Post by Raymond Neely on Jul 21, 2011 9:24:22 GMT -5
by Raymond Neely
Part of my brain is kept in a jar in The North Dakota Reasearch Facility For Psychiatric Disorders, this being written post-mortem, but I think like a wizard. I was believed to be dead and it was believed that I died from rattlesnake bite due to the marks on my thigh. It is true that I actually died. After having dug myself out of the bottom of a muddy grave and after taking a hot shower, I felt like new polished steel, like speed and power, like a new thinking machine. In life I suffered from the psychiatric disorder known as schizo-affective disorder and part of my brain, me having made certain that I should be an organ doner, was heisted by doctors at the morgue to be studied by scientists.
I rode through Sand Brush Hills on my motorcycle in the late evening to visit the one person who I loved in life, my Marie, to tell her what my mind could never find words to tell her before, and to show her that I was alive. I assumed that she'd be surprised to see me, having attended my funeral.
"Marie," I shouted through the screen door and knocked.
"Oh, my god!" she said having rounded the corner into the hard wood floored kitchen. "Help me. Goodness. Is that you Jacobs?"
"I have to tell you," I told her scratching the scar on the left side of my head. "I was a goner, Marie, but it wasn't snake bite. I'm back and I've come."
"You must get here and hold onto me," she said.
I went in and held the girl. "You are all I missed while I was dead," I told her.
I kissed my cold lips to Marie and told her to get a camera. I wanted a picture of my scarred head where they'd taken a part of my brain. I wanted to have surgery or something to restore my lost memory to my new super-powered brain, as Marie and my mother and father were the only people who I remembered knowing. My old part of brain was still alive. I could feel a pulsing beneath the scar where it use to be.
There was something urgent that I was searching for, something urgent from the past. I knew what had happened but I didn't even remember being bitten.
With my almost and even supernatural powers I wondered if my missing part of brain might even grow back into place and function again were I to reattain it. I did not know who would be able to replace it but I began to think that there was more to the thought than I originally believed.
My more proper and intelligent way of speaking to Marie was earning me her attention. She had missed me and lavished and loved me in every way. Then I was back on my motorcycle in the sand trying to remember and searching for what else I knew. I, for an unknown reason, felt that Marie and I might be parting ways. I saw visions of Indians and their dreamcatchers.
My mind was crazy with the lack of memory. I stopped at a joint that I didn't know. In the parking lot was a strong presence which I felt. It seemed as old as all ages. It felt immortal, dark as the ocean, and musty as a library of antiquity. "Saab," it said to me, "I am Saab and you are found. Come in."
I walked in and the waitress greeted me. I immediately identified the other vampire seated with a woman. The dark hair of Saab shone like the mane of a horse as he beckoned. The gorgeous lady with her back turned looked back in my direction and smiled.
I went over and Saab stood to shake my hand. His shake was strong and his large body impressive. He looked thirty years old.
"Sit with us, new love," said the female, "My name is Madrid."
I looked into her eyes and saw myself falling with disappearing stairwells around.
"It's wonderful to see you," I said.
"You have memory loss, I believe. I can tell," said Saab. "It is your problem and you donated to science and have lost something prior to burial."
"That's correct," I said.
I took out the picture of the scar on my head and laid it on the table in front of him. "It's part of my brain."
"They keep it alive when they are studying it. Why don't you take it back?" said Madrid.
"Organs often grow back," said Saab. "Brains are different but we can help you."
"We have surgeons," said Madrid.
"Why are you people so eager to help me?" I asked.
"We have a vested interest in your success," said Saab. "You shall know why later."
We talked and they told me of my strength and new powers and about my need to feed. Saab, with grace and with the deep voice of a long standing prince catered to my need for knowledge. Madrid held her pretty hand on my leg and held on as though afraid of losing me. She looked over to Saab and though they both agreed that we should have a wonderful relationship.
"A safe house is where you must go. Somewhere that there is blood and where people won't discover you," said Madrid as she slid me an address, "We shall be in touch."
I headed starving with blood thirst toward the parking lot and got on my bike. It would take ten minutes to be at the safe house.
The inside walls were spray painted with evil graffiti, sculls and crossbones, symbols and spells. The two vampire girls who let me in recognized me as one of them and both kissed me and pulled me inside. I fed on a half-dead woman who had been claimed from the business world. Her name had been Lora. She died after I drank from her.
A standard Californian vampire surfer dude carried her bloody, once beautiful body over his shoulder and dumped it in a bathtub. We rang out the torn clothes from her body into our mouths. We were naked in their hippie room. I ravished sex from the females' bodies. After everything I felt twice as strong.
I told the two girls and the dude my story since I woke up in the grave. They laughed about my missing part of brain.
"Get it back," the youngest one called Baby said.
"Ride over there and rob it from them," said the other girl. "Show them your teeth and they'll give it back."
"Hold a fucking gun to their heads," the dude said.
I knew where the North Dakota Research Facility for Psychiatric Disorders was located and I felt strong enough to be on my way.
"Which of you have a pistol?" I asked.
The dude pulled out a .45 caliber semi-automatic pistol and handed it to me handle first. "You'll be blessed," I told him.
"No prob," he said. "Hope we see you again."
"I'm ridin'," I told him.
The place was guarded but I felt a cloak that was like fantastic dark towers over me and felt protected. I retrieved the key to the front entrance from the front guard after snapping his neck. He was waiting for any doctors or staff who were returning to their work in the night. Now to where the brains were kept.
The door labeled "Donated Organs" looked most promising. I went through the keys until I found the one that fit. There were seventeen rooms within, each for a specialized purpose and each with jars and electroded to removed organs. I found my brain in the third room and the portion had "special psychiatric disorder " labeled on it and "doner name" below that. My name, Jacobs Rivers was penned in red ink. The electrodes were powered by a battery the size of a car battery. I broke the piece of table off and put the large battery in my backpack. I carried the jar and wires in front of me.
The dead guard at the front never moved and I carried the jar between my legs on the bike. I felt the presence of Saab telling me to come to him.
He guided me along the roadway toward a building beside of the hospital. I cut the power to my bike in front of the building.
Saab was reading a newspaper in the lobby when I walked in carrying the brain. "Our people are ready for you," he said, and two surgeons took a piece of brain off of my hands. Madrid lovingly took my coat.
"Accidents like this happen often with us. It's usually easy. Many parts grow back. The brain is very delicate but we have the technology. Your new vampire strength shall hold it back in and use it," said Saab, "We have already discussed it."
I went back with the surgeons under anasthesia. When I awakened I was in a comfortable and classy spa and lounge with women in a jacuzzi in front of me and with Madrid rubbing scented oils on my arms and chest. The smell reminded me of Puerto Rico and I rememberd that I'd actually been there. One day before, if asked, I would not so much as known that Puerto Rico existed. There was a highway of new information and memory which I could use. Madrid kissed me deeply. "You are back with us."
Only hunger plagued me. My head felt like soothing love. "How to feed?" I asked her.
"We do here on prisoners."
"Who are they?"
"It doesn't matter. They are best. They are clean female orphan children."
My stomach lept and I hissed. "Wait until you crack a vein," said Madrid.
We drank them until they were merely husks of humans.
While eating the children with Madrid, I began to remember her and the terror before I died. It had been she who bit me. She created me. It was she who descened out of the night from the government building and bit me on the thigh. She had drank for a minute and it had been mistaken for a snake bite. I remember having an erection when she bit me. I seen her beauty in flashes. I kissed her with blood streaming from our mouths. She knew that I remembered. The awaiting orphan children cried. I had arrived.
Part of my brain is kept in a jar in The North Dakota Reasearch Facility For Psychiatric Disorders, this being written post-mortem, but I think like a wizard. I was believed to be dead and it was believed that I died from rattlesnake bite due to the marks on my thigh. It is true that I actually died. After having dug myself out of the bottom of a muddy grave and after taking a hot shower, I felt like new polished steel, like speed and power, like a new thinking machine. In life I suffered from the psychiatric disorder known as schizo-affective disorder and part of my brain, me having made certain that I should be an organ doner, was heisted by doctors at the morgue to be studied by scientists.
I rode through Sand Brush Hills on my motorcycle in the late evening to visit the one person who I loved in life, my Marie, to tell her what my mind could never find words to tell her before, and to show her that I was alive. I assumed that she'd be surprised to see me, having attended my funeral.
"Marie," I shouted through the screen door and knocked.
"Oh, my god!" she said having rounded the corner into the hard wood floored kitchen. "Help me. Goodness. Is that you Jacobs?"
"I have to tell you," I told her scratching the scar on the left side of my head. "I was a goner, Marie, but it wasn't snake bite. I'm back and I've come."
"You must get here and hold onto me," she said.
I went in and held the girl. "You are all I missed while I was dead," I told her.
I kissed my cold lips to Marie and told her to get a camera. I wanted a picture of my scarred head where they'd taken a part of my brain. I wanted to have surgery or something to restore my lost memory to my new super-powered brain, as Marie and my mother and father were the only people who I remembered knowing. My old part of brain was still alive. I could feel a pulsing beneath the scar where it use to be.
There was something urgent that I was searching for, something urgent from the past. I knew what had happened but I didn't even remember being bitten.
With my almost and even supernatural powers I wondered if my missing part of brain might even grow back into place and function again were I to reattain it. I did not know who would be able to replace it but I began to think that there was more to the thought than I originally believed.
My more proper and intelligent way of speaking to Marie was earning me her attention. She had missed me and lavished and loved me in every way. Then I was back on my motorcycle in the sand trying to remember and searching for what else I knew. I, for an unknown reason, felt that Marie and I might be parting ways. I saw visions of Indians and their dreamcatchers.
My mind was crazy with the lack of memory. I stopped at a joint that I didn't know. In the parking lot was a strong presence which I felt. It seemed as old as all ages. It felt immortal, dark as the ocean, and musty as a library of antiquity. "Saab," it said to me, "I am Saab and you are found. Come in."
I walked in and the waitress greeted me. I immediately identified the other vampire seated with a woman. The dark hair of Saab shone like the mane of a horse as he beckoned. The gorgeous lady with her back turned looked back in my direction and smiled.
I went over and Saab stood to shake my hand. His shake was strong and his large body impressive. He looked thirty years old.
"Sit with us, new love," said the female, "My name is Madrid."
I looked into her eyes and saw myself falling with disappearing stairwells around.
"It's wonderful to see you," I said.
"You have memory loss, I believe. I can tell," said Saab. "It is your problem and you donated to science and have lost something prior to burial."
"That's correct," I said.
I took out the picture of the scar on my head and laid it on the table in front of him. "It's part of my brain."
"They keep it alive when they are studying it. Why don't you take it back?" said Madrid.
"Organs often grow back," said Saab. "Brains are different but we can help you."
"We have surgeons," said Madrid.
"Why are you people so eager to help me?" I asked.
"We have a vested interest in your success," said Saab. "You shall know why later."
We talked and they told me of my strength and new powers and about my need to feed. Saab, with grace and with the deep voice of a long standing prince catered to my need for knowledge. Madrid held her pretty hand on my leg and held on as though afraid of losing me. She looked over to Saab and though they both agreed that we should have a wonderful relationship.
"A safe house is where you must go. Somewhere that there is blood and where people won't discover you," said Madrid as she slid me an address, "We shall be in touch."
I headed starving with blood thirst toward the parking lot and got on my bike. It would take ten minutes to be at the safe house.
The inside walls were spray painted with evil graffiti, sculls and crossbones, symbols and spells. The two vampire girls who let me in recognized me as one of them and both kissed me and pulled me inside. I fed on a half-dead woman who had been claimed from the business world. Her name had been Lora. She died after I drank from her.
A standard Californian vampire surfer dude carried her bloody, once beautiful body over his shoulder and dumped it in a bathtub. We rang out the torn clothes from her body into our mouths. We were naked in their hippie room. I ravished sex from the females' bodies. After everything I felt twice as strong.
I told the two girls and the dude my story since I woke up in the grave. They laughed about my missing part of brain.
"Get it back," the youngest one called Baby said.
"Ride over there and rob it from them," said the other girl. "Show them your teeth and they'll give it back."
"Hold a fucking gun to their heads," the dude said.
I knew where the North Dakota Research Facility for Psychiatric Disorders was located and I felt strong enough to be on my way.
"Which of you have a pistol?" I asked.
The dude pulled out a .45 caliber semi-automatic pistol and handed it to me handle first. "You'll be blessed," I told him.
"No prob," he said. "Hope we see you again."
"I'm ridin'," I told him.
The place was guarded but I felt a cloak that was like fantastic dark towers over me and felt protected. I retrieved the key to the front entrance from the front guard after snapping his neck. He was waiting for any doctors or staff who were returning to their work in the night. Now to where the brains were kept.
The door labeled "Donated Organs" looked most promising. I went through the keys until I found the one that fit. There were seventeen rooms within, each for a specialized purpose and each with jars and electroded to removed organs. I found my brain in the third room and the portion had "special psychiatric disorder " labeled on it and "doner name" below that. My name, Jacobs Rivers was penned in red ink. The electrodes were powered by a battery the size of a car battery. I broke the piece of table off and put the large battery in my backpack. I carried the jar and wires in front of me.
The dead guard at the front never moved and I carried the jar between my legs on the bike. I felt the presence of Saab telling me to come to him.
He guided me along the roadway toward a building beside of the hospital. I cut the power to my bike in front of the building.
Saab was reading a newspaper in the lobby when I walked in carrying the brain. "Our people are ready for you," he said, and two surgeons took a piece of brain off of my hands. Madrid lovingly took my coat.
"Accidents like this happen often with us. It's usually easy. Many parts grow back. The brain is very delicate but we have the technology. Your new vampire strength shall hold it back in and use it," said Saab, "We have already discussed it."
I went back with the surgeons under anasthesia. When I awakened I was in a comfortable and classy spa and lounge with women in a jacuzzi in front of me and with Madrid rubbing scented oils on my arms and chest. The smell reminded me of Puerto Rico and I rememberd that I'd actually been there. One day before, if asked, I would not so much as known that Puerto Rico existed. There was a highway of new information and memory which I could use. Madrid kissed me deeply. "You are back with us."
Only hunger plagued me. My head felt like soothing love. "How to feed?" I asked her.
"We do here on prisoners."
"Who are they?"
"It doesn't matter. They are best. They are clean female orphan children."
My stomach lept and I hissed. "Wait until you crack a vein," said Madrid.
We drank them until they were merely husks of humans.
While eating the children with Madrid, I began to remember her and the terror before I died. It had been she who bit me. She created me. It was she who descened out of the night from the government building and bit me on the thigh. She had drank for a minute and it had been mistaken for a snake bite. I remember having an erection when she bit me. I seen her beauty in flashes. I kissed her with blood streaming from our mouths. She knew that I remembered. The awaiting orphan children cried. I had arrived.