The gloom bells warble

Police Action Life the reality TV show

The tough theme music plays as a cropped hair chubby faced officer is called into action after a long heart warming story about his boy. A high speed chase. Office Roy Porkus calls for the dog officers as he drives fast behind another officer who is chasing the suspect in a flashing perfect white tooth trendy euro style sports luxury hybrid car. Porkus is driving around tight corners but calmly directing the action like a general. Proud Daddy is moving in for a pit ram. "Pit now do it Now!", Screams the authoritarian voice of Roy Porkus and Daddy cop slams the white car. It goes sideways at sixty miles an hour and jumps a curb into a tall chain link fence that catches the cars and turns it over. Porkus is screaming "Put your hands in the air and get out of the car NOW! , The Man seems dazed only giving Roy a blank look from his bloody face. Porkus opens the driver side door and puts the Man into an arm lock, spinning him out of the car and throwing his head into the curb with a loud meaty thud. The Man convulses and vomits but is otherwise unresponsive. Daddy Hero pit rammer cop struts over to survey the damage. He has a grin on his face like you would see on a little kid burning ants with sun threw a magnifying glass. All the officers on the seen are built like bulls. Stocky barrel chests, big hairy arms. Perfect jocks living the good life. Getting the bad guys. This bastard didn't stop for they're random stop. They find a little baggie of grass enough for a couple pin joints Cops are gathered about the Man laughing as he is hauled off into an ambulance. They exchange insults about his race, his face, his name his hair do. Its all over except the shouting when they beat the Man some more in some camera less cell. But Porkus is strutting around like a star. He mentions that he is considering running for President in 2016. He don't play around when he does "What needs to be done to save the Country".

Roll the credits, start the theme song version 2 the hard fast version by popular heavy metal band, Kill Party.

In my Owl Mask

I have a good drunk on. Its moonless nights like this I like to prowl about completely naked in my Owl mask. But its early spring and its still chilly. So I have my black cape flapping loosely around my pale nakedness. The mask on my face. Its a very realistic mask of a snow white Owl so it goes well with my palidish skin. Late at night and there's no cars on the road. The closest house is a two story white one with peeling paint and glory that had faded before the hateful red neck family moved in decades ago. I've been in there before and I shall never willingly return. A nasty place nasty people. They have about nine yipping growling barking dogs that follow me as close as the tall fence allows them. I find a dented beer can on the road and I give it a kick with my naked toe. Its full so I scoop down and pop it open. People drive around with beers, tools, kids in the flatbeds of they're trucks and loose em when they turn quick tight corners of fish tail down the road burning rubber and yeee-hawing at four A M. I am kinda paranoid so I wrap the cape around me to hide my genitals. Dogs take on aspects of the owner's personality's and these people are fat greasy shit. The ugliest shittiest folks in the area. I fantasize about lobbing a fire bomb into that old run out house. Hopefully none would get out alive and if any did they would settle somewhere else. They smell like sweat and fat dipped in chemical waste. On past the next house. Nothing to see here, and more dogs barking in the yard. This is the dead hour. Everyone around here is asleep. The chance of a vehicle driving down this street before I get back home is 5%. A sexy dangerous low risk to take.

Where the rooms never end

Chelli calls. Asks me to come see her. I write down the address and I go outside to my car. A neighbor is standing on the edge of my yard staring sadly at my car. "Did somebody else run into your car? It's sad he says. A fifty something Man with mostly white hair is speckles of early times black slayed here and there. I walk around to the other side. The driver side is partially caved in from my being rammed by a bread truck. But the other side is worse off. I don't under stand how my car can be as smashed in as the other side is. But I open the driver's side door and slide inside. After four minutes of churning it starts up and I am off. The address turns out to be a parking lot. Only one car is parked there and it has a flat rear left tire. There is a small building. No windows about the size of a bedroom. But the address is plainly on this building and I knock expecting no answer and that's what I get. So I walked in. The room contains a elevator that takes up most the space. There is only a vending machine and pay phone in here. Clean concrete floor. No signs to explain any of this. I see the elevator has the standard up down button. I press it, considering if I really want to take this weird potential set up any farther. Chelly is one hot blonde sex Elf. I have had sex with every year or two for nearly a decade. The rest of the time I don't see her. Unless we happen to meet somewhere in town. Then its a little flirting sometimes a little feeling each other up. But she also has this black evil side. Just plain mean and the dark streak runs black enough to make the value of her sweet honey lips and perfect breasts worth it. If her fruity tasting sweet pussy is worth the trouble she brings like a black cloud. The elevator rattles loudly and the door opens with a ding. I look inside. It looks like the crudest of machines probably made in the 1950's. Fuck it. I step in and hit the down button. The floorboards are partly rotten out and I fear I shall step threw into some gears below that will catch and mangle my foot. The small room has very dim lights and is shakes like its going to come apart. I am really unnerved by it. And the descent is so slow. It so going down really far and I am getting old. Nipples erect as I fold my arms over my chest. A couple of times the elevator slows down to a near stop then picks up again, a nervous ride it is.

Finally it stops with a jarring thud that nearly knocks me over. The door slides open to reveal a long dark hall. Only lit by massively tall candles every ten feet or so. It is cold down here and I didn't bring a jacket, not suspecting I would end up far under ground today. I don't like this at all. Not a sound down here except a slow drip of water numbed and dulled by reverberations from the concrete walls. I decide to go back up, but as I turn and head for the elevator it lurches at up that long worn out shaft. It will take around ten minutes to get up there and as long to return if it makes it. Now I have nothing to do but to kill some time. So its down the hall. Its cold wet, clammy down here. A long hallway. A series of doorways that have no doors. They look in on empty rooms. Some of them have desks and chairs set up like a class room. Some are completely empty or contain stacks of cardboard boxes, gray and white speckles of mold covering them. I still don't like it here. I feel like some cannibal cult freak is going leap out of of of these door ways. I decide to turn around and wait by the elevator door. I huddle against the door. There is a little warmth generated by the friction and old failing electrical system that runs that death trap box that is still crawling its way back to the top. Who is coming down it? Chelly? All the more reason to wait then. I feel paranoid and I step back half way out of the little room towards that long dim hall. The archaic box finally dings and opens. It's Chelly. She is with a tall Man who looks like some kind of wizard. They both wear black leather outfits that have glyph's and magic symbols etched in white chalk on them. She grins a charming grin. Only its predatory. These leather magic armor outfits have sharp broad shoulders. The Man is grinning like a ghoul. Short thick curly hair. Olive skin. Perfect teeth that grin with malice. I don't say anything. I turn and run down that hall I feared to tread down earlier running full tilt. "Hey wait!", Chelly called after me. I have made it farther then I did last time and the hall T's. I take the left way and keep sprinting down a similar hall. I have this helpless sick feeling that I'm going to die down here in this cold dark place. I so wish I wouldn't have taken the ride down. I'm going to fucking die! A sick adrenaline rush. A bitter wave of hatred burns my face red. I will kill them both if I get the chance. I am sprinting down the hall. No doors along this hall, just colorless concrete with those long thick candles burning at intervals keeping the place dimly lit. I pass by a large hole in the wall and glance at it. I see another hall similar to the one I'm running down, with dim flickering electric lights. I turn around and hurry into this other hall. The hole is nearly big enough to fit a small car into side ways. Broken rusted steel twists of rod extrude from the sides of the hole. The air is moister in this other hall and small puddles of water are gathered in the sunken parts of this disintegrating floor. I slow down my run here. Catch a little breath now that I seem to have a head start. I try to think about what is best to do now. I need to get up that elevator. Maybe if they come looking for me I can double back and leave. Maybe dis-able the elevator and leave them stranded down here. What did I ever see in that Woman? Besides her perfect tits and luscious tasty pussy. Hell I had nightmares about her when when we going out. I find a dark room with lots of debris to hide behind. I shall wait it out here for about twenty minutes and then try sneaking back to the elevator. Hell even if I make it back unseen it takes so fucking long for it to come down if it needs to they could guess what's up and easily catch up to me. But what other choice is there? I have got to fucking get out of here! Maybe move to a new city at least three states away. My final decision is to bush rush them if either or both lay in wait, just flail kicks and punches fight my way into that elevator and leave them behind. Maybe I can dis-able it if I make it to the top and leave them stranded down here. But I approached slow and careful...Sp scared. so bitter sick from the sheer outrage of it I almost puked before stepping into the room where the way out stood. No one is in here! I hit the up button and the doors shrieked open. I rushed inside and hit close. I could hear running footsteps and her voice calling out. "Hey what are you doing?". It seemed a really long time before the box starting shaking its slow way to the top. I actually heard fists pound the door.

It takes so long for the box to bump and scrap its way to the top. I breathe slow deep breathes trying to get myself under control. When the doors open I half expect more leather clad wizards waiting but there is only the empty room and the street behind. I escape down it without looking back.

A few months after that I got some unknown caller calls that I let voice mail handle. It was her asking if I would like to take naked picutres of her in an abandoned grave yard twenty miles out of town. I never returned the calls.

In the Woods

One there was a woods near the edge of the town of Haze. The woods are all gone now. Brought down to build houses, schools, fields. I the 1950's a Half Elf Woman lived with her son Tolmol in the woods. All the towns folk agreed that no good folk live in the Elf haunted woods. That half breed is a witch. This is true if you define a witch as a herbalist as the townsfolk did. Theola Silori. A exotic looking Woman with the delicate beauty of the long killed or driven off Elf people. She made herbal remedy's from herbs and animals she harvested in the woods and along the cricks to the river. When popular school Principal Sarah Mons died at age 98 rumors rattled about that Theola witch cursed her and made her die. Basically anything bad hits the town like a flu outbreak and its Theola's fault. Spring came. Soon the weekend town festival of "The choosing" will be here. Games, plays, music people selling things from secret under the table tarot deck purchases to local grown produce. The town really comes alive this time of year. Children deck out like spring flowers. Good food from all over to buy and eat. The festival comes to a climax at 8 P M Sunday when the name of this year's citizen sacrifice is randomly chosen from a spinning cage full of names. A little cheating has been known to occur among the town authority s to rig the name to get get of some local trouble maker. The chosen has two choices. To run and try to escape. The sacrifice is done on the following full moon night. If runner escapes its eternal banishment under threat of torture and death. If they run and are caught its a cruel time till the slaughter. With sexual abuse among the town elders, public nude dips in tubs of shit and whippings. No food, only water. A few days of hell as punishment then killed with a ceremonial pitchfork. Its points made of carved flint. The ones who do not run are fed very well. Given access to attractive sex partners. Kept drunk and high from strong herbal brews til the day the pitchfork falls. The body is then charred to send up savory fumes to Jeebus. Afterwards the body is covered with a honey glue and made into a scarecrow. Another name is drawn and the winner gets to keep this new powerful totem scarecrow in his field til the next year. It is believed all these human scarecrows bring great luck but the freshest one is said to produce incredible rich bounties. The older one is auctioned off at the end of the year. Some farmers own several. There was talk among the town elders of rigging the lottery to make Theola or her son this years chosen. But they decided not to thinking that such a sacrifice would not please Jeebus. Nearly everything this small family used was home made, woods hunted, home grown.

Friday night and the town's foot ball team are sitting in the Quarterback's family's living room watching pornos and chugging beers. The boys are hot tonight and they want pussy. Sometimes after a victorious game when they get like this they beat up one of the nerd book stack carrying faggots. Mainly Rubyn Hays. But he gives off this sour bitter peanuty smell when mouth raped and it turns they're stomachs. Most of the boys have secretly tried the money bridge trick to rent Theola's pussy and nothing happened. None admitted it saying it a stupid rumor. But they sure want to fuck her. They are the foot ball team. They have wealthy dads and lots of spending cash. Theola is in her late thirty's now but she keeps herself looking good. With herbal skin creams to make her golden brown skin so soft and gives her such a warm tone. That long blond hair flowing down her back like sunlight on water. Crest's father claims that he saw her bathe naked in the river in the light of the full moon when she was sixteen years younger and he still seems to remember every detail of her body flowered into its prime. For the whole time she has lived in these woods rumors and bragging lies have been spread. So many Men claim to have been "Up that". Yet she has yet to have sex with any townsfolk who she considers "stupid rednecks".

A big winning game, fourth in a row for this mighty team! And the quarter back Rocky Bader broke a member of the Cricksdale falcon's leg on purpose and got away with it. They tried to get that guy off the field and in a cast last year. But now one of they're top three players was out the rest of the season. Rocky wanted some pussy to celebrate. That half Elf bitch should feel right honored to receive his eight and a half inches of glorious sunny cock. And the whole team one by one! She being a lower life form than a pure Human. The team decided to go to her shack with some money and get some. Even if she refuses. If she does then shes really getting it. lt So drunk. Laughing and pissing and reminding themselves to be quiet. Theola was awake at 2 A M when they came snapping twigs and tittering. She knew pretty much what to expect. She took her son to run away and hide. There was a living tree growing threw the living room and a hole in the roof to allow for its highest branches. With room for her son to climb up it and escape. He scrambles up the tree not knowing what to expect. But instead of taking off from branch to branch to safety in the woods he climb up high in a nearby tree and watched the Young Men swagger towards the shack. Seven Young Men. Occasional bursts of bravado laughter and cat calls. Theola only had time to grab a head band fom the wall to tie around her. It had sharp hooked stinging nettles on the outside and she could grab it by the tie handle undoing it into a weapon in her hand. The Boys didn't wait around. One loud knock and they burst in. Stinging of sexual boy musk and booze. "We are here to pay for some of your pussy", Alan Helms said with a ghastly grin that was supposed to be charming. Theola knew that this was not going to end well. She fumbled for something to say while edging back towards a wall rack of hanging knives. "I am not a whore you boys had better go", She said while reaching for a knife. Rocky Jones was a star quarter back and he put his hard training to use when he tackled her. The knife clanged falling away and his sweaty body on top of her. "I guess that means You will do us for free, being as we are the small town hero's the home team!" Rocky growls as the others surround her tittering, the stink of teen boy musk fills the room. "Get off me now or you and your friends will regret it!", Theola threatened. A hard punch to the jaw was his reply. The rest of the foot ball stud stars grabbed her arms and legs rendering her spread eagle'd for the star quarterback as he pulled his pants down and his cock from the forty dollar designer boxers.

Her son, Tolmol had not fled far. He watched from the branches of the tree he had hidden in. All he could think to do was pick a couple of the thorny knobby cinder tree fruits and pitch them down onto our hero quarter back, giving him stinging welts. "Cock sucker mother fucker!" , Alan Helms screamed in rage standing up with his bare erection in open view to look up at the boy who even then was hurling another thorny fruit. Alan dodged the second throw and yelled to his buddies "Kill that little prick!" , That's when Theola undid her headband and lashed it across Alan's face, deep red lines weeping blood all over his face. 'Ahhhh you fucking bitch whore!', He screamed rolling off her. A couple boys rushed in to kick her in the head hard. She lay dazed on the floor staring up at her son throwing down his last throne fruit. One of the other jocks picked up her knife and threw it at the kid. The handle end bounced off his knee and the kid jumped onto the roof and out of they're site. "Get him!" , Our foot ball hero soon to be major of the town yelled. The boy was a nimble tree jumper. And branch to branch mostly concealed by the leaves he escaped crying. The boys searched whistled and called out threats awhile they came back in. Rocky was raping Theola hard. Laughing at her gasps of pain. "You know you love all star human cock baby no need to pretend not too. Hell we are all doing to do you a favor". Tolomol ran silently. A quiet kid who never spoke again after this day. The only other person he ever really knew very well was Ol' grandpa spokes. Spokes was a trapper who had a cabin on the river bank. He trapped beavers and other critters to make pelts with. He once made Tolmol a skunk fur gloves he wore all the time and loved dearly until they finally wore out and apart. But Ol' "Grandpa Spokes" had moved on a year and a half ago to an area with more game. But he toldl Tolomol if he was ever in trouble to go to his cabin and ring the old bell and he would come. A old drunk's lie..That's where the boy ran and he rang and rang that old rusted out bell. It barely made a sound the metal had rusted so dull. shavings broke off and fell around him like heavy red snow. Grandpa Spokes never came. Another shroud of bitterness to shroud the boy's belly for all of his days. The gang rape continued for a long time, followed by Jones brutal kicks and cuts burns, hair set on hair. When they left she was hardly recognizable, in fact they cut out her pussy and adorned a branch with it as a secret trophy. They burned the place down behind them to hide the evidence in case anybody cared. The fire burned four miles of woods and threatened to consume the town. The boys where hero's when they bravely passed buckets of water to splash the fire back and save the town. Poor Rocky got his face all cut up in the process.

The boy never spoke a word again after that day. He lived in the woods. He spend a lot of nights in Uncle Spoke's abandoned cabin. The jocks would bring they're rifles and bows into the woods on drunk weekends looking for the kid. Killing them would some how erase the guilt. No witness no act. They never caught the boy but they knee he must be alive late in that horrible summer. They discovered Uncle Spoke's cabin and some food and other evidence the boy had been sheltering here. They spent the night drinking there hoping the boy would return. The boy returned but they are drunk and loud and he avoided the place and instead he slept in one of the four hammocks he had made high up in trees and concealed by leafy branches. They returned, staked the place out a few more times and then they burnt the place down in frustration. The silent boy prowled at night. He knew that little town almost as well and the people who lived there. They didn't see him forage threw trash cans. Some times steal clothes off a back yard line. He even broke into houses sometimes to haul off food and blankets. But he feared the towns folk and he seldom made much trouble. Years went by and the boy survived. He built four cabins in the woods and several tree houses and lean tos.

The evening of Martian Pony Meat

Eat a hasty re-meat. Soda my in a bronze trailer. Pick scarabs from the dawn. Telescoping hope, all chewed on. Charged by designer soda I jump over the counter to punch that fat thief asshole in the face. Knew he from the back when. Hit him and split him with a heavy pan. Martian pony meat stand on the way home too much of a temptation. What caliber guitar whammy bar. What chocolate jar holds broken glass. Where sits the new Teflon benches. Where lays a single spray to cure the whole worlds itches? Good times. Paying a quarter for thirty seconds of the vendo suck machines time! So hot! I love to put in all the quarters I've got here. Buy up to three minutes of machine love time. The best part is I get to pull out my cock right there in the vending machine hall leading into the supermarket. I of course time it so some sexy female is coming in as I pull myself out and feed it to the soft pink nozzle and the sucko friction begins. The things you can get away with now a days. As long as you don't from a thin set of rules.

Meanwhile someone has killed the neighbor's seven loud all night barking dogs. Must have poisoned them. The block went all quiet for the first time in months. The dogs where hauled out and nailed to every telephone pole on the block and a little beyond. Long nails threw legs and torsos. Little dogs, medium sized dogs. A ghastly seen for us going to work early that morning.

A good minty explosion in my lungs. A thousand new tastes of marijuana. Mostly food flavors like chocolate latte and bacon. Pork and beans kush. radish skunk.

There's nothing left to die for so we go on living.

What are they up to nowadays?

Doctor Spew, now ninety and frail as an onion skin is living in a care home in Europe. A private care home where his toothless mummy is sustained on liquid foods and a number of illicit substances. He shall go on here constant with ever dimming vision for a few more years before dying with a contented grin.

Motely Howe is completely fucked up on Amanita Muscaria mushrooms and howling with his intuit friends at the northern tip of Canada. Screaming howling, making ice crack with the power of the combined voices.

Nurse Nimrod. The notorious employee of Doctor Spew. A medical terrorist in her own right. In 2011 she was disbarred from practicing. She kept a black market abortion drive threw clinic illegally until caught. She served time for three years for the deaths of 12 of her patients. She is out now and born again. She runs a Pray the Gay Away clinic in South Central Kansas. Already allegations of sexual abuse have rung out. And that's from the staff alone. The gay teens lock up in fear when asked questions about her.

Dan Olgars. Is married to Christina Von Van Olgars. She is an ice skating teacher and amateur poet. Dan has no children. But he has a family dog, a collie named Bucksdale. He works selling used cars and has a micro online insurance small business on the side.

Blucks Withercheese. He was never born and being never born he is nowhere now. We will keep you posted if this situation changes.

Cinnamon teddy bears. The numbers are down to 13 and all remaining bears are under the protection of armed militant eco-shamans. You will probably have to kill four to nine Men to get to one bear.

So its as good of a time as any to say things things things. Biscuits in the strange. meadows out of range. Cross hair teddy bear pubic hair pants that flair.