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Ipod shuffle 3 part 1 (Pete can be redeemed in the sencond part) by Dark Poet
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the blind water from her hands (Great Hormones at Bedtime) by invot
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The Lament of our Bones (Her body was a sad, sad song) by invot
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Synesthesia (Shedevil) by invot
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Ipod shuffle 3 part 1 (Pete can be redeemed in the sencond part)

Posted on April 8th, 2009 by Dark Poet.
Categories: Creative Writing, Drugs, Stories.

This story starts “South of the border”. People were “crazy in Love” with this thing, this thing called cocaine. Pete Wingfield is “18, with a Bullet” in a “flight test” for a new Cessna that can carry more of the stuff north of the border. And so, after awhile, this plane Pete Wingfield has “Jump[ed] Around” in enough times to be noticed and NOT cared for. When seeing Pete’s plane, the Border Patrol agent just say , oh, that’s just Pete Wingfield, always taking people up for a ride. Pete Wingfield always delivered “A [uno] Cubano” - Orishas. Pete Wingfield used that bullet, and the Cubano’s “Life [didn’t] go[] on”- 2Pac. Pete Wingfield then got into the business with the Cubano’s business partner; a shrewd Jew (”Hava Nagila” - Harry Belafonte). The Jew wasn’t too upset over his business partner’s demise, and to show he Biltz the Ballroom - Tia Carrere. “California Love”s the stuff, which Pete Wingfield was mainly selling to. In California, the only opposition for the moment is the church (”Track 08″), but “The Devil’s Been Busy” in a major church in San Diego; long story short, San Diego is game for business. The region, too. Cocaine flowed as cash did into the pockets of Pete Wingfield and the Jew. The life was getting faster and faster Pete Wingfield and the Jew. “When [they] Ride” - 2Pac, police would not stop them because they were paid not to. If the policeman did, then they were soon paid not to.
The theme of expansion and growth was always on the mind of Pete, so Pete tried to expand transportation of product to shipping. He was looking into a transport ship that looked “Like a Ship”, but that was the “End of the Line”;
A customs agent got a hold of a whole entire shipment. The customs agent asked the FBI agents in charge of incinerating the stuff to “Handle With Care”. Pete Wingfield was furious, he was on the phone trying to reach the FBI agent in charge. “What’s [His] Phone” - 2pac, number?! Once he found outz where they were going, he had one his best thugs destroy the convoy. The thug said, “I’d die for You” and left. Pete got his boat back, a asked the Jew to “Come Sail Away” while the dust settles. The Jew said he had stuff to do. In a “Wilbury Twist” the shipment of coke was not aboard. Pete Wingfield was mad, but sailing away.
Now, up until now in the story Pete Wingfield was in Mexico testing a new aero plane, being evil as he can. He killed the Cuban, and took his place. Who, perhaps, helped him do such? Well, a man who presently has the “Young Lover Blues”, was “Down In Mexico” with Pete. The guy was a producer of the product, a chemical engineering genius. The guy always asked, “How [pure] Do You Want It”? - 2pac. Unfortunately, Pete was “In The Waiting Line” for product always, and, also, having to keep the product in a “Cool Dry Place” - The Traveling Wilburys. But keep this guy in mind for future reference in the plot of this story in part two.
Pete went back to California, and discovered the Jew was in prison, and murdered in prison. After retribution of death to the Jew’s killers, Pete also found out he had more competition to “Run Tha Streetz”. Pete, Pete’s thugs, and the competition were all “Wanted Dead or Alive”, but that’s what made it exciting.
“It’s like Romeo and Juliet”; California and cocaine. Life started to get really fast by then. If someone wanted cocaine in California, half the time it was the bell of Pete’s dealers that they were ringing (”Ring My Bell” - Anita Ward). Pete and his inner circle of lieutenants were in the fast lane, calling everything with two legs their “Butterfly”. In one case the lady had only one leg, but they wouldn’t remember; they barely remember when “Check Out Time” was at the local hotel when they check in on how business was doing in that sector. Several had “[Gone] Through The Big D” - Mark Chesnutt, and went to “Do it Again”. Life was fast, and money and coke went through their hands fast, too.
A lady named “Clementine” took Pete’s heart, or so he says when every lady passes his way. This one was/is different, though. She’s devout Christian (”Track 02″). Pete said very convinced to his thugs one day, “If I Can’t” have sex with Clementine, then I’m going to mad and go to straight out war with the competition. She still went to a church that still was not corrupting to cocaine, though (”track 05″). Change happened to Pete. He didn’t know what was happening to him. The religious fervor of these people got to him, and the concept of God. “She[ still wasn’t his] baby” - The Traveling Wilburys- even though at times he says to her “You Took My Breath Away”. She still rejected him, and he went to a “Lowdown”. Business ebbed.
When he come out of the “Lowdown”, Pete wasn’t mad at any of the competition (”I Ain’t Mad At Cha” - 2Pac). Not until the “Ruff Ryders”, shot up one of his dealers, and then, an other three more dealers got killed. Pete got “Skandalous”, he got even via the police, FBI, CIA. He observed the “Ruff Ryders”, and took notes of everything. Pete also got notes from Paying some of them, and taking notes from what he knew of his business with them. Pete started to give those notes to the FBI, and money stopped for the “Ruff Ryders”. He gave more notes, cocaine shipments disappeared from ledgers; More notes, “Ruff Ryders” started to drop dead with 9mm bullets in them or surrendered to be put in prison. In prison, Pete’s guys would shank them dead. So the police would confine them to solitary cells. On one occasion, when moving a Ryder from prison to prison a sniper put a bullet through his head.
Police did not really need to put a surveillance teem on the leadership the “Ruff Ryders”, because the news media picked up the stories fast, as if someone was suppling them with info. “All Eyez [were] On [the leader]” -2Pac - of the “Ruff Ryders”, he couldn’t go out of his house with out being followed by the media. Low grade “Ruff Ryders” were arrested for trying to buy weapons to fight, and 90 % of the time arrested for selling coke. Other low graders quit. If a mid grade Ryder got arrested, then five to ten low graders would be arrested just afterwards. Pete dealt the “Dirty World” card to the “Ruff Ryders”, “7 Deadly Sins”.
“I Love Rock and Roll” was playing at a Ruff Ryder party at a warehouse. In back room, the top guy for the leader was in the process of buying a big quantity of coke from a contact of Pete’s. Outside across the street in another warehouse, FBI were saying “Congratulations” to each other for tracking down this deal, that if busted, will deal a deathblow to the “Ruff Ryders”. Someone was “Sing Sing Sing[ing]” - Louis Prima- in prison. The raid teams and FBI snipers were standing by. “holla at me” for the go signal, the SWAT team leader said to the FBI agent in charge. Long story short, Pete did not have to deal with the Ruff Ryders anymore; they came to a stop at their road (”Winding Road” - Bonnie Somervi).
Money went faster through the hands of Pete and his gang. He bought a house in the middle of his zones of control. Paid Dire Straits to play just one song at the open house party, “Sultans of Swing”. Vacationed and then bought the “Balinese” in Mexico, in “[] The Sea” - “Beyond The Sea” - Bobby Darin, in the Gulf of Mexico.

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the blind water from her hands (Great Hormones at Bedtime)

Posted on February 27th, 2009 by invot.
Categories: Orig. Literature, Drugs, Parental Advisory.

“Of all the people I’d expect to see sitting in front of the dollar store…”

My attention shifted to the man standing in front of me. “Why not me?” I said hapharzardly.

“You dissapeared pretty quickly. And now you poof right back to Belgrade. What are you doing back here?”

He really didn’t have the right to be asking me that question. Actually, he didn’t have the right to say anything to me at all, not after all that’s happened. However, the phrase “love thy enemies” stumbled past my mind perfectly in step with my desire to smear this man’s face into the curb. I threw my gaze into the giant sky and replied, “…Bible college.”

He laughed out a white cloud of breath.

“I’m going to be a youth pastor.” I tried to say this as seriously as possible.

“Where is this Bible college?”

“Bozeman.”

“I was going to be a youth pastor too.” It was clear that he didn’t believe me. He continued, “but I dropped out. I decided I’d rather smoke pot.”

“Really now?” I sighed. “Nowadays, I didn’t know it was a decision between one and another.”

“So you still smoke.”

“No.” I gave up trying to sound serious.

“You just haven’t had the chance with all these Bible people around you. That’s why.” I listened to the words I’ve told so many people, including him, time and time again. “You should come over to Rick’s this evening. He’d be happy to see you. We can reconnect, smoke a bowl, and enjoy life.”

“No thanks.” I gave up trying to sound pleasant as well, and watched the traffic intently. The thought of seeing Rick sourly enticed me for a moment, I have to admit. My hands emptied from my pockets and I reached for a pebble lying near my foot. I studied it’s form silently, each second an annoyance for the man who stood in front of me.

“You should be in California where you belong.” He said, to break the silence.

“You should be dead.” I said quietly.

“And you shouldn’t be?”

I looked him in the eye. “You should thank me. If it wasn’t for me you’d be dead right now. You’d be decaying underground instead of harassing people outside of the dollar store. You have no idea…”

“You’re so full of shit, Jared.”

“You and I both, Matt. But I’m not making this story up. There’s no reason for me to.” A car pulled into the parking lot and I forgot what I was saying. After a moment, I sat back down. “Mars hates you, you know.”

“You and Mars both. So what?”

“So, she hates you because she thinks you were the one who stole from us. And I just happen to think that too. You need to be careful, you’re not safe in this town. Especially Bozeman. She wants to see you die.”

Matt smiled. “…so that’s what, eh?” With that he pulled out a cigarette and jokingly offered me one as well. “How do you even know this? You barely knew Mars at all.”

“I know her better than you think.”

“You obviously don’t.”

I thought of all the things I could say to him: all the days her and I spent together, how much I loved her, the chaos and the harmony that was our lives… I thought of how he didn’t deserve to hear any of it.

“Her name is Heather.” I blurted out suddenly.

Now it’s I who observed the silence, waiting for the man standing in front of me to respond. His posture changed, and I recieved the feeling that he suddenly believed what I was saying. At first I think it’s strange, that this random fact, that I could just as well have made up, was what stifled him into silence. But then I realized, he knew her name too. “Heather.” He repeated to himself strangely.

“Her name is Heather.” I said again.

“No.” He muttered. “Her name was Heather.”

“What?”

He attempted a smile but failed. “So you might know Mars, but still not as well as me. If you did, you’d know she died last winter.”

“Fuck you.” I stood up and turned to leave.

“Is that the kind of language they use in Bible College?” He shouted.

Without turning back to face him I replied, “You’re so full of shit, Matt.”

“You and I both, Jared. But I’m not making this story up. There’s no reason for me to.” His voice subsided as he continued. “They found her body in Livingston pass. She just started walking, nobody knows where she was planning on going. The police found her naked, she took all her clothes off as she walked. Nobody knows shy she did that. They say she died of hypothermia.” I observed him through the reflection of the store window as he continued to talk. “After that everyone went into hiding. We stopped selling. The whole town pretty much shut down as far as I’m concerned. She was the reason we all did what we did.”

I didn’t know quite what to say, so I turned to face Matt. His whole body looked crunched up and tired, like he just ran a marathon. There really was no reason, except the way he looked right then, for me to believe a word he said.

“So… she’s dead?” I asked strangely. “For real?”

Matt sighed. “Something you don’t know about me and her…”

“I don’t want to hear it.” I said, and quickly paced away.

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The Lament of our Bones (Her body was a sad, sad song)

Posted on February 1st, 2009 by invot.
Categories: Crime, Creative Writing, Drugs.

She wore a thin white dress, fringed at every edge and stained with dirt and rainwater from earlier that day. The white lace was thin enough to show the hue of her skin that lied within it. It wraped around her arms gracefully. gently. -ruffling out across her brittle frame.  An array of colorful cotton bracelets rested around her wrists - frayed along their entire peremeter, amplifiying her silent skin and even more silent eyes.

Her long, blond hair was hidden beneath the white hood of a sweater, spilling out here and there onto the square roof tiles that surrounded her, knotted and bustled. Her limbs sprawled from her body in her own trademark fashion as she lied so perfectly before me. I thought that if I touched her she would simply melt into a pile of ash she looked so fragile.

She looked so beautiful.

My long coat wrapped around my legs as I bent over to kiss her lips. The wind was cold and hard but her lips were warm and soft and kissing her made me feel like I could forget the meaning of a cold winter altogether…

…and I felt so timeless because love is timeless. And around her love is all I ever felt.

In her eyes the world lost all it’s value. Her body looked so frail lying there on the rooftop… her lips so warm.

She said she was dreaming. She said that I was a dream. I didn’t know if that should make me smile or not, but I did. I always smiled around her. It’s an unsurpressable urge. “If I woke up, what would I see?” She asked.

“How could you know, unless you did?” I responded gently.

“Would you be there?”

“I hope so.”

“Me too.” Her hair was redirected by the wind as she breathed the words out her mouth. “What do you think that world would be like?”

“Something amazing. If you’re in it.” I said.

“Is this world amazing?”

“You’re in it. Aren’t you?”

“Am I?”

With that my eyes strayed from the lines of her body to the happenings below us. A truck had settled in the allyway behind us -two men leaning aganst it’s side, blowing cigerette smoke into the cold air.

This is the climax we’ve always been hoping for, Mars and I. My hands lifted her body and I smiled as she opened her eyes and rested against me…

…and all I could think was: “this must be what eternity feels like.”

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Synesthesia (Shedevil)

Posted on December 8th, 2008 by invot.
Categories: Creative Writing, Drugs.

How it all began kind of alludes me. The strangest dream just fell out of my head, I wake up, and have to ask where I am. Heather is perched on a rock, and at that moment I swore she has angel wings.

“It’s time to go now.” She says. I still don’t know where we are.

There’s a pause as I try to lift myself up from the ground, but my arms flow like curry out in every direction. Giving up, I look at the pine trees surrounding us, moving like Hawaiian dancers. I turn to my side and begin to speak words that look and sound like trumpets: “Are we bad people?” It feels like there’s a pause after that question, but there isn’t.”No. We’re not. What we do, what we teach, is the science and art of bliss. We teach people how to turn on, or how to go out, of their minds. By ‘turn on,’ we mean ‘tune in,’ to get beyond your routine ways of thinking, acting, and experiencing. In order to use your head, you have to go out of your mind. You have to observe. You have to escape.”

“We have to escape.” Says Heather silently. A burst of cold air flies up into her long, blond hair, making it sparkle in the pale light of sunset. “It’s time to leave.”

“Where are we?” I say. “Where are we going to go?”

“That’s the big question, isn’t it?”

From my jacket I pull out a book. “The Power of Now… I want you to read it. It’s good. You’ll like it.” I say, and Heather drops her legs to the ground. She leans over to grab the book with one hand, and leverages her body with her other hand pressing into my forehead.

That moment I remember looking up into the air and seeing absolutely nothing but her and I -in that pose. Right then I feel evil. Right then I know something is wrong.

It’s time to leave.

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