Prophesy My Ass
The last of the great oak felled, then they asked me “what next”?, “what next?” I exclaimed.“I get laid”, “drunk and then lost”, “I owe money”. “No you don’t understand” they cried, “what next for us?”. “Don’t ask me” I said, “I’m just a lumberjack”, “but you must care” cried the old man. “Care about nature”, “the forest”, “us and our future”. ”Look old man” I said, pointing at the barren forest, “I was called in to do a job ,because no one else had the balls to do this”. “Hey it ain’t easy either old man, trust me”. Then he went in to some crazy story, about some prophesy, and that I was the chosen one. That I was a saviour, “hah me a saviour that’s funny“. Then I told them “not to worry and that “people say there were plenty of forests up north”. “No” the old man cried “you must stay”, he grabbed me by the shirt and his grand daughter who I must say is a babe pulled him off. Then I got in my truck, the last thing I saw in my rear view mirror was the old man crying and his hot granddaughter comforting him. Maybe I shoulda listened, maybe I shoulda stayed, but hey, a guy has got to get paid.
Like I told the old man and his grand daughter, “there was plenty of wood up north”, so that’s where I headed, north. I’m a rare breed these day’s, many people are afraid to cut down a tree. Some even say it’s superstitious, well I say “bullshit”. I know the world’s forests are depleting, and sooner or later they’ll be gone, but as long as I can make an easy dollar, I’ll be choppin’ those mothers down.
They say that if you have at least one talent, then make some money from it. I know the world is dying, and there ain’t many species left, but hey, us humans are resilient fuckers. We’ve some how managed to get through four world wars, and an alien invasion. Those jerks thought we were a push over, but we showed them extra terrestrial freaks a thing or two .Coming down here to our planet, spreading an intergalactic message of peace and love, hippie sons of bitches. They soon learned not to mess with us. My parents were part of the resistance, they even kept one of those alien fuckers prisoner. He preached and preached, then begged. He wouldn’t touch what my folks offered him, “ungrateful bastard”. He lasted about nine months and died one day, “not so great now are ya, you space bastard!”.
Lumberjacks blood runs through my veins I remember when I got my first real axe I was just six years old, and I pleaded with my parents to get me one for my birthday. I was chopping everything up, I almost brought the house down one time. Ma was always screaming at me, and when ever a cat got himself stuck up a tree, guess who’d be there to help out? So I grew up and I travelled the globe looking for work, I suppose I shoulda listened to that old man.
“But you didn’t” said some old timer, “no he was just a crazy old codger, just like you”, I said smiling. “He’ll find himself a new saviour” I said, all sure of myself. “But what if he don’t young feller?”, hollered fat Jack Carmichael. “Well it ain’t my fault, I blame the gods if things go shit ways for him”, I said I in a low voice. “Speak up god damn it” said the old timer. Then I stood up, finished my drink and told everyone that I’d see them later. As I got to the entrance the old timer called and I turned around, then he said “if not for the old man at least for his granddaughter“. “You’ve got nothing to lose” added Fat Jack. “You’ve got nothing to lose” I thought to myself, as I drove through the mist. Maybe I should help the old man, his granddaughter would be so grateful, that she’d fall for me. “Nah” I thought, if she were to set eyes on me she’d freak out, her grampa’s probably on his death bed asking for me. I’ve probably made the biggest mistake in my life but then again, I’ll never truly know.
Get a Life
He’s an average guy, but I’m not sure about his temperament. I know I’m in control here, but depending on his location how do I choose? Should I make him so average, that one day, after working for god only knows how long. In a useless and demeaning job, that with a quantum decision just up and leaves, just ups and leaves, no good bye or see ya later. A decision that wasn’t totally spontaneous of course, but so fucking brave, so fucking astounding, that the ones left behind are left stunned. With their mouths wide open, amazed by this act of selfishness.
Well they would say things about him, without him to divulge any causes or reasons. Why an average Joe with the dull suit, car, home and job would just vanish in to thin air? Hah they’re all simply fucked, fucked sideways, ass ways and ways they couldn’t even begin to imagine .Then they’ll say that he’s stupid, stupid to give up such a reputable, repetitive, repulsive career. The car, the dream, the two weeks, unpaid of course, in a sunny distant land. The health care plan with a discount of five, yes you heard five percent, after a quarter of a century, of non – stop mind numbing, laborious, unnecessary work.
But why? The whining and bitching from the machines. Why the concern or attempted concern? You folks should be happy, you should be crap happy, maybe even so fucking happy that when you smile, radiation erupts from your bowels, causing a nuclear meltdown. But why so glum chums? Do you miss your fellow drone? Is that it? I see, he’s the one who got away .Now you’re stuck in this mind boggling pulse called a reality, where left is left and you are you. Maybe if he had warned you, maybe if he had spoken with father Peter of Saint Albertus and the divine angels cathedral. You could’ve helped this poor, poor lost soul.
I understand drones, you’re just thinking about him. You’re concerned for his wellbeing, if he just told you, if you only saw the signs. You and your supreme minds couldn’t even comprehend their meaning. A chimpanzee could at least recognize their importance, and no I’m not trying to insult chimpanzee society okay, just sayin’ chimps are relevant in this matter. Even ants heard about the signs, again no offence ants, but humans believe they are above every other species on earth.
So this guy is gone, can’t tell ya where to, or even why. You might get some ideas and we can’t have any free thinkers, walking round. They might infect the herd, just think of the chaos .Business men wearing whatever they wanted, the world would probably end. Probably but highly unlikely, your manufactured globe will never stop spinning and spinning. Well the overlords don’t want this right now, they’ll just churn out more crap to keep you entertained, and distracted, without doubtful question and without reasonable thought.
Dragons Do Exist
There was an age when humans knew dragons. Both races respected one another. Then a misunderstanding was born, none knew its conception. A battle erupted, dragons were victorious. The well of animosity was over flowing by now, and humans had no other water source. The dragon elders sought an end to the insanity, but humans were deaf, retaliating at every opportunity. The dragons swore not to be revengeful, but their pacifism did not go down with the hatred that man had swallowed.
Forced back into their cavernous homes the dragons were helpless, and with new generations of people, hatred was also bred. Humans weapons advanced also ,they even discovered a substance from far east, they called it gun powder. The end of the dragon day grew even closer, man even made profit from the fallen giants. Scales were turned into armour, their flesh a delicacy to barbaric races .
Humans were monsters, dragons nothing but pests. The dragon elders hoped for a saviour , but their wish was never answered. Fleeing dragons were shot from the sky with powerful guns, those who stayed with the young faced a worse faith. The great dragon grave yard was pillaged, nothing was left untouched by man.
These days dragons are just a myth, no one knows of the misunderstanding or harmony between both races. Humans were so ashamed that they hid the truth amongst the history books, hoping that this bloody history would burn itself out.