Post by Ñëphtïs{TÅ} on Sept 30, 2005 6:12:23 GMT -5
A true story, written by a writer, for writers...
I awoke today out of my vegetated-like state, at the exhausted and late hour of 8:34 pm...
I had been weary from work and due to the lack of the consumer interest in trendy make-up, and equally high priced egotistic childrens costumes and acessories, My manager took deep my plea for freedom and saw it fit to allow me to releave myself from thy minimum wage slave trade, two hours before i was rightfully scheduled...
with this extra time i had so thankfully aquired, i made a quick stop to the bookstore no more than 1000 feet in distance from my own place of business...
i stepped inside and instantly fell victim to the pungent smell of hypocracy and high priced coffee...
i walked around a bit scanning the displays of books, most importantly the fact at hand and all the while subconsciously, i scanned the books that display the weakness of the american, (which i will not capitalize in this instance), culture and ultimately the end all, be all exsistance of the human race due to facsism, egotism, tolitaritism, and again high priced coffee....
*cough capitalism *choke...
I slowly made my way up the escalator, because apparently book shops of all kinds require not one but two floors to sell books to you. I found myself near the section i hold nearly the most dear...graphic novelism, and visual literature.... a.k.a. comic books.
i scanned amidst the remaining and reoccuring repetitious Batman, and Spiderman trades, as well as the pointless Batman and Spiderman "Classics" collection they were attempting to sell...I skipped the manga altogether and didnt give Star Wars a second look. I had been in a very wierd state of mind that night, and nothing surprised as well as accomodated to stimulate my occular senses...
I scanned utmostly until something began to pop out of the shelf staring me into the face...
a man, with a mask, a hat and a mustache glared at me and to my surprise, also mysteriously vexed my curiousity into actually wasting the energy carefully syphoned from a week old Nutrigrain bar left unresponsibly in my sport utility vehicle, to actually turn the page...
it read as follows:
Good Evening London, Its nine o'clock and this is the Voice of Fate...
due to the aftermath of recent nuclear based missiles touching down on english soil, the people of London are advised that the Brixton and Streatham areas are quarentine zones as of today. It is suggested that these areas be avoided for reasons of health and safety...
Police raided seventeen homes in the Birmingham area early this morning, uncovering what is believed to be a major terrorist ring. Twenty people, eight of them woman and children, are currently in detainment awaiting execution...
The weather will be pleasantly calm until 12:07 am when a shower will commence, lasting until 1:30 am
have a pleasant evening...
I read that statement in my head close to 3 times, and even one out loud in astonishment. Is this what our world will become? Is this the future of the illustrious ill-fated mankind? or is this just a comic book sold in a rich mans bookstore simply putting a face onto his rich mans coffee?
as i pondered this i briefly thought of my own literature and art that i myself have endeavored to create and develop. Would i one day solely lose sight of all of my goals and accomlpishments to capitalize on my own ideas for others not to be inspired, but to simply just be entertained?
I took one last look around me before taking out the bullhorn inside my very own soul and screamed a very curt and unrespecting Nay!
Literature...True Literature, is made to be free, it is made to inspire others as it has inspired its creators, and is made to enlighten not simply to entertain...
These words stuck with me as i cleverly slipped the 285 page book into my slender black sidebag...
and even as i walked to the front of the store to purchase a bookmark for the elegant sum of two dollers and eighty-five cents, for a novel resting snug in my bag, for which i had no intention of paying for...
i did not feel guilty in the slightest...
Goodnight aMERICA, Goodnight Vindictive Coffee Pricing, Sweet Dreams Voluptuous Valiancy and Vagrant National Valor...
Hello the Voice of Fate, and V for Vendetta...
this is for the people who stay focused, ahead, ready, true, gold, and not leastly coffee boycottiers...
~'Neph
Ali Williams
