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Telly wandered if something bad had happened to Marc and the money Telly had given him, if he didn't get the stuff he payed for, he would only have enough money to eat three times in the five days till payday. | |||
The only lighting in Norgowl's bedroom was from a filty neon elvis grabbing it's crotch, the the blue lights switch to the red ones where he's wailing into the mike. That, and a casper the friendly ghost nite light. Hunched in the corner somebody was indeed ravanously chewing and swallowing something. Marc's heart began jackhammering, the drugs have weakend it somewhat. "Havick? Is that you?", Marc asked already starting to back out of the bedroom. The man in the corner whirled around and roared a wet gurgling roar, like a lion filled with snot. March could'nt tell who it was, he was too covered in blood, strips of raw meat hanging from his chewing mouth. Marc yelped and began to back pedal, it seemed that time had slown down and he was moveing in slow motion. His only thought was Havick has gone insane on research chemicals and has become a cannible! Marc slammed into the wall behind him and slid down it, the growling pale faced zombie once known as Havick was on him, when Marc threw up his arms, Havick grabbed one and bit it hard, tearing open flesh, a trickle of blood starting all along the damaged edges. | |||
That was fucking well enough! Telly got up and walked towards the door, the guard stepped aside for him Telly was burning with rage. He kicked a crumbled Mcdonald's sack in the hall and stomped down the hall, his head red with rage, eighty fucking dollars! He passed a drunk and homeless looking black man in the hall, they exchanged glares at eachother. This mood thing was not bringing Telly many new friends. | |||
Marc pushed the chewing corpse off him and wheeled around to run, the thing had hold of his shirt! | |||
The elavator was out of order, it was the stairs for Telly, he walked with his fists clenched, pissed at the world. He was damned well gonna come back in a couple hours and check back. | |||
bloody paintings for vain wanton flesh
2 Tempora paint and Hallucinogens
3 1991 Imp-lick-cations
Everything was slowly dieing out. Thats good. Good is bad. Bad is good. Now we are dieing. That bitter rain sweats from the sky. Music of the damned
Telly Svatmo walked down the street hurridly , rain was on the way. He lit a dagga ciggerette, mixed with spearmint and catnip. The paper for the ciggy was a thick brown own dipped in cinnamon oil, and sprinkled with clove powder, a very danamic tasteing smoke. He was not looking forward to arriveing where he was going, but didn't want to get that dirty poluted rain on him either, that stuff can stain your skin for days.
Marc Chamops sniffed a fine bits of grey powder from his emarald and ivory snuff bullet. When the stuff drained into his sinus he always snarled like a vicious dog, the viens on his neck popping up. Telly Svatmo stood before the rusted out red door, he flicked the butt of his smoke away and knocked. Telly waited two minutes and then he heard footsteps approaching the door from the other side. The door creaked open and there stood Marc smileing down at Telly. "Hey little man, come on in!", Marc's huge hand slapped Telly's back. Telly followed the man down a crumbling plaster hall, some of the floorboards were loose and they made wooden whines as the crossed over to the boarded up, crudely reinforced door. They went inside, a half poldakian man with brilliant red tribal tattoes all over his blue face stood guard with a shotgun. "The usual then?", Marc asked.
Super size it!", Telly grinned handing his contact eighty dollars. "Have a seat, wait here, I'll be back in a few". Telly went over to the ratty couch and sat down. He lit up a cigarette and offered one to the guard, the guard nodded and Telly gave him one. The guard grinned when the taste hit him, he nodded happily to Telly. Telly finished his ciggy, threw it to the floor and stamped on it as he saw the guard do. Now Telly just waited on that filthy couch for Dude's return. Time dragged on some more, Telly lit another cig, and handed one to the guard. Still the wait dragged on, Telly would leave if he hadn't already handed over the cash. He wished he had brought a book, or better yet, one of those portable d v d players with a fold up video screen, and a couple of movies. After about an hour and a half Telly began getting really impatient. "Does he often take this long?", Telly asked the poldakian guard, the guard just spoke some poldaki to make like he does not understand english.
Marc headed out with the money, he had to go see Smiles in his dark apartment in the building's murky basement. Only a few of the lights worked down here, it was the cheapest of the cheap apartments, with roaches all over the place, and a stink of urine and shit that taints your blood to smell.
God Damnit! Telly thought, I need a burger and frys and a two and a half hour nap.
Marc flicked on his flashlight, shone it on the dirty debris cluttered floor, he stepped around a dead rat.
Telly wished he had a cell phone so he could call someone. He stared at the wall awhile and ended up asleep on the couch. The couch was too small and smelled of junkies waiting for thier fix. He drooled a bit on the couch as he lasped directly into rapid eye movement. In his dream his is walking down a run down street very late at night. Someone was walking behind him, then he knows it is a small group of someones. He walks a little faster, crows keep jumping into the air all around him, a cold rain begins falling down. Deep fear strikes him, he realizes he has walked into a dead end and must turn around and face those following behind him. In his dream Telly wheels and sees a group of leering faggots, some are fishing out oversized cocks. "Lets fuck him!", the leader cheers. The gays rush Telly, running at full speed, huge erections bopping up and down as they go , Telly started awake with a gasp of terror. The new guard was looking at him oddly, Telly wandered how long he had been asleep. He wiped off the spittle and sat up straight. Telly yawned and shook his head. The same guard as before was standing by the door. Now Telly was getting pretty pissed off.
Marc lit the way to the heavy reinforced door of Havick Norgowl's chem lab. He knocked loudly, knowing dude liked to play his stereo loud sometimes, and other times he fell into heavy sleeps. No answer, Marc checked the door, it was unlocked, he went inside. A strong smell of chemicals hit him, the stench was bad outside in the hall, here it made him feel light headed. The walls rocked with the deep bass gangsta rap Havick listened to night and day. Dude only had about twenty cd's and there was always one of them going on. Mark went into the living room, dimly lit by a couple black lights. He turned the stereo way down and yelled "Hey Havick! , are you home? It's Marc!"
Telly fired up another ciggy, didn't offer the new guard one, he was mad. A very nice taste, he must buy more of these from the specialsmokz.com website. maybe the shaman tabacco cigars laced with peppermint as well.
Marc heard an odd sound comeing from the bedroom , he walked slowly towards it, it sounded like somebody ravanously eating something wet.
Telly threw the cig onto the cement floor and let it smolder out, he lit another one, he swore it would not wait past this second cig. Telly got up and paced as the cig hit the half way point, ashing on the floor at intervals, the guard look on bored, holding the shotgun the other had been holding earlier. Telly flicked the cig against the wall, it sparked and sputtered out on the dirty floor.
"Hey!" , "It's Marc, can you hook me up?" , Marc yelled as he walked to the bedroom.
Telly wandered if something bad had happened to Marc and the money Telly had given him, if he didn't get the stuff he payed for, he would only have enough money to eat three times in the five days till payday.
The only lighting in Norgowl's bedroom was from a filty neon elvis grabbing it's crotch, the the blue lights switch to the red ones where he's wailing into the mike. That, and a casper the friendly ghost nite light. Hunched in the corner somebody was indeed ravanously chewing and swallowing something. Marc's heart began jackhammering, the drugs have weakend it somewhat. "Havick? Is that you?", Marc asked already starting to back out of the bedroom. The man in the corner whirled around and roared a wet gurgling roar, like a lion filled with snot. March could'nt tell who it was, he was too covered in blood, strips of raw meat hanging from his chewing mouth. Marc yelped and began to back pedal, it seemed that time had slown down and he was moveing in slow motion. His only thought was Havick has gone insane on research chemicals and has become a cannible! Marc slammed into the wall behind him and slid down it, the growling pale faced zombie once known as Havick was on him, when Marc threw up his arms, Havick grabbed one and bit it hard, tearing open flesh, a trickle of blood starting all along the damaged edges.
That was fucking well enough! Telly got up and walked towards the door, the guard stepped aside for him Telly was burning with rage. He kicked a crumbled Mcdonald's sack in the hall and stomped down the hall, his head red with rage, eighty fucking dollars! He passed a drunk and homeless looking black man in the hall, they exchanged glares at eachother. This mood thing was not bringing Telly many new friends.
Marc pushed the chewing corpse off him and wheeled around to run, the thing had hold of his shirt!
The elavator was out of order, it was the stairs for Telly, he walked with his fists clenched, pissed at the world. He was damned well gonna come back in a couple hours and check back.