His arms felt like loose rubber joints, connected by dead weights with long fingers that ached when moved and made the shoulders tired. His nose dripped snot onto his lap. Heat was still radiating from his forehead. The flu was here and it wasn't going away any time soon. slowly he tapped away on the keyboard, taking breaks every other sentence out of exhaustion. The dumb, stinking cigarette burning away between his fingers sending a little bolder of ash onto the keyboard every few minutes. There is nothing more to say.  This flu has consumed him and there is nothing but a full day of denial ahead.

First brunch with a bloody mary or two. Then onto the music portion and into the pot cloud of a band room where hours of a-tonal induced mini trances fill the gaps of time. Sunday is always the worst for Dax as the inevitable monday morning death march begins. For now Dax is looking forward to sleeping. Trading places with ourselves, when our other selves clock in for more important work.

This is ah awe stowee!  We wrota this stowee togetha.  Is abouta lotta tings an abouta lotta stuff, cause you know everyone is ah writin this ting togetha! Alrighta here a we go, boom!

We gonna starts off with a couple ah characters interacting together somehow and such and maybe make them worried or happy or mad about somethin or someone somebody maybe.

So like any pretty ok normalass stowee we need some kind of narrarator that people will believe and shit.  Not me of course, I'm just writtin this mo-fo into, naw-mean?

But like i said, we wrote this stowee dat you readin right now and so like, thatz some shit dawg.

So we gonna letz dis ting roll now....

Intro

The morning breeze was hardly a breeze at all.  Some would call it a hurricane, while most would call it a tropical storm.  Either way, it wasn't stopping my nymphomaniac mom from bellowing out whale noises into the dinning room, soaking the furniture with a goo of sound, like a plastic sheet made up out of microscopic larvae. 

It was another wretched scorcher of a day.  The surface temperature was easily 79 degrees celsius with small tidal waves of molten sea water, a mixture of trillions of melted tons of metal, glass, concrete, plastic and salt water, crashed around the tower of the observation rooms thick crystal walls. The screeching sounds of the harder than diamond joints and struts creaked screams that pierced the eardrums with a an internal fire.  The current effects where more than average, and even with all his head gear, Rob was starting to regret coming in today. The ride up was a slow painful accent into hell. Slowly the elevator came to a stop as a large burst of refreshingly hot steam exploded into the lift.  The doors rolled to either side and Rob made his way through the steam filled corridor up and into the central terminal. 

Earlier  

The highly unrecognizable world, was very wet. A sun ray poured a river of gold that flowed and foamed at the bottom of the sphere. Like two contact lenses rubbing up against each other and oozing a clear jell-like substance, the half sphere joined together with other glistening and almost melting halves to form an immense bubble that slowly floated through a misty atmosphere of acids and salt water. This golden waterfall of energy shinned through their surfaces giving a momentary glimpse of a solid center. As if there might be a nucleus or some kind of inner organ.  

Rain

A faint low pitched whistle sound of an incoming mass was all that could be heard at first. The sound intensifying with every second. Ice like particles and over-sized elements, like lead and iron, moved and bounced around as everything was shaking. Quickly everything perceived through the lenses' eye seemed to switch into an entirely new image. A gapping hole cut through the atmosphere pushing aside particles

Even with three layers of drop cloths, not to mention a bottom layer of plastic sheeting, B-Bo was more than nervous. The blood was bound to seep through and stain the floor.  

"dude theirs too muck fucking blood!" B-Bo exclaimed as if this was some kind of new revelation. "I can't keep choppin up bodies here. Dude!"

But B-Bo knew as I think all of us knew, that more bodies where going to come in and this long and hellish early morning jaunt would soon turn into a nightmare weekend job from hell.  

I'm writing this on a break with hopes it will clear up any questions that you the reader might have once this shit is finally over.  I know I will be dead of course and you should know how and why.  

I have always loved writing and I am quite sure this will be my last piece.  I'm not going to leave out any details, and time permitted I will tell it all, as it goes down live, all the while censoring nothing. 

B-Bo's calling for someone to give him a hand. There are two bodies at his feet, but  I

  Each thread of Dioctnesiss that Shhreivenshkinobliski somehow managed to grasp made his head swell a little more each time. As his brain would soak in the new ideas, his hand made a pulsating spiral like motion along the face of the canvas.  A long stream of green smoke curled silently from his ears as his eyes ever so slightly rolled back in his head.

  shhreivenshkinobliski had an earlier incident without the presence of His Most High Holiness Magistrate Dioctnesiss, The Incarnate.  This time alone and hidden from all, even the somewhat omnipotent vision of the magistrate, progress progressed.

  A glowing vision of hell that did not differ from the reality of the now illuminated  Shhreivenshkinobliski joined as one with two others from the channel.  Together the three of them and no one else remained and witnessed the vision that seemed to pulsate in unison with their shared heartbeat pattern and speed.  From within, music was "recognized" the vision become clear,all encompassing.