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...