A few little tidbits to tide you over

 The Grand Dark

After Dark

Grand oaks stand through the waving wind

After Dark

The waving wind rambles through the window pane

After dark

The boy sitting at the window pane

After dark

The waving wind swished past him

His Jackals and Queens went over him

The club went under him 

Though the Oaks stood and remained

Bao

Do you know ZIZK-81? Ah well one day I was fiddling with my Transmorph and I finally got it to throw me off somewhere. A big blast of blue light the whoosh that never truly comes at you more from within you hits me and I finally drop. I plop into a backyard a regular American backyard, a young lady runs out yelling “Oh ay aaah aaah Babaaaaa” she just gets louder and louder and louder then that “My Dear!”. I am really hollering mad now “YOUU SOUND LIKE A BLASTED WITCH!!!!” Though I don’t strike her I don’t strike anybody suddenly a boy runs in his head spinning blood pouring out of his mouth the lady runs off the boy runs to my side. Scritch, Scratch, Scream! 

He’s screaming two ooh I’m tired of  this world I take my cross. Bam! Still though scritch scratch! SCREEEAAM!!!!!!! I truly hate this universe. Bam! Bang! Bao! The Bao the third one always gets it. The “Bao” a great invention. He smiles hugs me I copy the cross hand him one as usual a very good tool as I know he would like for me to bring him back but oh what can you do? Then it finally threw me back that was a uh easy one sort of. 

Crystal Man

He makes crystals but the only one’s on his wedding ring

Just cause he makes a fistful he says everybody’s scared of him

Even his brother’s not really friends with him 

He never stopped battling a man who only acts like he’s Mexican. 

I mean he’s got more problems than blue candy. 

See he’s upstanding boys! He fights against the Mexicans. 

Though clearly he’s killed nowhere near half of them! 

Let’s just hang onto the business Walt!

Make more money you can’t spend! 

I mean it’s such a great business you can’t even have friends. 

So Walt, Bubby that’s enough with your offers. 

Tick Tock

Tick Tock the winding rock

Wraps you up 

Turns you to stock

But this is what gives you a shock

It wraps you up

Turns you to stock

But your skin your eyes even your buttocks 

It doesn’t touch. 

Fascism 

It seems like more and more people are fascist. I do not know why as fascism means many different things Mussolini said Fascism is fundamentally a different thing for each nation. The only through line through every nation whether European or American or African or Asian the only through line is death. 

Hitler wanted to kill the Jews the Slavs and the Roma, Mussolini wanted to kill anyone who opposed him and Mason seemed to want to kill anyone in front of him. They all had very different ideas, the only true thru line was death. 

If you do not want to die no matter your ideology you are anti-fascist.

More then we Manage

 Signal! Baby Signal! 

We’re an operation!

You call it a style 

I call it a corporation!

Just give me an hour!

We’ll do more than we Manage

We’ll try every It

See every side of this

We appreciate for ourselves 

Nobody every really can manage

You have an idea?

Let’s do it spandex!

You can never try enough 

I’ve never found a useless love 

Your never doing it for you

Who do you think created want? 

You couldn’t possibly have done two much

(Idiot)

Who said you were done?

(I’ll kill Em)

Let’s go have some fun

(Creative)

We’ll make this last forever 

Without objection? 

Never say never! 

This is why I don’t want a rapture 

Let’s ring in the kingdom together!

Can’t you see?

(Hmm weird formatting on the top stanza sorry bout that but here’s the poem hope you like it)

Can’t you see the dear boy ran away?

No matter how much you begged 

Him not to leave you 

But nothing every worked? 

Well! He left you anyhow 

And you see he got worse and worse?

He’s laughing that you ever even tried!

Well let’s let him handle that 

It isn’t an arms of an angel thing!

No matter what they say

You always were enough

He’d always say “Not much” 

Would it be enough?

If you had to choose a living one! 

Tell me, tell me please

Isn’t he wrong or is it just me? 

Just forget him 

It’s better 

You always were apart. 

Tell me, tell me please

Was he just a fake or such a sleaze?

We’ll be much better, forever

He’s never gonna be a part

Let’s look at you

You!

Hopefully unstoppable 

You’re Masterful 

 

We’ll grab time now

I see just how

Oh what shall we do? 

And as long as we aren’t perfect 

Who knows what we can’t do?

Prologue

(This is a prologue for my first Fanfiction)

“Harry there’s a Doctor outside says he has something for ya” Hollered a stage hand. 

Harry looked up from some bills and said “Alright bring him in.” Before the stagehand could even go back out of the venue to tell the man he could see Harry the Doctor wearing a white lab coat with white hair standing straight up and big goggles on his forehead. “Ah thank you very much good sir”. He plopped down a great big pair of goggles in a ornate wooden spherical shell and gold trimmings. 

“I found this and purchased it from a seer she claimed  it could access a higher physical realm I can uh confirm that it does show something but I have found no concrete explanation for it”. Houdini stood up and looked at the device the goggles were truly beautiful he could not look away. “So you want me to try them”? The scientist perked up and looked nervous “U-Uh yes Y-yes please I mean uh, that would be the first step sure”. Houdini rested both his hands on the device and lowered himself until his eyes touched it. Just as he did they seemed to fuse to his head two sparks and a river of blood flew out of Houdini’s eyes. The Dr. turned the other way and ran as Houdini fell with the device still on him nearly crushing his head. The Doctor didn’t make it out of the venue before being apprehend. 

 Bess raced into the room she gasped when she saw Harry fell to her knees and began bawling trying and failing to rip the device still melded to his head off him as he pawed at her chest. 

The magician was alive but was on the way somewhere. A truly amazing Circus.

Appalachian Mountain Brigade

 (I have been writing a lot of stuff but not putting it out. If you enjoy this I will keep it going)

The story of the Appalachian Mountain Brigade truly the story of the three brigades. More accurately the Mannerbund, Appalachian Mountain and Dixie Brigades is fundamentally the story of the end of Gilead as we know it. 

Shortly after the days of the coup in 2029 Gilead authorities began seizing lands across the south and especially in Appalachia to build new camps and facilities. Many farmers angrily rebelled forming around 3 organizations which function like gangs or terrorist organizations. 

The Mannerbund formed around Thomas Rousseau an old Gilead coup leader who unlike many of the elites ruled from the streets and disaffected single men though after a falling out with the new government over Rousseau’s strong push for that resulted in Rousseau’s near assassination and the razing of multiple large boxing gyms in the Midwest which acted as his base of power. The government as they accused him of immodesty chased him into the heart of 2 more growing organizations forming in the dense mountains. 

The Appalachian Mountain Troop was a loose organization of a wide variety of groups that formed around a collective opposition to eminent domain one of the few things the new government kept around from the old. They began as a small almost terrorist organization but after a young man came racing up the mountains from the north with a terrified band of men they became a true rebel organization originally centered around Kentucky but quickly growing with the addition of a new organization forming in Biloxi.

The Dixie Mafia had already supported the early Baptist led rebellion of southern states though after that was quickly crushed partially because of the Baptists being slow to work with the powerful decentralized Dixie Mafia. So when word was sent of a second rebellion in the hills of the Appalachia with real defections from Gilead most Dixie Mafias were slow to believe it though when Rousseau came down the other side of the mountain this time as a diplomat most began to believe. 

[INTERLUDE]

“You cannot predict fate. I and probably most of you would have assumed we would have met here fighting the war for our race. In some ways we are. Fires are rising all across America and I believe it may be a cleansing fi-“ “Bullsh*t” cried a man in the back who quickly stood up revealing himself to be James Mason a gasp ripped through the room. He was one of Gilead’s most wanted men feared even among rebels. Unlike Mayday in the north or the remnants of  the government and Mormon rebels in the west Mason and his small band of rebels refused to take captives, not even handmaids . Thomas Rousseau smiled and hopped off the little stage in the Nashville ballroom one of the few that still existed. 

“Ah Mr. Mason thanks for your perspective. You know I saw that book you wrote before the war uh Siege it was great we need a perspective like yours in the Appalachian Mountain Brigades”. Rousseau held out his hand, Mason frowned at him took a moment and shook his hand.  

[BACK TO IT]

The Appalachian Mountain Brigade and it’s 3 new allied troops raged into the Tennessee Valley as Rousseau blitzed out to the edge of the Boston Mountains finding defecting mayors all along the way much to the surprise of the other parts of the troop who cut out a solid chunk of the Kentucky Tennessee border for themselves as Rousseau and most of the Mannerbund hid in Union City whose mayor was loyal to the brigades until it was safe to return to their new territories. Meanwhile the Dixie Brigades jumped into action slicing off small towns and acres of land all across the South. 

After some further limited wins the Appalachian Mountain Brigade met in their temporary capital of Glasgow Kentucky and appointed a civilian government. Many crazy and narcissistic men from across Gilead even some local leaders made the trek none of them truly had a chance and were conscripted into the rebellion whether they made that choice or not. Justin Jones a soldier in the old republic and a recruiter for some Appalachian Mountain Brigades was chosen. A young man with a variety of strange rumors about him most agreed he seemed like a challenger to Rousseau in the future. 

[INTERLUDE]

(Broadcast heard on Hijacked radio waves in Gainesville Florida)

*crackling*

*muffled gun shots*

“Before you is the voice of  Commander Brandon Russell. I and 15 thousand of my men have arrived to just outside of Gainesville Florida, if this city is not surrendered to me and my brothers we will enter the city and that would not be a positive outcome for the city of Gainesville. 

Even if our demands which we have outlined in a letter we have sent to your leaders are all fulfilled we will still send to death mercilessly and without compassion men, women and children who support the enemy Gilead” 

[BACK TO IT]

Once word of the massacre at Gainesville reached the 3 brigades public opinions of the Atomwaffen brigade quickly soured though privately Justin Jones Thomas Rousseau who got out of Union City and raced through heavy shelling to make it back to Glasgow to much fanfare. The leaders of the Dixie Brigade who the two others barely knew they had heard there was some kind of committee that formed and refused to reveal itself. For now no questions were asked because the missiles and Gilead troops continued to be sabotaged and supplies continued coming in from somewhere. But anyway the two privately agreed the butchery of the Atomwaffen was unacceptable but also the only thing keeping them from the full might of the Gilead Army. There was a large air garrison built over the leveled long ago Florida Keys that James Mason and his many boys were single handedly holding back.  

Who was Jack?

 

Jack the Clown is a strange and interesting stage entertainer at Universal studios created in 2001 after Universal Studios decided that a minor character named Eddie Schwartz a stereotypical slasher figure was somehow extremely insensitive because he was very similar to 9/11 first responders. Out of this very strange decision came Jack the Clown a quickly slapped together character that quickly became a show at the Halloween Horror nights. 

But what is Jack? It is hard to tell. Not physically but his act. The main meat of his act is a variety of clever variations on the woman cut in half trick but of course never with the put back together ending. That does not exactly make him a magician and while there are jokes in his act they are not particularly well thought out and are clearly not the main part of the act. 

So horror performer maybe?

But that doesn’t seem to really fit either. Jack’s show is frightening in a way but Jack assumes the audience is on his side. He starts his, as I have discovered tightly scripted shows by explicitly presenting the audience as perspective minions. So he cannot truly be called a horror performer. 

I came into this piece trying to write a piece about the definition of clowning only to discover that clowning so a deeply unique thing that has no specific definition it is simply an instinctual human thing. For me Jack the Clown is not a particularly good clown there is little technical merit to his acts. If you look at his 2015 act especially the only main act of his not to flash was the finale where the effect was covered up though I do admit it was interesting. For some people Jack the Clown is the kind of Clown someone would be interested in. Because that is clowning.