your power;muttered the wife.
She turned towards her husband; and your clothes.
Tie your ovaries!
I'm a strong woman. I believe that a woman could run the world.
Why not?
If I could I'd run the Olympics- and run the country.
Which part of the dream is real?
We are not married anymore.
I could pretend to be married to you and you would never know it.
Just give me the power!
Why did you take the deprogramming speech?
Because I wanted to understand it privately. That way I could confuse you as a test. I'm never going to tell you the truth!
I took the deprogramming speech because I was scared! I love money for no reason on earth except to have more than I need.Diamonds;furs....
"Don't ask me about God. I don't even want to shock you about how I feel about that right now.
I want an army. I want power!
You are pathetic. You change your clothing and take drugs all day long. I don't understand you or myself anymore.
What makes you think that I know what I'm doing.
Let me dress like you for a while!
The man changed his clothing again. This time he resembled a famous person.
Now your stealing famous faces again!
With that the woman put on clothing that was very similar.
Now there are two!
Three!;said the distant daughter.
Four!;said the other daughter.
What a bizzare way to go. If you blink it looks like everything is just fine.The Calvery is here!
But what's going on in reality?
With that the man changed his clothing into an ornate golden preist robe.
A golden chalice in his left hand he carelessly filled it with wine.
I'm a demonologist!" I worship the devil!" He laughed in a hysterical way and ambled towards a fold up table.
Blue Egypt put the phone down and let it hang by its metalic cord.
Did anybody find out how we are supposed to exist! He was crouched and not holding the phone reciever.
Money obviously being the root of all evil, it just seems that all the bad guy's keep getting the money and the lead roles.
Nobody wants to do anything nice because there's nothing to motivate him or her into doing so.
So you can't find out anything about the....
So anyway tell the credw that it's going to be another fine day in the United States.
Blue Egypt picked up the receiver and gently placed it on it's cradle.
The Chief looked up at the man."Pay your rent, do you hear me! Pay it!"
The man walked away and said nothing. In the background homeless people could be seen walking back and forth. Some of them were talking to themselves. Their clothing was stained and unclean.
We need to clean up this town with a show for the poor. We can clothe them and shelter them.
No. Not another concert of death!The man came to his senses breifly.
Is that what it was?
"I can't do anything with my daughters; the Chief lamented.
So just deal with them. What's the harm? A few broadway shows,a commercial here or there.... The mans' voice trailed off.
The man looked as though this might be a solution to a terriable and grave threat to our way of life in this country. I'll place them under house arrest. Take them every where with me. Where ever I go,- They go!
We are a family.
That band-aid solution all you can do?
SPACE
What do we know about her violent tendencies? Matahari looked around and the room and fell against al large tree that was standing in the middle of the park. "Well she did have a tendency to reclassify real estate until it looked like government property to the computers. "Look. She was not by herself. She has a sister.
Oh yes the victim! That's supposed to meake us feel like it's a rescue mission I suppose. I'm at a loss to understand them or their father;he has to realize these things for himself as well.
"Yeah rank has it's privileges.
So we know a couple of things so far genuis.
Yes, yes drive-by my man please enlighten us to violence for chariots sake!
She experimented on prisoners, homeless people, and anyone else that did not fit into her political philosophy.
What about the Chief,- I mean with his power who only knows that.
Remember Felonious Monk, I mean he was talking directly to him.
Just like we were.
So, where does that leave us?
What if he pushes the big button and takes off by himself?
Yeah! Knucles under to his daughters and goes with their plan!
Smart one please tell us what that plan was.
Well as close as we can understand her ranting, she wanted to overthrow the government by taking mind control over her father who is the Cheif. Learned techniques acquired and tested daily by his wife.
Matahari is it possiable that you are trying to get us all waxed?
Noboy can discuss these problems.
Why us?
Because we are Americans. Because we have a United States Constitution to uphold.
The patriotism of what the American flag stands for. The American bald eagle!
Don't forget Chevrolet and Apple Pie!
Matahari glared for a moment.
I'm serious!
No in joking.
Why is this situation so hard to believe?A man in the Chiefs position has got all kinds of security.
Problem being that the Unfocused One has the same security right now.
So it's a hostage situation, is that it?
I'm afraid that it's a situation that we have to report to our government. Private intervention would be a disaster.
What could we do with the money anyway?
At best we'd have to return to work like all the other Americans that don't know what's going on.
You mean to tell me that this gy strolls into peoples lives, gives out a bunch of problems to everyone of us in the form of his relations with his relatives, and a failed marriage, then he gives us no income to live on while we are fighting to save his life, and finally the solution that he gives us is famous faces that keep her occupied long enough to be tranquil.
Last week he dressed both of them up like can can girls.
we know what we know about the situation.
We are Americans, which is an advantage that we have over some of the other people. What was the common thread that held itself together for all the so-called victims? 