Holy years

Holy Years

By Andrew McFing, from "The Worst of Mcfing"

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Mush Raines slept on the ground , having disturbing dreams. His blue skin sheened in sweat. He sees rivers of fire and bodies melting and burning , screaming forever. He hears his name his true name , the name he can not remember when he wakes, the name he doesn't want to remember. Why This body , why these eyes?. He wakes wrecked with someone else's pain , it's always the same. He has tried starving himself, whipping himself , getting really drunk or drugged up. He has tried chronic masturbation , cross dressing , but none of it has stopped the pain of damned souls from flooding into him while he sleeps , and the voices. Mush popped three valuims and went into his shop to work. His job was to manufacture torture devices to be used by the earth people on his own native Poldaaki people. He made good money doing it because all the other poldacs refused to for moral reasons. Right now he was working on a penis shredder. A long metal tube with levers you turn to make the manglers inside work the skin apart. He thought it was a fairly good penis shredder , he would hate to have such a device used on him certainly , unless maybe it would make the dreams go away. "Why do you taunt and haunt me so!" , he screamed to thin air.

Mush's front door slammed open and in stomped Jebbin Lane , an old friend of many rough years. "What the fuck?" , spit Jebbin , "How can you work on torture divices for your own people? What the fuck is your problem fuckface , huh? Tell me what your problem is? Is your fuckin brain rotted away from moldy fermented wine?".

"I am struggling spiritually" , Mush explained haltingly.

"You have to have a god damned soul for that to happen , not a black oozeing slime pit."

"I think God is talking to me" , Mush stammered.

"Which one , one of ours , or the fake earth God the parasites that own our world now bend over for?"

"You don't understand" , " Mush's face contorted with acidy emotion , "I am trying to find God!"

swift justice immediate effects

"By supplying the earthers with devices to torture your own people , your own fucking brother is dead now , after being tortured , probably from a device you made your self , how spiritual is that?". , Jebbin was shaking with rage. "I spent my nights fighting those bastards with flaming unefel plants and rocks , and my days helping the victims of the earthers. You spent the day helping them hurt us you stupid fuckin cocksucker."

"If your gonna just keep repeating your self you might as well go home , I have work to do" , Mush exclaimed. Jebbin howled in rage and punched Mush in the face , he then started throwing tools and devices around , managing to break a set of thumb screws.

"Please don't do this" , Mush begged as Jebbin took an axe to the stretch rack he had been working on for nearly a month.

"Your an ass fuck on a religious holiday , go to hell and suck shit there!" , Jebbin screamed as he stormed out the door , not bothering to slam it.

Jebbin stalks outside to discover a riot going on. twenty earthers are trying to hold back a big group of angry Poldacs. Fists flail and curses fly through the air. Jebbin clubbed a Asian earther hard in the head from behind with the flat side of the axe still in his hands. The man went down with a concussion and loss of three percent brain function. Three eathers jumped Jebbin with punches flailing , Jebbin hit the ground and they wailed many more punches and kicks into him. When the smoke cleared , two earthers lay dead , four more injured. Eight poldacs lost their lives and twenty eight more were injured , plus tweleve injured poldacs were arrested. Mush worked on torture divides through out all of that. "God wants me to work on these devices" , Mush told himself.

As Jebbin was dragged away he screamed "Help me Mush! Help me!". Mush heard but he was behind schedule on his project so he kept on working.

strong constitution

The next day saw the eartther's punishment routine. Mush was employed by them , so he had to bring the wooden body suit that contained the cruel spikes dipped in spider and worm venom. He left his shop , with a couple earthers. A angry crowd was gathered about chanting insults and curses to both the earthers and Mush who they hated for helping them. rocks were thrown at Mush , one struck him in the head and made him loose the heavy device he was carrying , It fell to the ground with a hollow thud. With painful grunts of effort Mush hoisted the device up and got it back onto his shoulders. Mush was bleeding from his nose and one eye was mostly swollen shut by now. A beautiful woman dressed like a whore , her breasts barely staying in her sideless purple shirt stomped up to Mush , "This is for my brother you earthsucker" , she spit in his face. Mush couldn't wipe it off his face , the heavy burden taking up both his arms prevented that. The spit ran down his cheek soaking his beard , it smelled vaguely of sperm. He saw a flash of nipple as she whirled angrily and stormed away , nice outfit. Finally Mush gets the device to it's destination and gently puts it down , all his muscles throbbing and achieing now.

"Sentenced for treason , rebellion , assaulting an earth man" , read an officer from a palm computer , " Bronel Teofs , you are sentenced to die!" A badly beaten man was forced out of a cell by strong beefy guards. Mush recognized the man , they had gone to grade school together , he used to pick his nose a lot back then. Mush opened the body suit , rows upon row of hypodermic needles were revealed , dripping with venom. A soldier ripped off Bronel's clothes and forced him naked into the wooden device , they shut it on the struggling man and he howled in pain. Many poisonous plants and animals supplied the vemon that sang in his veins. The man box shook as it's contents screamed and screamed. It took the man an hour and a half to die and he gave quite a show. The earth men laughed and smiled and made many rude jokes up about it later.

That evening finds Mush going into convulsions and making gurgling screams. The voices have started again , and his insides twist when they speak." I want the voices to stop ,to make the Gods hate me , to rape every holy man and than kill em . to make the gods choose someone else. White foam drips down Mush's mouth and chin. Mush's eyes roll up and spasming , expanding and contracting grossly. The gagging got more intense and the visions spoke with voices of thunder. Finally they left him and he vomited on the floor and passed out in it. Peace , sweet short peace.

focus on goals and how to reach them

Mush goes to see the healer lady. She is a common sight in poldac life. Every community has one to three. They are herbal healers , well learned and intuitive of the use of plants. Many have even used earth plants to heal their people. Anyway Mush tells her of his visions , his horror , his broken place in this broken world.She had him lay down and smoke a green tasty earth plant , he relaxed and felt like he was floating. It was kinda like a local fruit called murple. A murple or two and your zoning out and having creative ideas. He ate lots of them every spring through summer. "What if it's bad spirits in your head , or even demons the earth men brought with them?" , the healer asked him gently , like out of a soft dream.

"What if it's a god? You can't drive a god out!" , said Mush. The healer gave him six large cigarettes of the earth herb. She told him to smoke one in morning and one before bed until they were all gone. Mush smoked two that night in a row , he felt stoned beyond stoned. He floated in a soft bubble away from the spiritual world into plant peacefulness.

The next day Mush wakes and smokes another of those cigerettes. He feels blown away by it , almost in a dream state he wanders along the shore looking for what food may have washed up last night. He bends over to pick up a pink shell. He bashes it twice against a rock to crack it open. He sucks the succulent meat from it and chews it while it is still quivering. Mush licks the sauce off his lips and walks on , hunger gnawing at him as a side effect of the earth herb. He keeps thinking he hears footsteps behind him , but everytime he turns he sees nothing but empty beach. He gets so paranoid he forgets all about food gathering and he walks a little faster down the rocky beach. It seemed the ghostly foot steps got closer and closer. Mush wheeled around and screamed "Why are you haunting me?" Still just the slowly lapping waters of an empty beach. Mush was nearly jogging now and suddenly a footstep and a whisper directly in his ear sent him convulsing and foaming at the mouth , his eyes flicking back and forth spasmotically. The voice tells him to pay a visit to Sharona , the whore who had recently spit in his face. Mush rose , wipped the vomit from his chin, washed in the warm lapping water and walked on.

rule and justice through self-sacrifice

A long walk , four hours to get into the big city of oweifdu. One ot the three largest poldacian cities. Mush walked through the market, not knowing where to locate Sharona. Along the way he way merchants peddling everything from feather suits , to rare herbs , to earth men bones. Workers grinded plants in a giant wheel to make bread. Beggers sweeped through the crowd with arms outstretched for money or food. Strange drugs were being sold by stoned venders. Sun baked lizards on a stick , useing fragrant iwedo sticks from those tall ash colored trees, waved in Mush's face. Animals were sold for labor food or sex. A thousand colors of insence were for sale , plants from three planets offered the burner they're scents. Still on Mush walked , past the artist who carved people's portaits in fruits and vegitables , past the second hand tent that really sold weapons that were hidden among the old clothes and cooking supplys. Then a miracle sign from the gods happened , a shiney skinned man in brilliant red robes bumped into Mush , Mush could feel the man's bulgeing erection crush against him for a second and he thought he knew where such a man would be going. Mush followed him. Mush followed him past the earth men relics tent , that sold anything material related to earth people , past the black tent that sold children. On they went past varyous scented smokes from dark drugged up venders. Mush followed the man into the scarlet tent. Twelve men waited there , sitting cross legged on the floor. The men were waiting for their turn. some played dice , some talked , most just sit there cross legged and watched the sex action going on at the other end of the room. Mush just sat , waveing away the varyous cigerettes offered by the horny clientel. Right now a naked southerner with dark green skin and bushy hair shaped into a coiling serpant was spanking her ass while rideing her doggie style. Mush watched the scene. His ex girl friend turned whore earning her day's pay. Next a typical poldac escaped slave spent his last funds on a blow job that had him spurting in four minutes , he crumpled and fell to his knees after gooing on her face. Mush watched it all unfold like underground play in a decadant city. A fat bald poldac with sensual lips and a bird tattooed to his chest took her earth man style and thrusted grunting for ten minutes before gooing and departing. Mush waved away his turn saying he couldn't get an erection yet. A poldacian war victum went next. Two thirds of his body was covered with rough scar tissue. The wounded man dropped his pants to reveal a purple brown scar penis , pocked with big red holes and rancid veins. She took it in her mouth like a pro , bobbing up and down ,cheeks imploding with forcefull suction. The man had little nerve tissue left and the blow job took an hour and twenty minutes to finish , and only that fast because towards the end she began working her finger in and out of his ass. Mush waved his turn to the pimple pocked street orphan , a boy of probaly ten , all scared up from the street. He payed all his money to suckle her breasts for ten mintues. Next came a old man who just wanted to jack off whle she called him degradeing names. Thirty seven minutes later he popped some dry ejaculation onto her hair. The line went on like that for four more hours. Finally the crowd was gone , as it was closeing time. Now Mush approached her.

"Fuck you" , Sharona screached , "You fucking piece of slime. You sit there and watch me all fuckin day then you aproach me!".

"I'm came here to ask you to forgive me" , Mush said to his ex girlfriend.

"Then I shall hate you forever , and curse each night before I sleep , you wretched piece of ultra-shit!" , she screamed at him.

"No , don't be this way Sharona! Forgive me , help ease my tortured soul!" , Mush whined.

"Go crawl out of here on your belly like the worm you are", spat Sharona. She lit a fat cigerette of a half dozen herbs thrown together and smoked it , ignoreing him. So Mush did as he was told , he got on the floor and wormed his way out of there , arms against his sides , he crawled like a worm. "And don't come back!" , Sharona said coldly as he oozed off.

Mush got to his feet outside the place and walked on and on. He walked for four hours straight out of the grassland and into the red hills where relics of mind bogglingly ancient temples and tombs are found. He walked numbly on bloody feet to a old temple still in use. Mournful wailing filled it's echoing dust colored stone walls. A saggy eyed priest met Mush when he rang the visiter bell. "Hello hour holiness , why is their such mourning?" , Mush asked the weary looking man in the vegetable pelt robe.

"The highest father of this temple died last night" , the faded old man explained.

"I am sad to hear that highest father , do you think I should join in?" , Mush offered.

"No , son , you need your rest , you see I know who you are". , the wizened man said and then departed. The words rang in Mush's ears , he broke out into a cold sweat. Mush could feel himself shaking , that revaluation has really getting to him , even more so than Sarona's hateful attitude just because he wouldn't fuck her when they where teens and the visions started. Mush found his way to torch lit dusty halls to the visitor sleeping quarters. The place consisted of a large room with thirty beds. The beds were made of wood , and softened by fresh leaves of silky tropical vegetation. Only four beds where kept up this way at a time. The plants stay soft and comfy for about two weeks if sprayed daily with water. Mush layed on one and was asleep almost instantly. When he woke up nine hours later the wailing was still going on. He got out of the bed and followed the crys. There a bunch of shabbily robed men where gathered around the corpse of they're leader. The very wizened man who he had spoken to the night before.

"This is the man who I spoke to last night" , Mush whispered to the handsome gay priest beside him.

"This is our highest father , he died two nights ago , you must be mistaken" , the priest told him. Mush was stunned , he just gaped at the man , naked with dozens of colorful candles burning all over him , a blue liquid was spilled on his forehead and chest. Then they wrapped the old man up in a rich white spider silk from the forty pound jungle spiders. The mummy was buried in the red hills to a long speech by the new highest one. Incense was burned until Mush's head swam. Silver and red streamers crossed his vision from the thick purple incense smoke , strange tingles through out him. For a moment he thought he would pass out altogether , those were strong burning herbs.

After the final end to the funeral Mush and the gay priest go up a steep cliff and sit , hair blowing in the wind and talk about the gods. Mush told the priest of his visions , his pain , his job , his sexual affairs with vegetables.

"At least you know the gods have a purpose for you , the priest said shaking his head sadly. "I wait day after day , year after year for some sign , something to make me feel they are with me".

"They would probably give you hell on earth like they have done to me. I never wanted any of this. I could have been happy porking Sharona till we grow to old and tired to shag".

"But you are chosen for something larger than life , I will pray for you every night".

"Just pray it's over soon" , Mush said as he got up to leave.

turning point in one's life

Mush slept that night in a high tower of the ancient temple , older than his race of people , having been built by the foefk people , a ebony black skinned people with silver eyes who had died out probably a thousand years ago. The place was a ten foot round room at the top of the tower , accessible by a one hundred foot spiral stair. a chattering sound wakes in from the place he has slept to be pureifyed. Hundreds of nasty greasy black beetles fill the room , crawling all over everything including him.

"Hello Mush , we are your true friends , we will listen" , they chant.

"I have no friends , just those who want to be my masters" , Mush told the disgusting bugs that crawled all over him. thunder shook the hills , snow fell up from the ground to the sky.

"You want to know who you are? , the bugs sang , "You are a man , but more than that you are the son of the GodLIefwel who layed with your mother one night in the form of a smoking fish , intoxicating smoke." The bugs began gathering in a mound around Mush , many more climbing bed with nasty clicking noises. "More than that you are a demi-god , somewhere between the two extremes." Mush brushed the bugs from his face as they sang , his gorge rising.

"Get off me!" , he screamed. The gay priest came upstairs then and shook him violently , the bugs disappeared and Mush was staring back at the gay priest in this empty room.

"It's alright man , you were in a delirium , but it has past , the bugs all came out of you , now you are purified."

"whoo-hooo!" , cheered Mush he never felt cleaner in his life , like he took a long shower in the world's cleanest waterfall. His hair by now had gone from brown to blond.

The priest embraced Mush , I little too long for Mush's asexual comfort. Mush thanks the priest and makes his way back home. A long long walk and he had only eaten at the temple. He arrives home late in the evening a he goes in and sleeps in the same robe he has worn for the last sixteen days. Not an unusual thing for poldacs.

This is a Gate

Mush woke from his sleep seven hours later and got up to go outside and take a piss. A million insects sang out there. As soon as Mush walked out a fist collided with his face and he slumpled against the wall , still groggy. By the time Mush's eyes focus he is being held against the wall with a knife to his throat. Mush eyes clear and he sees Jebbin at the end of the knife. "I was sent here to kill you", his friend tells him.

"Then do it , I am pure for now and I no longer fear death , it is just a door you go through!" , Mush told him. Jebbin brought the sharp serrated edge to his childhood's friend's throat , Mush flinched and didn't look completely free of fear , although he was passive as hell about it..

"What kind of man are you?" , spat Jebbin in frustration, he never killed someone who did not f ight back before and it was making him squeamish. Mush said stood there with his eyes pressed shut..

block catastrophe ward off negativity

"Go ahead friend" , Mush said , "I will be back a million times in other lives if that's what it takes." Jebbin grunted in frustration and began paceing back and forth in front the the childhood friend he used to play hide and seek with.

"If I don't kill you what will you do?"

"If left alive I will speak to the people, try to save them , try to save everyone, even the earth folk , the the fish people." Jebbin began to pace more furiously , remembering childhood scenes when the earth men had only just arrived and had not fucked up they're world yet.

"Maybe the gods didn't send you here to kill me, I think they sent you here to follow me", Mush told him earnestly. By now Jebbin was pacing so fast he tripped and fell. He got up and brushed the insects and leaves off him. The two looked each other in the eyes for eight minutes , Mush didn't blink once.

"Alright , I will follow you" , Jebbin said after a long circling pace.

joyful comradeship

They walk again , over the red hills and back to oweifdu the great city by the sea. As they entered the day at nine in the morning the locals were gathered together where one of them was pulling Sharona along by her hair.The people in the crowd screamed " Bitch whore, slut! Cunt! Bitch! Mush Hurried towards the riot. "Kill that bitch!" , a old man with wooden teeth screamed , although he had bit her tits and given her splinters and had his prune sucked a half dozen times by her for pay., The man dragging her once had a crush on her when they were in they're teens, now he forced her against the wall and stripped down her robe , leaving her naked and trembling before them.

"You fucked earth men for pay on a holy day! For your deeds you shall die!" , howled the wooden toothed man , his prune tingling beneath his robe. Many erections among the howling crowd. They had the traditional lynching weapons on them , spider venom tipped barbed rods , the venom causes intense burning pain , the rods slowly beat the victim to death. The old man with the wooden teeth lashed her naked back with the rod , it left a welt and she cried out in pain and fear, all the ones in the crowd with stiffies moved in with they're rods. More curses of "Slutt and bitch!", from the leery men , eyes on her goodies , burning eyes.More lashes to breasts, back and ass. Mush broke into the crowd pushing people back.

"Who the fuck are you?", asked wooden teeth , others began pushing at Mush trying to get him out of the way. Mush pushed back and whirled to face them from all angles, spinning and making eye contact with everyone in the crowd.

"Why are you doing this?" , he asked while caressing Sharona's naked back , the welts faded away where he touched.

"Will want to kill the bitch , she was allowing earth men to ass fuck her for pay on a religious holiday!" , screeched wooden teeth.

"They're is nothing spiritual about a lynch mob, think about what the gods say about wasting life", Mush implores.

"She is a dirty cunt whore and we want to kill her, the man man screamed at Mush, stepping forwards and lifting the sting rod high. Reluctantly Jebbin stepped forwards to protect Mush, but Mush pushed him back gently with his free hand. The other was waving in the air all mystical and spiritual looking.

"I see that you are angry because you spent all your money on earth wine and drank it on a holy day, then you decided that you wanted a drunken blow job and demanded that she put one on your tab, when she refused you start a lynch mob with a bunch a horny men to back you up." The men kinda looked sheepish then and looked down embarrassed. Mush meanwhile was massaging Sharona's breasts, the welts faded away, she had the best skin in the whole city, from the constant squirts of lubricant ten hours a day. Murmurs started in the crowd when they realized what his caresses was doing. "If you attack her or me, and your dirty inside, I swear the gods shall strike you down right here right now."Mushes eyes flashed they power. The men backed up from him ,most dropped they're rods. The men kept backing up, as Mush helped Sharona up, he led her to a building they could lean against and helped her down. She was still naked, her skin glowing from Mush's touch, nipples looking so very tasty. "Don't go, I want to talk to all of you", Mush told the crowd as Jebin leered at Sharona's full round breasts.

resistance or barrier -

"there are worlds outside of worlds and worlds inside of worlds, the dawn was burned me with love and filled my soul with the song of the gods." Mush said intensely, groping for words to describe his illumination, his new purity, the flashes of beautiful light on the edgesof his vision all the time now. The gods are still there for you and if you live according to there standards no matter how badly in this life you may suffer, your next will be a step up , maybe even a leap up. To live your dark angry lives is a spiritual jeopardy. You may not go anywhere after death, just live the same life again with a different name. Or you could be worse off, born legless, or something. So there is little that can be done in this world, but this world is one of many you will pass through, until you make it beyond all that, where I am now."

"In other words, you don't offer anything for the here and now, where we are starving?

"I wouldn't say I offer nothing in this world, the gods ways bring peaceful harmony, and the ability to find pycho-active plants like a bloodhound. This world no longer belongs to our people, nothing can change that, but there are others worlds, worlds where your lives can be endlessly better."

"Fuck off you mental case", called a voice towards the back.

"You sir, who tortures kittens and masterbates about it later need to make some important decisions about your futures. Do you really want to slowly de-evolve into a cockroach, or maybe a cuntroach?" Mush pointed the fingers of his mystical waving hands at the heckler, who turned bright red and shat himself.

"Did someone fart?", asked a man behind the heckler. This began the speaking tour part of Mush's journey. He would go into a trance normally, with the help of some murples, or some other convenient jungle herb that he would somehow know will alter him, and know somehow the way to use each of these magical plants.

The next day finds him whacked on four fresh murples, he can barely keep his eyes open, yet the gods sing in his veins and he stands before another crowd. "I way the light, to guide you through the world, the blanket to protect you while you sleep, I am a reincarnational shortcut, I can advance you three steps instead of one when you die, we can lighter the wheel of karma and freshen the world like never before!" Mush moved among the crowd staring at people with these eyes of flowing energy, people mostly were amazed by him, a handful of hecklers still gave him trouble though.

Some locals have joined Mush's group and they follow behind him with stary eyes. Elsewhere in the city people driven mad by his speeches attack earth men in a frenzy ending up dead, killing a earther half the time, these mad ones died out quickly and were a chapter of history censored from the New Poldaki scriptures. Two more speeches, these a little more flashy, with Mush telling jokes and holding babies. He was learning how to pump a crowd. The following morning he decides to lead his followers out of this big city and spread the word. Sharona comes to him in her best red flimsy vegetable pelt robe. "Take me with you", she begged, stroking his hair and stareing into his strange eyes.

"No, you must stay here and spread the word in the city, I anoint you pope Sharona. He kissed her forhead and moved on with his skinny troupe of disciples.

As Mush went town to town, village to village his followers grew in number, till they looked like a ragged weaponless army, still they marched across the lands. One night finds them camped on a hill filled with soft rocks that the earth men call pillow stones. Bunches of hungry Poldacs sprawled everywhere. Jebbin and Mush talk together sitting on a big double bed sized stone, it's spongy texture yielded slightly to there weight, making it a comfortable couch. "You have all these followers, but they are weak, what if we are ambushed?, I'm the only one who even has a weapon" , Jebbin was whittling a piece of wood into a pipe with his savage looking blade.

"All the people should lay down they're arms, this is not the time to fight, it is the time to love" , Mush sub-jested. "Love and herbs", Mush mused. "I am afraid tonight, Jebbin. I fear I will let the gods down and be thrown into a hideous salvia space for all eternity. What if I'm just crazy and am hearing voices? How long before the earth men take me away? I am scared, hold me Jebbin", Mush fell into Jebbin's arms and they gave each other brotherly hand jobs. Poldacs don't consider a man giving a man a handful a homosexual act, but they do consider, anal sex, blow jobs, and bowling together to be gay. They then slept cuddled together through the cold tropical night. Some of Mush's followers did as they're leader did, they lended helping hands to their fellow followers. Cold lizards crept through the camp whle everyone slept, eating whatever food they could get to. All the dried up jism was licked up by the icy lizards as well. From somewhere deep in the jungle a single deep low drum sounded, it went on repeating the same tap tap boom for two and a half hours and then it fell silent as the morning sun rose. Mush was the first up, the morning sun bringing back the warmth, he bathed in the river while chanting mantras. Slowly his raggedy followers rose and joined him in the river, repeating his mantras like a call and response. Mush preformed his first miracle, he began reaching into the water and pulling out fish. He through dozens of them onto the shore where they flopped and died. "Breakfast time", his told his people.

Jebbin and Mush left the river and fanned themselves dry with the huge idsikfe leaves that grew at water's edge. "I think you should go see the mad holy man foew fossi. He is said to be touched by the gods, that is why his mind cracked, but the messages come through clear enough."

"alright then, lets go to him", spoke Mush. They traveled through the jungle insects biting all but Mush. On and on towards the great rivers that crossed and recrossed each other. Before they had even gotten into the holy man's camp they could hear wailing and frenzied drums. It sounded more like a party than anything else. They walked closer, the people were dancing, trance flowing, hair flying about, wailing hugging.

Mush's followers fell into the dancing, or at least swaying to the beat act and some even started wailing along. Jebbin was getting a glistening eyeful as he stared at the pretty ladies who came for the lessons of the mad holy man. They stripped naked or topless and bathed to the spiritually cleansing waters of the river. Naked swaying people all about, censors burned with potent herbs. the holy man was screaming about the lives apon lives of decay and falling back the wicked will fall into. "And you shall know the suffering of the cold and starving, chained to stinking prisons and lashed every night before cookies and bed! Your armpits will grow fungous that shall reek so wrong, that not even the grave will have you! You will slowly become a worm, a maggot, a dung eating fungous that emits foul vapors, but still you shall fall deeper and lower!" As Mush approached the man from behind, he knew he had seen him somewhere before, then he knew, the voice that called him by his true name! The man dressed in white. "You will sink still further and become a being that is ninety percent raw nerve cells,that only feels pain and feels it so intense poldacs would die after five minutes of it!" Mush continued walking up from behind the holy man, he whirled to face Mush. "Who are you!", the man yelled into Mush's face intensely, with burn burning eyes and long grey white flowing hair.

"I'll tell you who I think I am?, Mush said slowly and carefully.

"Are you subjesting that who are the chosen one of the Gods?", the holy man said with a deepening intensity. All the sudden all the sound blew out. Neither could hear anything, not the wailing or frenzied drums that filled the air.

"I want you to tell me if I am!", Mush said, and they both could hear his voice, nothing else, but his voice like it was the only thing that makes sound.What the holy man could see was distorted, out of sync.

"I feel that you are the one who was spoken of for hundreds of year, I feel that it is you!", the man said.

"I need for you to give me the holy dose!", Mush sang.

"No no, you are the one who should be dosing me", the holy man shook his head.

"Dose me!",Mush insisted. Mush dropped his robe and stood naked before the insane holy man. Holy man began singing the dose song, the others in the camp heard and joined in with fevered excitement. He old man was sway dancing as he led Mush to a big black tent. Inside the tent was many herbs that had been gathered and prepared for the dosing. Holy man spread this nasty yellow sap over every inch of Mush's body, the stuff was a potion that absorbs through the skin. It paste felt hot on Mush's skin, the fumes coming up made it hard to breath. He was sweating and the sweat was being held back by the paste, it dissolved in the sweat making the chemicals soak into him faster. His heart began racing. Sounds seemed to phase in and out of audibility. He felt like he had a fever, the singing masses before him seemed to open up his head, colorful tracers followed all movements. The grinning mad holy man led Mush to the smoke room, where big censors of strong herbs where being burned, the place smelled like an old memory. Mush breathed the fragrant smoke from the leather hide tent for ten minutes, having phantasmagorical visuals and a body buzz to bruise the world. Mush was lead out in a fog. His mouth hung open and he stared blankly as dozens of hugging arms enfolded him. The visuals became a strong blue swirl, with every possible color sparking inside, millions of eyeballs watched him as they floated in it. His whole visual field kept going from full wrap around hallucination to a complete white out of pure pleasure that soaked his every cell with spiritual energy. Finally he past out in a sea of hugs.

Late that night, the festival like atmosphere has settled to a couple drummers pounding out the same endless tom tom bapa tap. Most of the people are asleep, sprawled beside the river. Mush and the holy man talk for long hours. They argue on the spiritual path, the proper path, what man should do, if earth men have bigger or smaller penis's than Poldacs. They spoke of tree lice, exported earth bubblegum, and sandals made from the bodies of the dead. "If you want to know what the gods want of you, you should go the top of the great ofdie mountain and seek them there, but beware for other gods and beings may be found there as well".

"I will go there with the sun rises holy sir", Mush told the wizened man. They then kissed with flicking tongues for three minutes. French kissing a holy man is not considered gay to Poldacs, although blow jobs, and attending football games together is considered gay. Mush walked off on his own, lost in rivalry and the buzz from the holy doseing still pounded in his head, although the visuals had dropped away by now. He had eaten a light breakfast of mushroom stem soap with chopped rodent bits, and onions from earth thrown in for spice. The walk felt good, it took him across the hilly part of this jungle, and up a vast red mountain that leveled off on top to make a massive plain. Among this wide flat plain interrupted occasionally by small hills and ancient buildings, no life could be seen anywhere. The earth men dated the abandoned buildings to be three hundred thousand years old and from some extinct race whose vary bones and fossils are lost in time. Red sand blew in the breeze looking almost like fog. Mush stopped in a very flat and smooth area and he drew a twelve foot circle around himself. "I will not leave this circle until the Gods, speak to me"., he vowed. Mush sat there cross legged and minutes passed, then hours past. He did not eat or pee for three days, and still he waited. Still awake, but nodding off his head on his chest often, Mush felt spats of rain falling on him. The rain was clean and clear within his circle, but an oily black outside the circle. Mush stood up and watched this strange weather. It seemed to be raining harder directly in front of him past the circle, the black foul wetness gathered and congealed together to form a pulsing lump of black grease with seven tube like tentacles and endless crablike eye stalks.

"You were alone, you cried out and here I am", said one of the tentacles, as the thing opened and closed to form gurgling words a brown drool splattered out, turning to clear water when it passed his circle.

"I did not call for you foul black souled thing", Mush said in burned out anger and fear.

"Since I knew it was you, I have loved you", the dripping tentacle said. "You could rule this world and maybe many more worlds", the phlegm drooling out turned from black to green, it lay about the thing in a oily pool. The discharge stained the rocky plain for seventy years before finally eroding and fading away. "You are pure like the rain in the higher planes, you need only something like me to show you all the keys to power, you can make your own plans, you can take away all suffering!", the things discharge changed colors again, this time a greasy black phlegm oozed from it, all it's tubes and tentacles oozed with the stuff.

"No that is wrong, you know good and well the gods want us to suffer, that's why we are here, go away foul demon!", Mush screamed at the dripping thing. The foul beast growled and sharp stingers pushed out of each tentacle, they looked lethal, it jumped on Mush, but as it passed the circle he had drawn it transformed into clean clear water and splashed him. Mush just giggled, his brain nearly collapsing from starvation. Mush licked the water off himself, it was good, a little pocket of strength returned to him, he sat there and waited some more. After two hours he could see a speck in the distance drawing closer. The speck grew in size as it closed in. It was a beautiful woman wearing only fragrant flowers over her special areas. She was way beyond beautiful and Mush was suddenly fully awake, his cock standing at attention. " I love you", the woman said in a voice like liquid thunder, no earth woman, this was a spirit or goddess. She wore only various fruits that clung to her naked body hiding the most tingly parts. "I love you", this sensual being said again, Mush felt his member beginning to lubricate at the tip. "I want you to eat my fruit", she told him with a warm sexy smile. "Step outside of your clothes and step outside of that circle", she ordered him as she plucked a juicy apple from her chest revealing a erect and divine nipple. Mush forced his eyes closed plugged his ears and held his breath, trying to shut out all the sexy sensations making him feel feverish. "Go away!", Mush screamed. The divinely sexy entity screamed a mountain shaking scream and turned to a ugly writhing mass of worms and bugs before exploding. Mush collapsed nearly sleeping too tired to rise back up. He lay like that sleeping a few minutes and then forcing himself awake. A face as big as the desert stared at him, it had lightning for eye sockets, then a swan with eight heads, then a tap dancing bear in scuba gear, visions, spirits, lessons, and Mush broke the circle and wandered off, almost dead from starvation across the ancient mountain. Mush's brain was boiling with confused signals. He descended the mountain at dawn, looking even more scrawny than normal, his face pale as death.

Bethmork and Tishan were relaxing in they're hut. They passed a jade pipe back and forth and lazily blew smoke rings out the round window. Mush stepped into their doorway and he had to hold on to the wall to keep from collapsing. "Who the fuck are you?", spoke Bethmork, she stared at the skeletal man leaning on her door.

"I'm a stranger from far off, I'm tired, hungry, and so thirsty my head rattles", he croaked at the women.

"Come in then stranger, grab a meal and a nap", Bethmork told him. Mush drank a couple shells full of wine and ate a fine bug broth the women kept around do to it's long time standing ability without getting bad.

"Very good", Mush told them as he munched.Mush had a couple more bowls of the broth and three more glasses of wine. As soon as he was done eating he fell onto their floor and slept for four hours.When he awoke the two ladies were still hanging out and smoking.

"Hi, did you have a good rest?", Tishan asked him as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.