| Imagine friends, a world desolate and rank; where the iodine in the air chips paint and bleeds every orifice; where the daylight reflects the crimson-orange haze of the blazing inferno and the nights black as raven's eye. The Science of Man,now a disjointed cadaver blown away as dust-heavy topsoil gives way to Radiation. The "Meaning of Life" before mentioned,cannot be known until all life ceases;only then does the mind release not wishful praises or poetic license but a TRUE longing for Existance. All the while,before and after, Daemons of the mind and 4th Dimension lay waste to what was left of Civilization...I awake to find it was a all a dream? Of Self-Implosion? |
| When the dust settled there was not a creature in the Earth nor on top of it that went unscathed by the Transformation;one rose as a flower out of the blood caked mud, shivering staccato breadth in what was once Northeastern Arizona. "Ah,yes...the 4 corners," he managed a chuckle at the geographical insistance embedded by years in the school of linear thought; which was especially amusing now, when nothing was,nor ever would be again. He tried to keep his thoughts on the "now" instead of the past,but it was impossible. Hours passed and aside the instinctual foraging expected of any creature, he rewound and played the kiss blown from afar by his beloved, a kiss that he would give his life for, a kiss that he would feel no more. He swallowed his melancholy an instant before the rumbling of vehicles was heard. |
| It was then that he fully recalled the mutineering bands of what was left of the US Military--as well as the the populace--pillaging and waging their own war within a war. The 2 main perpetrators--aside from human nature--were the blacks and whites, who after 250 years of hostilities decided to let instinct and scarred collective memory take its course. Curiously, the Mexican/hispanic populace freely chose which side to ally themselves with;while others, along with the reminent of the Aboriginal Inhabitants, chose none but mutual co-existance; needless to say,they were sought out and immediately exterminated in the name of neo-Darwinism. |
| The Eastern Navajo Agencies were the first to feel the soldering stare of Inquity;or as the pope called it,"Mysterium Iniquitus". Mass hysteria had gripped the country instantly, but exactly what was "seen" remained a mystery. The effects were horrific at best, random acts of murder and conflict between ethnicities escalated steadily then became commonplace as the memories of the former Yugoslavia in the previous decades before manifested itself 10 fold, but for reasons unkown, aside from the fact that It originated from the East and spread westward, with the steadiness of a hang-man's noose. Surprisingly, the 4 corners fared better than the rest of the country; Mormons: native and non-native,dug up their caches of small arms and distributed with curious utterances of prayer that made even the most experienced veterans of war quiver.Although feudal in nature, the tribe had come together like no other time--maybe--since the Long Walk. Prayers at dawn were participated by all; the Youth,who were always the butt of jokes by the elders, stood steadfast in the face of certain Death with taa'di'diin bags in hand,recieving the first rays of sunllight with utterances to the Creator --that while not in navajo, may well be their last. Makeshift camps were assembled in various spots on the rez;the biggest were beside the lakes, where water was most easily accessable.Campfires that circled Wheatfields Lake reminded him of the Yei Be Chei dances he and his family went to when he was a child.The distinctive smell of mutton roasting on just about every grill, numerous pots of strong coffee that bore the stains of innumerable boil overs,and the innocent naivity of the children playing tag along the shore brought a faint smile to his lips, and for a few seconds he convinced himself that it was all just a dream. But the sobering grimace of concern and worry on the faces of the adults and older children erased his nostalgia A substancial number of non-natives was also scattered amongst the camp,most of which were medical personnel from the IHS hospitals.He curiously observed their predicament, most had left the area after the first stories of mass butchery,but those that stayed seemed content considering the circumstances. He would fondly remember those chilly autumn dawns before the Stormfront; the beauty of the hues; how the warm,yellow tinted clouds contrasted the cerulean sky; which lessened in brilliance and gradually became a deep crimson red as It approached, Undaunted...and Without Mercy. |
| I've got a few paragraphs in mind, but i'm trying to dig 'em up... |
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| Rug of a Sandpainting, "Mother Earth and Father Sky" artist unknown,probably stolen in the name of anthropology...or undersold by an artisan in need of a fix...or diapers... |