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äThenamesandeventshavebeenchangedtoprotectboththepersonsand
theeventsfrompublicpublicity,sincetheinnocentpartinsistedupon
notbeingidentifiablewheneverreadbysomeonecapableofidentifying
thisperson,eventhoughitshouldbecleartoanyonereadingthisthat
theinnocentpartisinnocentofthecrimes(?)committedinthisstory,
whichnotatallhasgotanythingtodowithreality...Ithink.
Youmightfindthestoryabitconfusinghereandthere,andsomeof
thescenesmayoffendtheoddreader(especiallychristians).This,
however,isintentional,andisprotectedbythefreedomofspeech.
Ç
üDancewiththedevil
ÇThefinalMegaFileConnectionversion(MFC)
byGardEggesbøAbrahamsen
dedicatedto"Julie"
äExtractfrom"Encyclopædiaofmagic,volume1":à
ü
GukkulukkÇMagicaldance.Performerdancesrounditssubjectwhilst
clappinganddoingsillythings,lookingintensivelyat
thesubjectandgenerallyhavingfun.Theeffectisthat
thesubjectwillfinditselfstartfeelingfunnyaboutthe
performerinaveryfunnyway.Ifthesubjectisunderthe
Haaaspell,itwilltipoverandnotrememberanything
aboutwhathappenedbetweentheGukkulukkandthenext
timeitgetstobreathfreshair.Thefreshairwillbe
usedforrecovery.Ifthisrecoveryisinterruptedby
furtherattentionfromtheperformeroftheGukkulukk,a
crushisboundtostrikethesubject.
üHaaaspellÇSpellthatwillawakenthesubject'soptimismaswellas
makingitawareoftheexistenceofthespellcaster.
OftenusedtogetherwiththeGukkulukk.
---------
Thiscan'tbeso.Whyshouldn'tIcaretoliveforthecauseoflife?Why
wouldIcommitsuicideatanymomentgiventome?Theremustbealittle
bitmoretimeandalittlebitelsetolifethanmeandsillyquotesfrom
KylieMinogue'snewestalbum.ByGod(inwhomIdonotbelieve),there
mustbemore.AndsoIstretchoutandreachoutfrommybodyinsearch
oflife.Tryingtofindalifethatcanbelessdepressingthanthe
currentone.AndIstretchsofaroutthatIloosethegripofmybody
andfindmyselfstandinginfrontofthegateofKingdomCome.Igently
knockonthedoor.
AsIstandtherewaitingforsomeonetoopen,Irealizethatthedoor
istoothicktoknockthrough,andthereforelookaroundforthedoor
bellbeforeIpressthebuttonattachedtoit.Afaintdongsounds
throughKingdomCome,andanangelcomestoletmein.
Ilettheangelescortmetothegreathallofjustice,wheremymaker
issittingonabigchair,judgingmylifefromsecondtosecond,waiting
forachancetosendmestraighttohell.ItwasnowInoticedthatthere
wassomethingfamiliarwithhim.Helookedupandshowedmethatinsanely
wittylookofhis.Yes.Itwasme.
Andheopenedhismouthasiftospeak,buthedidn'tspeak,andstill
Iheardhisvoice,knewhisthoughtsandcaredlessaboutthefactthat
thesurroundingGardswerelisteningtothissilencethatwaspassing
betweenus.
"Gard,"Iwhisperedtomyself."Isthatme?"
"Yes,"mymakeranswered."Itisyou.MynameisGardAlMity,butmy
friendsjustcallmeGod,andsomayyou.ButmayIaskmyselfonething
Çbeforewegoon:WhatbringsmetoKingdomCome?"
AndItoldmyself,God,howIhadbeenlongingfortheansweroflife.
WhyshouldIgoonlivingwhenlifeitselfwasnotpresent?Whatwasmy
missioninlife?AndI,God,toldmyselfthatthemissionwaswhatever
missionIgavemyself.AndasfarasIknew,themissionhadsomethingto
dowithfemales.
Notabitwiser,Idecidedtogiveitatry,andsoIdescended
throughtheskiesofopenandpollutedairbeforeIfoundmybodyand
reentereditinamysteriouswaythatinspiredU2tomakeanewsong.
Thissongisnowknownas"MysteriousWays"andisfrequentlysenton
MTV.
Females.Itastedonit.Yeah.Sure.ItühadÇtobe.AndsoIwandered
offlookingforthem.Notknowingwheretostart,Ipackedmybagand
wentoutthroughoneofthedoorsofmyhome,butIstoppedinthedoor
wayandsworetomyself:Shit.Itwasraining.Iwentbackin,foundan
umbrella,rantothecarandstartedthelongdrive.Myentirelifewas
aheadofme,waitingtobefoundwhereIoncehadlostit.
Ididn'texactlyknowwhattosaywhenaverycuddlythingwas
standingbytheroadintherain.Icouldnotdoanythingbutstopand
pickherup.AndIreallywantedtopickherup.Iopenedthedoorjusta
fewinchesinfrontofherandlookedathersmilingfaceandtherain
dropsthatmadeherfacesowet.Thesightofthiscuddlyfemalebeing
beatenbytherainwastoomuchformetobare.
"Comeonin,"Isaidwithagentletoneinmyvoice,offeringhera
saferide,andadryone,butsheshookherheadandkeptsmilingasshe
toldmethatshealreadyhadacar.Icouldnotseeit.Infact,Icould
notseeanothercarformilesandmiles."Don'tbesilly,"Isaid.But
shecalledmeamotherfuckerandslammedthedooronmyface.SoIdrove
on,intoeternity.
Andtherewasavoicecomingfromoverhead,soIlookedup,tryingto
findthestereoloudspeakers,butthentherewerenone.Thevoice,
however,wasstillthere,anditaskedmewhatIwasdoingineternity,
whenIwassupposedtobelookingformylife.
Icouldnotanswerthisquestion,andIsoonfoundmyselfback,behind
thewheelofmycar,headingfordestinationunknown.Ilookedout
throughthefrontshield,anddiscoveredasignpassingby.IsighedasI
read,therewere42milestodestinationunknown.Onceagain,Ilookedup
tothesky,wonderingifIwasdrivingintherightdirectionand
requestingasign.
Myrequestwasimmediatelydealtwithbytheoneupthere,andan
answermaterializedafewhundredfeetinfrontofmeinsuchan
unsuspectedshapeastheshapeofaneonsign.Itflashedgreenandred
letters.Largeletters.Lettersforminganiceandwarmmessagethat
immediatelymademethinkofloudmusic,vomit,headacheand...females.
Thiswastrulyasignofdimensionsneverbeforethoughtof.
Istoppedjustbeneaththesignfromabove,gotdownonmyknees,
foldedmyhandsandpraisedmyselfforgivingmeasign.Stillonmy
kneesIstretchedmyarmsupintotheairtoletthegloriousandsacred
lightoftheneonsignfillmybodywithhappinessasIreadthesign
frommyoneandonlytruemaster:"DISCO"
Lookingaround,Iquicklyfoundahousewithadoorattachedtoit.
Throughoneofthewindows,Icouldseeashiningbrightlightfilling
thesoulsofthepeoplethatwerehoppingaroundinecstasywithadivine
spiritmuchmoredivinethanPlantiac.
AndIfeltthedivinityshinethroughmeeventhoughIwasstandingon
theoutside.Andthedivinityfilledmyheart,makingmewishformore.I
slowlyenteredthehouse,letthebangingrhythmssmashmyheadand
thrashmybodyasmyeyesstarteditssearchfortheDivineReasonIwas
here.
Ecstasycaughtme.Istartedthrashingaroundwiththerhythm,
Çshaking,rattlingandrolling,untilsuddenly,therhythmstoppedfora
moment.Tryingtocatchmybreath,Imovedawayfromthesourceofthe
uncontrollablefeeling.AsIdidthis,amostminute,butstillsocuddly
creaturealmostthrewitselfatme,screamingaspellatthesametime.
Icouldnotpossiblyreproducethespellhere.Withallitscomplexity
ofitspronunciation,acompletereproductionthroughwritingcanüneverÇ
bedone,butitssoundwouldverymuchbedescribedasa"Haaa!"
Myfeetstartedtrembling.Myheadturnedaround.Myheartstoppedfor
asecondortwo.Therewasnodoubtaboutit.Thespellhadtakeneffect.
Assoonasmylungswerefinishedbreathing,Iwasdrawnbacktothearea
ofthehousewheretherhythmstookcontrol.
Onceagain,mybodywasshaking,rattlingandrolling.Ithrashedmy
headtoandfro.Ilostcontrol-untilsuddenly,thefemalethathad
castthespellhadstartedhermagicaldanceroundhervictim.Andthe
victimwasme.Ismiled.Ilovedit.Andshesmiledback.Yes.Thishad
tobetheDivineReason.
Thewords"Julie"and"Gukkulukk"wentthroughmyhead.Ididnotknow
whatthesewordsmeant.Amagicalwalkmansweptinfromnowhereandtold
methat"Julie"wasthenameofthefemale.Theotherword-"Gukkulukk"
wasstillunexplainedtome.
Ican'tquiterememberwhathappenedafterthis.Itseemsasifithas
beenerasedfrommymind,orasifitwascompletelyunimportant.Every
movementafterthismagicaldancehasbeenremovedfrommymemory,and
thenextthingIcanrecallismebeingshovedoutofthehouseof
divinitybyacoldsoulthatwantedthedivineradiationforitself.
Mytiredeyeslookedwithmixedemotionsontheflashingneonsign,
andmylungswereonceagainfilledwithfreshair.Somehow,itsdivinity
wassomuchclearer,now,butstillitwassomewhatweakerthanbeforeI
hadenteredthehouse.Yes,indeed.Quitealotofthedivinityhad
magicallybeentransferredtoacuddlyfemaleIcouldonlyrecallbylook
andthename"Julie".
AndIcouldrecallthespellcastingandthemagicaldance.AndI
rememberedthewordsthathadgonethroughmyhead.Julie.Gukkulukk.
WouldIeverseeheragain?
Myprayerswere,ofcourse,answeredimmediately,asJuliepoppedup
togetherwithtwootherfemales.Sheonceagaindidanotherapproachon
myloadedbrain,askingifIknewsomeoneIknew.Idid.Andonceagain,
Ifeltthefeelingofdivinepowersglowingfromher.
Thefollowingdayswentsmoothly,gettinginformationfromdifferent
sourcesabouttheminutefemalethathadfilledmyheartwithemotionsI
hadneverfeltbefore.ShewasdefinitelymyonlyReason.Iwassmiling,
hopingandwishing.ItwasfinallymyturntoknowtheDivineReason.And
forthefirsttime,Icouldsenselovenearby.
"Gard,"anearbyvoicesaid,wakingmeupfrommydailydreams.I
turnedandstaredintotheeyesofafemalethatwassittingafewfeet
fromme."Catch,"shecontinued,asshethrewasmallpieceofpaperover
tome.
Itwasimportanttome.ThefinalpieceofinformationIneededto
makemehappy.Slowly,Iopenedthesmallnoteandreadthetinyletters,
postponingmyreactiontilllater.Andlaterwasapproximately10minutes
later.
Ifoldedthepieceofpaper,toreitapart.Foramoment,Iwantedto
eatitandgetdrunk,butthelittlesenseIhadleftstoppedmeandmade
metearthenoteabitmoreapartbeforeIthrewitintothenearest
trashcan."NO!"Iyelledinsidemyhead,bangingmybraintotheinside
ofmyskull."NO!"Iheardtheechorepeat.
ä Caughtinavertigo
Thingsarerunningroundmyhead
Circlespenetratemybrain
ä NowonderI'mgettingconfused!
Thecirclesrunningroundmyhead
Thecirclesrunningroundinmyhead
I'mfallinginavortex
Ofconfusion
LittlecanIdo
Togetawayfromthisdeathtrap
Ican'ttakenomore
I'vegottofindmywayout
Thecirclesrunningroundmyhead
Thecirclesrunningroundinmyhead
I'mfallinginavortex
Ofconfusion
Mybrainiscooking
Mybodyisshaking
Myeyesarepoppingoutofmyhead
And...
Thecirclesrunningroundmyhead
Thecirclesrunningroundinmyhead
I'mfallinginavortex
Ofconfusion
Ç
Howcouldshe?Schwartzenegger!HereIcome!Givemeblood,giveme
torture.LettheincrediblesoundsofDeathAngels,DarkAngel,Slayer,
Megadeth,VendettaandSepulturafillmysoul.Shownomercyforthegood
feelingsthatwouldremaininmybody.Getridofthatspell!Idon't
wantitanymore!
ä BlippBlopp
Myheartsaysstop
BlippBlopp
YourthroatgoeschopÇ
EdgarAlanPoe,showmehowtokill.Arnold,showmelotsofblood.
Letmeseethosepeoplesuffer,letmeseethosepeopledie.Thereis
nothingformeonthisearth,sowhyshouldtherebeanythingforthem?
Thrashtheworld,slaughterthepeople.I'llreleasemyaggression
anywhereIgo.
ä There'snothingforme
Inthisfuckin'world
SoIthinkI'llnukeit.
Shit,amIdepressed?Ç
ButaminutevoiceinthebackofmyheadwhisperedthatIhadtogo
onwithmylife.18yearsaftermybirthwastooearlytodie.Imight
noteverhaveafemaleinmyarms,butitisstilltooearlytotell.And
evenifIshouldeverexperiencetohaveafemaleinmyarms,Imightnot
everfeelthesameemotionsagain.Andmylifemightbetooshortforme
toknow.
AsalonelymaleIgotintothisworld,andasalonely,untouchedand
innocentmale,Iwillprobablyalsoleaveit.
ä Innocence,don'tstaywithme
Innocence,dropdead
Innocence,fuckoffÇ
Iparkthecar,themoonisshining.I'malone,togetherwiththe
reflectionsofthemooninthewater.IsighasIfallasleep,hugging
thecarseatindesperation...
Ç
---------
Withallthosefemalesrushingbymyparkedcar,itishardnottowake
up.Iopenmyeyesandstretchmyarmsandmylegs,shakingthelastbit
ofsleepoutofmybody.Aquicksplashofwaterinmyfaceandabig
sprayofdeodorantundermyarmbeforeturningontheradio.Tuneitin
ontheneareststationandrelaxasIlistentothenews.
EataquickbreakfastasI'matitandcleanupthemessinthecar
beforeheatinguptheengine.Openthatwindowandcheckoutifanyof
thenearbygirlswishesaride.
"Fuckyou,"oneofthemsaidasshethrewabucketofwaterthrough
theopenwindow.Atacticalretreatwasobviouslyagreatneedinthis
situation.SoIclosedthewindowandwentoffwithnoDivineReasonand
nodestination.Theonlythingguidingmewasthefaintimageofavery
special,minute,cuddlyfemalethathadcastaspellonmejustthree
monthsbefore.
AndmygoingwentgoneasIrealizedthatIhadnothingmoretolive
for.Ipushedthegastothefloorandwatchedastheroadwasrushing
towardsmeatanincreasingspeed.Thiswas,ofcourse,tobepunished.
Ahitchhikerjumpedintotheroad,andsinceIdidn'twanttospill
anybloodonthefrontofmycar,Iturnedthewheelandjustavoidedthe
hitchhiker.Butthistime,Iwasheadingofftheroad.Iturnedthe
wheeloncemore.AgainIwasheadingforthehitchhiker.Ihitthebreak
andstoppedthecarjustafewinchesinfrontofthehitchhiker.I
thankedmyselfupthereformyincredibleluck.
Idrovecalmlytothenextpublicbuilding,whereapartyobviously
wasgoingon.Whathappenedtomenext,I'mnotquitesure.Itfeltasif
desperationtookovermybrainandpushedmeintothepartyandontothe
stagewhereIhappilystartedtosing"SpeakEnglishorDie"byS.O.D.
Itwasunfortunatethathardcoremetalwasn'ttolerated,assome
foolishlookingguy(hehadveryshorthair)triedtogetmeoffthe
stage.ButIwasstillpossessedbythedesperationthathadpushedme
ontothestage.MyheadwasthrownineverydirectionpossiblewhileI
wassinging.Myneckstartedhurting,andIfinallyrealisedwhythey
calleditheadbanging.
Thiswouldallbeverywellifthefoolwiththeshorthairhadn't
broughthisbaseballbat.Theworldwasshakingandfallingapartunder
myfeet(orwasittheotherwayaround?).Asecondlater,Ifoundmyself
lyingonthefloor,notsinging,buttwistingandturninginpain.Apain
soawfulitcan'tbereproducedonpaper.Thepainwasstrengthenedas
thefoolcompletedhisworksbystickinghisbatinmystomach.Hethen
draggedmeoffthestageandkickedmedownthestairs.
"Julie,"avoicewhisperedintomybrain.
"Gukkulukk,"anothervoicetoldme.
"Klllgllglkrll,"Iuttered,coughingupsomeblood.Thebloodhada
strangetaste,soIspitteditontothefloorandlookedatitlayan
inchinfrontofmybareeyes.
"What?"thefoolasked,tryingtounderstandmytwistedwordsand
thoughtsthatwereswimmingthroughthepoolsofbloodbeforethey
finallyreachedmymouth,whichatthemomenthappenedtobetheworst
outputfacilityavailable."Claire?"hethoughthemanagedtointerpret
myword.Withoutwaitingforananswer,hepushedmeovertoaverysexy
creaturewhosenamewasClaire.
"Dnnnnnschkkkklll,"Iuttered,coughingupsomemoreblood.Myfeet
collapsedoncemore,andthenextthingIrememberiswakinguponthe
floor.Thebuildingwasempty,withtheexceptionofmyselfandthepools
ofbloodIhadcoughedupduringtheparty.
Afaintimageofaminutefemaleappearedinfrontofme.Ishookmy
head,tryingtoshakeitoff,butnosuchluck.Theimagewasstill
Çthere,remindingmeofadisco,flashinglights,ecstasyandmagical
dances.
Igotuponmyfeetandslowlydraggedmyselfoutofthepartyzone.
Leaningtooneofthewalls,Itookafewdeepbreathsoffreshair,
clearingupmymind.Thestarswereshiningbrightspotsinthesky,
radiatingsomesortofdivinity,butstillsofarawayandweak.
Undoubtedly,Ihadleftmyselftolivemylifeformyown.Thisdespite
ofthefactthatIhadn'tyetfoundmylife.
"Excuseme,"avoicesaidbehindme.Iturnedaroundandmettheeyes
ofacertainfemaleIhadmetsomewhatearlier.Withoutaword,Iasked
hertocontinue."Doyouknowthisgirl?"sheasked,makingmenoticeshe
wascarryingasomewhatdrunkfemaleIcertainlyknew.
"Yeah,"Ianswered,gettingtotallylostinmyownthoughtsofDivine
Reasonsandthemeaningoflife.Awindblewonmynose,andthefresh
airstreamedintomylungsastheimagefadedawayandthewallofthe
publicbuildingonceagainappearedinfrontofme.
Thepaininmyarmgotstronger,andIstartedtofreezeasthewind
startedblowing.Myhairwentwild,triedtochokeme,butanunknown
Reasonkeptmealiveandpushedmeintomycar.Iwasalive,butdead.
Andasadeadfish,Idesperatelywantedoutofthenetthathadcaught
me.Anetofmagicstrings,Icouldnotcutthemwithaknife.Iwould
justgetaglimpseofthefishermannowandthen,asthefishermanhad
putoutthenetforfun.Andmybodywouldrotinthatnet,pollutingthe
searatherthanendingupasafrieddinner.
Thesmellofdinnerpassedby.Lasagne.Thesmellofanewyear
roundingthecornerofthemonth.Lasagne.Thesmellofagoodwishfor
myself.Ineededlotsofspice.Addiction.
---------
"Happynewyear,Gard,"aknownvoicesaid.Ofcourse.Oneofmy
neighbourshadspottedmeasIwasalmostcrawlingthroughthehugemass
ofinsanepeoplethatconstantlywereshootingeachotherwithminiature
missilesandputtingbombsinthetrashcans.IfthishadbeeninGreat
Britain,theywoulddefinitelybeenmisidentifiedastheIRAdoing
anotherterroristattackatinnocentpeople.This,however,wasthe
Norwegiannewyearseve.
"Happynewyear,"Ianswered,beingslightlyironical.NotthatI
preferredanunhappynewyear,butmydoubtswerecreepingupmyback,
whisperingpessimisticthoughtsintomyear.Mychainofthoughtswas
interruptedbyahugeexplosioninfrontofme.Paininmyears.Painin
myeyes.Acloudofgunsmokehadarisenfromthegroundandinit,I
couldseethefaintimageofanextremelycuddlyfemalewiththename
Julie.Ishookmyhead,triedtothinkofsomethingelse,onlyto
recognizethechaosthatwassurroundingme.
Thevoicebehindmeseemedtobeafamiliarone."Gukkulukk,"itsaid.
Iturnedquicklyaroundandspottedalittlebombonthegroundjusta
fewinchesawayfromme.Ithrewmyselftothegroundjustasthebomb
exploded.Theworldwasturningaround,myfeethurt,myheadhurt,I
hurt,andIcouldstillseetheimageofthefemaleinfrontofme.
Itseemedsoreal,Istretchedmyarmouttograbit,butallI
grabbedwasthethickpollutedairthatwastryingtopoisonmewithgun
smoke.Itwasthenthefeelingofadivinepowerliftedmeintotheair
inaterriblespeed.AmissilejustmissedmebeforeIarrivedatoneof
thefewcloudsthatwerecoveringtheskythisclearnewyearseve.
Therewasabigflashandthesweetsoundofanelectricguitarasmy
surroundingschanged,andIfoundmyselfinthegreathallofjustice,
wheremytrueMasterwasawaiting.
"Gard,"myMastertoldme."I'msorryIhavetotalktomyselfinthis
way,butyouhaven'tlivedproperlythelast6800days,orso.IknowI'm
Çgonnaregretthis,butIhavetogotohell."
"But...I'mworkingonit,can'tIsee?I'mreallytrying.Please,
can'tIgivemyselfanotherchance?"Iscreamed.
MyMasterputachewingguminhismouthandstartedchewing.Thenhe
stoppedchewingandstartedthinking.Aminuteortwolater,hegaveup.
"I'mabsolutelyright,"hesaid."I'llgivemyselfanotherchance.Here
wego,"Heliftedhisarms,castspellandanelectricalchargeflashed
throughtheskyinverymuchthesamewayaslightningsdo."I'mright,"
heshouted,buthisshoutfadedawayasthedistancegrewbetweenus,and
itwascompletelygonewhenIfinallyarrivedinmybed.
Theelectricalchargehitthedishantennajustbeneathmywindow,and
thebluelightwasilluminatingmyroomasIfeltanelectriccurrent
streamthoughmybody.Wasthiswhattheycalledarecharge?Igotupon
myfeetandlookedthroughthesquareglass-coveredholeinthewall,
wonderingwhyitwascalledawindow.
Itwasblowingoutside.Treesbentover,streetlampsbentover,cars
werejumpingupanddown,makingmewonderifaerodynamictechnology
reallyhadgonefarenoughorifitwasn'tworthdoingmoreresearchon
itforanothertenyears.
Aroofpassedbythewindow,nowandthen,andwiththem,animageof
afemalethatIfeltmeantsoextremelymuchtome.Shewastrulyan
angel.
Iclosedmyeyes,andtheimagewasstillthere."Cometome,"the
imagewhispered.Ohyes,Iwould.Iwould,ifIcould.Igotdownonmy
knees,stretchedoutmyarmstoletthedivineimagefillmybodywith
hopeandlonging.
"I'mcoming,mydivinebeauty,daughterofthelight,sisterofmy
life,I'mcoming!"Iwhispered."I'mcomingifyou'llletme."AndI
openedmyeyes,discoveringthattheimagehaddisappeared.Adumbsound
soundedfromabove,andIgottheimpressionthattheroofwasleavingme
forgood,butnosuchluck.Stillintact,thehousedefiedthebeating
wind,asifthedivinepowerfromtheelectricalchargehadsomethingto
dowithit.
Igotintothecar,hopingtobeblownawaybythewindanysecond.
Buttomydespair,thecarwasstucktothegroundlikearock."C'mon,
blowmeaway,"Iscreamed."Aslongasthedivinefemaleiswithsomeone
else,thereisnoreasonformetolivemylife!"
Thewindquitblowing.Damn!
Igotoutofthecar."àKILLME,DAMIT!Ç"Iheardmyechorepeatmywish
farfaraway,andIrealisedthatIwastalkingtoamountainthat
wouldn'tmove.Noglove,nolove,Ithought,wanderingoffintothehouse
whilstlisteningtothesoundsofanoiltankerhittingarock.Listening
tothesoundofthetankercrackingabitopen,andtheoilpouringout
intothesea.
Thebirdswentfurious,andthebirdrockofRundeconsideredtakinga
stepbacktoavoidgettingdirtybytheblackthickliquidthehumans
likedtocalloil.
Deathanddevastationwentthroughmymind.Ineededmoreviolence.I
neededmorepizzas.Ineededmoreblood.AndIcouldn'tbarethesightof
theRenault18nomore.Iclosedmyeyes,hopingitwouldallgoaway.
---------
Icanfeelthatsomebodyislurkingintheshadowsbehindme.Ifeelthis
person'scarefulstareatmybackthatchecksoutifI'mlookinginthat
direction.I'mnot.
Thepersoncarefullysneaksupbehindmeandgentlyblindsmeby
layingthesofthandsinfrontofmyeyes."Guesswho?"thewarmvoiceof
afemalewhisperssensuallyintomyear.
"Julie,"Imumble,grabbingherhandstokissthem.
Ç "Gukkulukk,"Julierepliesbeforeshedisappearsinapuffofblack
smokethatfillstheroomwithastrangefemininesmellandthestrange
feelingthatIhavelostsomethingimportant.S.O.D.appearsforasecond
ortwototellmetokillmyself,butmyinsanitykeepsmealive.
"Goanddosomethingaboutit,"avoiceoverheadspoke,determined,
overwhelmingandunopposable.Istartedstepdancing,heardthemusic
playfromanunknownspotintheroomthatprobablywascoveredwith
clearasil.
ä"Lostinadream,
Idon'tknowwhich
Waytogo..."Ç
DiscoveringthatIhadstartedquotingPaulaAbdul,Iquicklyfoundthe
cameraandrecordeditonavideotape.
ä Ai...ai...ey...
ShouldIstayorshouldI...
Killmyself,killmyself
Whydon'tIkillmyself?
Isitjustinsanityorisit
justthelifeIdeny?Why?
Ç
AndnowIhadstartedquotingGloriaEstefan,theClash,S.O.D.and
Vendetta.Ithrashedaround,bangingthekeyboardofmycomputerfora
coupleofhours,writingapproximately45kilobytesoftextbeforeI
threwmyselfontomybed,almostwishingthatspellneverhadbeencast
uponme.Theimagewouldn'tdissolve.Theimagewashanginginfrontof
melikeashadowofdarknessthatwasmissinginmyheart,apintof
bloodthatwasmissingfrommyveins.Myfleshwasburning,andmyentire
chestwasonfire.TheimageofJulie,thedivinefemale,washauntingmy
headandwouldnotletgo,andIrealizedthatitwouldnotgoaway
beforeIgottotellherhowIfelt,tellhereverything,dancewithher
andgotothemovieswithher.
Thefireinmychestgothotter,andmyfleshstartedcrawlingaway
frommybody,soIhurriedintothebathroomandtookanicecold
shower.WhenIgotbacktomybed,mybodywasstilllyingthere,mostly
ablaze.
ä ThebloodIshed
Ithinkyou'redead
Andyou'relyingonmybedÇ
There'saholeinmyheart.Sometimes,itfeelsasifaflyhasgotten
intoit,butit'scompletelysealedoff.It'sfilledwithemptiness,
mostly,andnothingnesskeepspouringintoit.Why,Iask,whydon'tI
putmyfingerinittomakeitstopbleeding?AndsoIturnontheTVand
waitformypizzatoburn.Ilikeitburnt,becauseIliketoidentify
myselfwithit.
AndIinsertthepizzainmymouthandseethebodyonbed.It'sme
lyingthere,quotingmyself,quotingeverybodyelse,andwritingitall
down.AfaintimageofafemalehauntsmythoughtsandactionsasIfall
heavilyontomybed,nexttomyself,fullyawareofthefactthatI'mthe
onlyonethere.
SoIslammyheadtothewall.Watchthebloodsticktoitinits
desperateattempttostickontosomething,keepingthelastbitsoflife
initoppressedbutalive.Letthebrainpouroutofmyhead,thereisno
needtokeepitinmystupidheadthatispushingitunderthelimitof
existence.Afatalblowtocrushthewallthatisstandingbetweenmeand
ÇmyKingdomCome,hereIcome,myMaster.
AndIliethereinacoma,withnochanceofrecovery.Icannotmove.
Icannotspeak.Icannotexpressmymeaningsandfeelings.Likethe
untalentedfoolthatfailedlife,Ileavemybodybehind,hopingitwill
diesoon.
IentertheworldofKingdomCome,watchthesunglowingina
mysteriousway.Thereisnowind,butstillthetreesarewhisperingto
me,quietly,calmly,gently,withwordsthatarehardtograsp,butsoon
Irecognizethem."Gukkulukk,"theytellme."Julie."
AndIturnaroundasIhearacrackingsoundbehindme.Aminute
femalethatIeasilyrecognizedisstandingthere,withaminutesmileon
herface,sowarmandsensual,untouchable.Shejumpsontome,letme
loosemybalance,andwerollaroundonthegrassinadivineecstasy,
huggingeachother.
"Julie,"Iwhisper.
"Gard,"shewhispersback.
Andwebothfallintoamomentaryvacuuminspaceandtime,feelingno
gravityorground.Thereisnowindblowing,it'sjustthetwoofus,
together,beingoneinaveryspecialway,givingmeaveryspecial
feelingonlythisveryspecialfemaleknowshowtogiveme.
Then,nothing.Emptiness.Aperfectlackoffeelingsandemotions,as
ifeverythinghappenedonascreeninfrontofme,andthevideowas
turnedoffbysomebodypressingthestopbutton.
"Gard,"Iheardsomebodywhisperintomyear.Iopenedmyeyesandgot
blindedbythelightfromthesunthatwasshiningthroughthewindowof
mybedroom.
"Gard,"thevoicerepeated.Turningmyheadabit,Isawmymother
standingaboveme,lookingabitworried."Gard,you'relate,"
Iquicklylookedatmywatch.Seveno'clock.Damn!Thebuswouldleave
inhalfanhour.Igotdressed,atebreakfastandranouttocatchthe
bus.Ijustmadeit.
Sittinginthebus,Idonothing,justexperiencethelackofa
certainfemalebymyside.AndIthinkofthetimesthatneveroccurred.
Howtheworldwould'vechanged.ThoughtsoftheinspirationI'mlacking,
howmuchinspirationIwould'vehadifthesourcewasnearmeabitmore
oftenthannever.
I'msittinginapub,withaglassofcokeinmyhand.Drinkingthe
cokefrommyglass.Athickslimylumpiscreepingupmythroat,waiting
forachancetokickmyeyesout.Quietly,Iwalkoutofthepubandlook
atthedarkskywithitsminutespotsthatareshiningsobright,butso
faraway.
AndIcastacurseatapassingflyasIrealisethatI'mnotdrunk
simplybecauseIwon'tletmedrinkalcoholicliquors."Haaa,"Iwhisper
tomyself,sniffingatearthathasfallenfrommylefteyeintomynose.
Thetearhasleftathinlineofwetskinundermyeye,soIwipeitoff
withmyhand."Fuckit,"ImumbleasIgetupandwalkovertothenearby
beach."Life'stoocruel."
Theseaiscalm,butIcanhearthesoundofbiggerwavesfurtherout,
violentlyhittingeachotherinanger.Moonlightisreflectinginthe
water,seductivelycallingforme,whisperingtomeabouthowallpain
willendasIletgointothesea.
Justbythemoon,Iseethefaceofthedivinefemalethatcastthe
spellonme.Anothertearappearsinmyeye,butIdon'tbotherabout
wipingitaway.
Openingmyeyes,Iwasbackinthebus.Peoplewereallaroundme,
laughing,havingfun,chatting.Allbutme,astheseatbymysidewas
empty.Istretchedmyhanduptopullthestringthatwashangingabove
Çme,bythewindow.Abellsounded,andthebusstopped.Igotoff.I
wouldwalkthelastpart...alone.
Afterthis,Icouldnotrememberanything,asiftheworldrolledby.
Idon'tknowwhathappened,justheartheoddsoundofscreamingfemales
andaflashingneonsign.Nothingelse.Ican'tmakemuchoutofit.It's
justthereasamemoryI'veforgottenanddon'twanttoremember.
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Theloudhammeringofadoorbeingslammedshatteredthesilenceasit
echoedthroughtheemptycorridor.Thebrokensilencetriedtofightback
butwasonceagainknockeddownbyrestlessfootstepsmovingdownthe
corridor,showingthewaytotwohumanvoicesthatseemedtobesomewhat
concerned.
Twoitemsofmetalscrapedagainsteachother.Ahatchopened.Light
leakedintotheroomlikeablobofslimefillingthealreadychokingly
thickemptinessoftheroom,revealingaboywhowasstaringatthegrey,
shadowlesswalls,barelymovinghislips.
Theboyhadlong,uncuthair,glassesandaminutemustage.His
SepulturaT-shirtwassoakedwithbloodandsnot,drippingdownontohis
trousers.
"Gukkulukk,"hewasmumblingtohimself,beforerealizingthatsome
nostypeoplewerewatchinghim.Heturnedhisheadandsquintedwithfear
inhiseyesattheopenhatch,asifitwasdeathitselfthatwaspeeking
intohim."Gukkulukk!"hewhisperedwithamixtureofpainandmystery
inhisdeepbreath.
Oneofthemeninthecorridorspoke."Wefoundhimoutsideadisco.
Hehadcrucifieda12-year-oldtoaneonsign,underwhichhewas
kneelingandpraying,callingforsomeonecalledJulie."
"Doyouthinkitisoneofthosenewsatani...?"theotheronetried
toask,butwasrudelycutoffbyaloudgrowlfromthesmallboyinthe
cell.
Hewasnowutteringagurglebeforehestarteddroolingonthefloor,
stillstaringatthewall.Sweatwettenedhisfaceashisarmswere
gettingrestless,tryingtoescapefromtheT-shirt,itseemed.Hegotup
onhisfeet,screaming."Julie!MasteroftheGukkulukk!Comeforme!I'm
yours!"
"Whenheburstoutlikethat,we'vefoundsomethingquite
interesting,"thefirstmaninthecorridorsaid,asheconnecteda
walkmantoapanelbythedoorwhichallowedhimtoplaythetapeforthe
psychopathinthecell.
Almostimmediately,theboycrackedupandendeduponhisknees,
weeping.Mannumbertwointhecorridorlookedatthewalkman.Through
thefrontofit,hecouldbarelyseethelabelofthetapesaying
"Guns'n'Roses:Yesterdays".
Afteraminuteorso,theboygotbackuponhisfeetandstarted
banginghisheadtothewalls.Bloodstartedrunningfromthemarkson
thewall,colouringawayitsmonotonoussadgreyness.Eventually,theboy
fellbackontothefloor,whispering."Gukkulukk,gukkulukk,"
"He'llbefine,"thefirstmansaidasheunpluggedhiswalkmanand
closedthehatchagain."Let'sgo."
Restlessfootstepsechoedthroughthecorridorbeforeadoorwas
slammedshut.Yetagain,silencefilledthegreycells.Justthemumbling
ofsomeonerepeatedlywhispering"Gukkulukk,"couldbeheard,aswellas
anotheronecryingforJulie.Anotheronewasgreatlytalkingabout
Alida.YetanotheronewastalkingtohimselfaboutMiranda.Afifth
was...
üChristineII-thesequel
ÇbasedonthelostscriptbyKingStephen
ÇandfinallyrewrittenbyGardEggesbøAbrahamsen
dedicatedto"Julie"
Hugemachines,large,enormous,thrashing,smashing,bashing,crushing
thesmaller,lessharmfulmachinesthataretooweaktodefend
themselves.Thehumanbeingisstandingbythesideastheweakest,but
stillthemostharmfulmachineseverbuilt.
Themachines,builtforthehumans,tobeslaves,workingforthe
humans,killingothermachines,andsometimesotherhumans.Theyrarely
thinkwiththeirmetalbrains.Theyjustsmashandcrushalldaylong,
trustingthehumansfully,untilthehumansbetraythemandbuildother
machinestocrushthefaithfulones.
Who'stodecidewhichmachineistodieandwhichmachineistolive?
Otherpeoplewouldsaythatallmachinesaretodie,anyway.Alawof
naturethatcannotbedenied.
Butmachinesdielonely,liketheygotintothisworld,lonely.Allof
whatiskeepingthemupisthesmallglimpsestheygetofothermachines.
Still,therewasonemachinethatwouldnotletgo.Shewasacar,and
hernamewasChristine.
Christinewasbornnaughty.She"accidentally"killedahumanthatwas
checkingouthergear,andshe"accidentally"killedafewotherpeople
whoweredrivingher.Onecouldsaythatshewasgivingthehumansa
roughride.
Therewere,ofcourse,exceptions.Thereweresomepeoplesheloved,
butstill,itwasnotthesameashavinganothercar.Acarshecould
spendhertimewith,havingfun,gojoyriding,scaringstupidhumansas
itseemedasiftheyweredrivingwithoutadriver.
Itwasatadrive-indisco,shesawhim.Abrandnewmodelfrom
Toyota.Shedrovearoundhimafewtimes,racingtheengine.Apassing
humanwouldeasilyconfusethissoundwiththehumanword"Haaa".
ChristinethoughtshelikedtheToyota,butshewasn'tquitesureif
helikedher.Surely,ifshe'dasked,hewouldsayyes.Definitely.He
washungry.Hungryforfun,hungryforexperiencingmadandcrazythings
togetherwithanothercar.Andnow,hewashungryforChristine.
ThepassinghumanlookedabitcloseratChristine."Christine,"it
said."Isthatyou,Christine?"Christineracedherengineoncemore.
Thistime,itwasnotconfusedwitha"Haaa",butitwasdefinitely
interpretedasathreat.ThehumanstaredatChristineasshepushedthe
gasinandstartedracingtowardsit.
Therewasalittle"splat"soundasthehumandisintegrated.Alittle
bloodgotstuckonChristine'sfrontshield.Shehurriedtowipeitoff
beforeshereturnedtotheToyota.
"Toyota,"shewhisperedintohisgastank."MyToyota,myonlyToyota.
You'retheToyotaofmylife.Iwanttospendtherestofmydayswith
you,Toyota."Thenshethrewaminuteportionofwaterathimandopened
herhood.
TheToyotagotquiteamazedwiththisactionandwasabouttohopon
whenChristinedisappearedintothinair,leavingonlytheexhaust
behind.TheToyotacaughtabitbeforeitreluctantlyrolledofftothe
nearestcarcemeteryandgotsomewhatdepressinglycompressedbyanother
machine.