The BibleA Story by Ben MJohn approached the colors and they said to him "You are now a god of unimaginable power" He looked at the colors "I want to go home" - The night was dark and humid outside the penthouse of gold and glass and John felt sticky He looked down at the figure beneath him, squirming like a rabbit He stood up with a splash The other one vanished before him like powdered sugar and John sighed "Another f*****g gone wrong" And then he was - Johns feet walked on the twisting path up the hill. His backpack was heavy and he looked back at his friends, sweating and gleaming in the twin suns He smiled at them and they howled -
Poor John, he was going to die. Spikes moved in on him from both sides and he sighed for what might be the last time Then he heard a small furry voice "Follow me" John just wanted to be away from everything at once He followed - gone, swirling and slipping and then he was metallic in a great big vehicle that shouldnt exist He looked over and saw what he dreaded Seven looming figures They spoke in perfect harmony It was hypnotic to poor John "Welcome aboard young flesh Would you help us find it?" Hazy and bright he couldnt see a thing "Um" John stuttered out like a river being stepped on "You want to help us" the seven said "Yes" - A woman found peace in blackness. She was glad to be rid of men and torturous bright for her whole life had been a sham She had known John They had been good friends for 7 years Never once had they told the truth to each other They fucked heavy, hard She disappeared "The blackness is better" she said No sound came out - How does it feel? To be without a home? Like a complete unknown, Like a rolling stone. Bob Dylan / John blinked at the furry man in front of his eyes "Why would you want to help me? Its very dangerous, what I'm doing. You'll probably die" The furry man looked at him "I'm pretty bored" - And so the figures tried to explain to John what he must do John you must find something they tried to say but John was somewhere else entirely They pushed him back in "John, please, you are the only one left" "I'd like to go home" John said plain "You must first find something for us" They all said "Why is that" "Because we need something" "Okay" And then John understood, because they told his mind what he was to do - The music started soft, it was beautiful voices swirled and the bars blew out in perfect sounds John was delighted, obviously His furry man shook him "Dont listen, its bad" He shouted But John was lost in the world of the music it was a world of mirrors In every mirror there was John And John And John And John looked perfect and everyone saw and loved John and talked about John And John And John And John And the sun was so bright, everything is just perfect John please come back And John John please we need you And John And John woke up and he was back in the world he hated The dark, rusty tree world where he wasnt wanted Where he didnt belong He didnt know where he was John was lost - John had many friends back there He forget them for a time But they remembered him They talked about him often "Where is that b*****d?" "What happened to that s**t?" Then they were nice. "He was such a nice guy" "I miss him" "John was a great friend" John had no real friends He lived in a big penthouse of gold and glass and echoes He threw parties and did drugs but was sad a lot Poor John and now hes gone - "Hello, I am Francis" said the furry man. He was small to John but maybe to him John was a giant "Do I look like a giant to you, Francis?" asked John The furry man smiled "You look very small to me John" It was at this point that John realized not everything in the universe was right Not everything was through his eyes Perhaps to some creature somewhere far off A flower is ugly And atoms are purple And everyone and everywhere is exploding, all the time "It's tough, being alive" John said Francis smiled - The hill was so alive and bursting At the top was a big see-through building with lots of beautiful plants And bugs So John, and the furry man, and pink man went in And found delightful music - Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the spaces between the notes and curl my back to loneliness. Maya Angelou / It had been a long time since John had been normal But he was out of luck He kicked at the bony ground And buckled his teeth "I am very hungry" - His seven metallic friends looked at John and sang to him "Do you see?" "Yes, yes I do" John whispered to them "Can you help?" "Yes" "Remember when god created the world?" "No, I do not" John said slowly "There was nothing before that. Not us or you Just nothing We can see back then now Its dark And cold And lonely Were lucky to be here But God has abandoned us We need your help John Your the only one that can help everyone You need to help us find it, so that we can help you make it better" "Yes" John said - His journey had been long and really hard His feet hurt John and Francis and their new pink friend had been in many big battles Like the battle of the year 7831296 and the battle of the year 296100007543825 John thought for a moment He stopped walking and looked at his friends "Time is like a big piece of paper extending in all directions And we're stuck in the center" - This was about the fifth time John had died This time he had been shot In a bar And as he tumbled into dark he thought "Am I finally done?" But the rocky, endless, undefinable Nightmare world he constantly explored Pulled him back And spat in his face "Not this time, you little s**t You aint done yet No ones ever done Not in this world" John was so tired - See John and his friends had seen just about everything In fact, John could count what he hadnt seen He saw a lot of things maybe he imagined them Its hard to tell He was lucky he had his friends Because if he didnt How would he be real? - The figures shined at him "You will live Until you're done" - Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment. Buddha / John saw a million things at once - Him and Francis had been searching and searching Francis didn't talk much But he searched like a pro John often forget what they were searching for But then he remembered He didn't know He had never known It was difficult to be sure of anything John tripped and fell on his face He then realized that it doesnt matter if he really exists If anything is real If what he's doing matters He's doing it And that's that He looked up Francis was gone And back again - Quite a long time after some event John and Francis one night heard of a man who could find anything His name was 65 ICU Hard Drive And he was pink - John sat at a bar with his dirty friends. They laughed and John laughed too. He detested them. They went to his house and stayed up way too late. None of them really had a lot of fun. They had a lot of sex. Later, John disappeared. - John's eyes gazed upon it It was yesterday he had started searching Or the beginning of time It was the end of time now Sand blew in his eyes John picked up the thing that was his life And he was gone - John didnt know anything about Francis or 65 ICU Hard Drive They all read books together And sang songs at night Newspapers wrote about them: "THREE YOUNG ADVENTURERS ON QUEST" "INSANE CREATURES LOOSE IN THE LAND" "65 ICU HARD DRIVE AND TWO OTHERS SEARCH FOR AN UNNAMABLE TREASURE" oh yes, John and his band of adventurers became quite famous One day, Francis asked John what he thought about being famous, about being on TV. They made products after them. Everyone talked about them. "What do I care?" - Seven metallic figures Sat together They blended into one Like water A million years bubbled inside of them - There's a lot of light all the time But people don't usually notice People look down instead of up Which is interesting Because 100 percent of everything Is above you - John, 65 ICU Hard Drive and Francis walked into a small town found their way into a building Everyone was drinking Here, come have some they offered Of course John, 65 ICU Hard Drive and Francis accepted And so they stayed there a long time John felt bright and big And real - All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours. Aldous Huxley / John had expected his journey to be easy. The metallic men had lied to him They seemed so long ago He had looked everywhere They had taken him somewhere and said "Find it" and left but that was a million years ago - John and Francis entered a big cave It was wet and drippy inside They walked through it The passages seemed to go on forever It was so confusing Suddenly, Francis and John happened upon a wet pool John stuck his finger into the water It wasnt hot or cold - Before time There was a big black thing Before that There wasn't even a big black thing There was no color There was no nothing And then a spark A big smiling man With white skin And blonde hair And blue eyes Made everything happen His name was God - Francis opened a small book one night "This is something I wrote: Voices rang out Like birds They soared From the ground Up to the stars The world is a big old place" 65 ICU Hard Drive weeped. John had forgotten what singing was and had fallen asleep - "Hows the water" John looked up "I dont know" Francis smiled And broke apart into a million pieces - John jumps over fires WIth only little rocks for his feet And his hair gets hot And he burns up - Surf's up. Aboard a tidal wave. Brian Wilson / After John did it He closed his eyes And he was back with the metallic men But they were different now They were big and glass Like his old house His penthouse of gold and glass and echoes and hurt It seems so long ago They were changing all the time They were colors And they said things John didnt understand He put what he found before them John felt different John was done John was. He felt something changing in the big ship the room that shouldnt be The air was getting harder He could see between things That didnt exist he looked at the colors - How strange it is to be anything at all. Neutral Milk Hotel - © 2011 Ben MFeatured Review
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