|the story thus far
||[сент. 5, 2004|08:28 pm]
it has come to my recent attention that many of you are unaware of my tragic disappearance of the near past seven weeks. apparently the world has not been a different place since the day i left the commune only to never return. i am inclined to say this validates the obvious truth which we all have known but dared not speak... |
the sun comes up in the morning still, does it not?
some have blamed the mob, the government; others themselves, and the flying monkeys so to speak. many hoped i was dead, as i've always been to them. well i might as well have been; consumed by fate atlast to die the slow and vengeful death i have long deserved. oh, the world could far have been a better place...
for those of you who've not yet heard, for my supposed crimes i've been malevolently excommunicated from my native village and forever cast against thy will to the great inland empire of the californian republic where my wings have eternally ceased to flutter over the lives of thy good people of the earth for what may possibly be the rest of my known existence.
as for my few earthly possessions, a far more tragic fate was preordained.
cruising down the tenth interstate on the way to the land of the californians at well over eighty miles an hour in the midsummer heat, the 130,000-pound allied eighteenwheeler encountered some slight complications. apparently one of the cars travelling directly ahead at near equal if not greater speed experienced a blowout of what semed to be one of the tires. full brakes were applied by instinct of the inexperienced driver. to avoid inevitable impact due to the rapid loss of momentum the captain was impelled to eddy the bow clear starboard to its certain doom. as the trailer locked from the sharpness of the turn, the vessel spun out of control at near seventy knots, falling flat on its side as it gave in to the wave. the roof flew off on impact; with dishboxes and furniture spilling outta the fatal graze of the mighty creature, it slid across four lanes and straight through the siderail off the road; rolling over thrice on its way down the hill before landing on its side in the cactus field not far below the trail. the cabin did not seperate and thus no one in it was killed, though the driver lost use of his right arm and his $125000 uninsured truck for which he personally aquired the funds. his daughter, who you would imagine was thrown around numerous times due to the fact that she was residing in the sleeper in the back during the time of the event, is still in the hospital to this day, i believe.
as for the contents inside which were belong to thyself, i can say there wasn't left much of.
all things picked up were shipped back in seperate trucks to phoenix. however, due to inventory problems and human error, many of the things have been misplaced and are missing to this day. as for the things which have completed their journey, they serve only as memories of the distant past.
they say it was some kinda accident... mistakes made by their only-human creators. misunderstandings and overall confusion of the such.
errors have been made. others have been blamed. but it was all just a conspiracy, really.
(notice how he had to rent a new truck (from penske))
there shall be no end until i am no more.
but i fear not.
they will come.