The Down Syndrome Rodeo: Revisited

heading to the down syndrome rodeo with Ezekial and Paul, we were told stories of blood and narcotics...a regular gore fest on 3 legs, pig faced people dictate the score, in this the last legal American Highway Sport..wont end before 5am, I doubt the sun will rise on this strange parade


Ezekial, Paul and I have arrived at the down syndrome rodeo, checkin out the horses,clowns, players, other spectators and wild animals, the ring is marked with blood stains, wondering what travesties we will witness tonight, i can only image the horror we will face, before then we must find the narcotics area,

when first arriving at the narctics area it is key to make sure to stay true to a few rules, never look them in the eye unless you are prepared to go into a small little trailer with him, dont pull out your money, dont stare. these are not people in here but strange and demented creatures so full of chemicles they feel little or no pain of being such freakish horrible beings, we find somone with the right agents we have been lookin for, this women is horrid, it was if a horse and a dog had by some strange marriage conceived a child, but the egg was fertulized in the wrong hole. we will go inside now to get a spot on the arena, the arena consist of the ring and the spectators all stand around it the problem is not all the players can find the ring and there are no fences...

the down syndrome rodeo has turned violent...Paul has gone missing and vomit and puddles of piss are everywhere, the smell of entrails is naseating, this slaughter performed by these half animal people is horrifing, ezekial has ingested some enthyrl root and is coping with this scene better than I, he is stating that the migets and monkey men in Sunday dresses will soon interveen and drive this large group of spectators to a safe distance, a man from the audience was alreay raped and executed by the down syndrome rodeo members, i see no reason why to have midgets be in control of the crowd, but i understand now the monkey men in sunday dreses, they are not quite what i would exscpect, running through the aisles of people with furious speed they strike at wounded beings, giving the impromtu abortions, even the men recieve this violent act, the ring has become thick with every human extrement, the tent begins to break and it is a free for all, any vehicle now must do to escape....

paul found a coupe deville and we are now going 90 down the highway, ezekial is bleeding and is covered in shit i have blood stains on my shirt, some of it mine, the windsheild has mushrooms and Vaseline smeared on it I can barely hear the screams coming from the back seat, as we left the parkin lot a black midget was hit by a car his little pair of shoes ended up in our possesion we will bury them in the morning, the naked women driving the car keeps giving me strange looks, i cant tell what her motives are going to be. small animals are scuring underneath the seats of the vehicle, we dont know where they came from...faster faster down the road, purple vagina lips are pressed against the hood of the car, a row of razor blade teeth grind the metal, pistons snap, and oil ejaculates 10 feet in the air, projectile vomit spews through the cracked roof of the car, little children with scicors begin to cut apart paper people that drip blood in my lap, the cloth roof has been shredded by the same scissors, the women driving the cars has a buffalo head, snake like things crawl from her loins and seek to strike venom at me, the car breaks in half under the stress we our catapulted through the dark night air in to a sea of darkness, not water, or any other liquid i could tell, broken up a narrow room arises,

cocksuckin and ritual cuttings tear at the room, a women cuts open a little boy still alive, his organs stuffed in rusty cans and then shoved back inside him, his siblings watch and jack off to the scene, the women sows him up and burries him in the back yard, tired screams emerge and dogs are brought in, they wimper and scream as there eyes are torn from their sockets and lying on the ground torn in half with their stomachs dragged out of them, they stuff fetusues into them and hope they will grow to be good men and women,


these are the events recalled from the down sydrome rodeo, some was lost, some was remade, some was dremed, some recalled, some lived...

stream of conscience 1

Tattered youth in the window smiles back at me
wondering what it all means
to be something more in a world gone wrong
watching himself spin as they drop the bombs
little explosion on the side walk flicker
dirt and gravel into the sky
a plants view of life
always watching the sky
knowing and loving
only the sun
growing towards it
rain comes and it breathes
but these stupid human beings
think they know
what is life
and how it grows
far from the truth they see artist weep
cry and starve, how can this be
beyond the tortured blood shot eyes
far past the drugs that cloud the mind
deep inside there is a light
i have seen it and it does shine
each of us a luminous being
with our own rays of light
emitting from a soul
some burn bright
some are dim
and some are bold
a heart is beating far away
and is the only love i felt today

Chapter 13

Was half crucified today, they came in the early morning. I reached into the sky before dawn and my hand came back covered in silver moon blood. Shooting starts penetrate and peirce through my bones like chalk through a coke addicts vein. The sickly suicidle immortal blood hit the floor as cum sprays a guitar..warm bed and restless legs rape the sheets and strangle blankets, twisted upon one another in a heap and screams energe from the pillow, gray day and half drawn shades paint a dull white room a stale mood of pain, nothing and the void, cant find my hands as the world moves around, trapped behind this wall as it moves closer to me i look at it covered in scrapes and marks, its harder to remeber how to write simple words become complicated, a memory that is becoming something else, raindrops that flickered on the window would have been a friend but no rain came at least i couldnt see any as i stare at a blank window to the stars, an unchangin scene of outerspace nebula, little black icons with purple trim try to compliment there window pane, a black dock emerges as well and has little comprehension for other things, opening up deep resrouves of pain inside that i tried to hide, even old scars dont seem to be abble to hide even in the sunshine, some hope to fade in as pale white becomes golden brown, other scares to deep to ever be hidden will be there forever, some even open up again and spray blood in my face making me blind to the feelings i thought i could live with forever, those memories of past life where winter stayed with you everyday, a great tree in the forest that cannot stretch its leaves towards the sun, it has no choice but to go to sleep, when it does there is no air to breathe, thought these wings would come out like a great eagles, angels wings like eagles wings are not to be, only the pervertedly stupid angels who spend there days in heaven praising God and loving him, while never knowing what hell looks like or the deamons that live there, they have no percetion of what is on the other side what is below or above, angel wings come out like razor blades, through the skin in a peircing pain, face down naked in an empty bath tub, with the shower running, head in the hands, learning to stand in the torrent, other things go on out the window but what do they mean, leave the place and keep moving down the street, green cars run of the tracks, jupiter is falling and i have no love, cant seem to hide the things that really go on everyday when the happiest moments are so strange, crying love to a girl that isnt there, i loose all my voice and the lungs dont breathe in the moments i want to have, unchanging path and planets that take orbit around a dying sun, not long to be but why stay around, i thought these ghost would be my friend when they showed me what would come but instead i am left alone and cold with no feelings of what the present is, lost again, muscles ache out in the neck, as i run on empty to fall apart in the tortured sheets