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 the 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 drive 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 you 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 is 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. You still don't like it here. you feel like some cannibal cult freak is going leap out of of of these door ways. You decide to turn around and wait by the elevator door. You 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.

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 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 peanutty 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".

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.

What are they up to nowadays?

Doctor Spew, now ninety and frail as a 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 s 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 side.