Black Sun Rising (583 hits)
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Submitted by LSD 420 (View user info) at 2006-08-02 00:03:14 EDT
Down the god damn tunnel of the oppressor, through the door built by big brother, there was a dark room that the public wasn't supposed to know about unless they were a member of the rationalized American Gestapo.
There was a piper and some other presence in the room, although it was unclear to the piper who it was. He'd been dragged into the room from the casino above, where only moments ago he had been happily wasting away in front of his lucky slot machine, spending his last welfare nickel on the immortally noble sport of chance.
"Now I know you're gonna have some questions, and I know you're gonna want 'em answered right away, so shoot."
The young flutist asked the man in the corner what insanity was. He figured that if this man and his system purported to have all the answers, this would be a damn good test.
The man approached the table, slowly becoming illuminated by the dollar store light bulb that hung from the ceiling above. He glided slowly, his legs not bothering to move in the possibly infinite expanse of the dark areas of the room.
"Alright listen and listen up now. I don't have much sense about me for telling you this, but you've got to know, god damnit. You've been drafted for the secret service..."
The man continued, but instead of words, a road dripped out of his mouth. It was made immediately clear by the concept of the road to the flutist that at the end of the road was something very powerful.
The flutist walked along the road through time and space and cities and mountains and found himself at the bottom of a dark stone pit. In front of him was a tree and all around him were thick dry walls of granite leading up to some distant sunlight.
The huge tree he stood next to opened its eyes in the dark and spoke through them,
"Not being sane."
"Then what is insanity?" asked the flutist.
"Not being insane." The tree answered firmly.
The flutist began to blur and melt and distort happily.
The tree turned to colored liquid and fell towards the flutist. As each droplet of the tree landed on the flutist, a new idea formed in his head. Suddenly, a whole world of amazing new colors and thoughts and beings revealed itself to the flutist and he understood, finally.
A voice sounded without a source,
"You have reached nirvana...this is heaven...paradise"
Suddenly, a chill, darkness, and paranoia crashed through the jealously guarded gates of the piper's mind and saturated every dripping neuron with sadness, fear, and familiarity.
"How can I tell if I'm insane or sane?" asked the flutist again, perplexed.
"Do you feel insane?"
"No..."
"Then you're fine." Answered the man in the corner, never having moved.
The man approached the table, slowly becoming illuminated by the dollar store light bulb that hung from the ceiling above. He glided slowly, his legs not bothering to move in the possibly infinite expanse of the dark areas of the room.
"Alright listen and listen up now..."
User Reviews
Submitted by awesome_face (user info) at 2006-08-04 14:39:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Alcohol is good
Submitted by Fungah (user info) at 2006-08-02 22:04:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Drugs are good
Submitted by LSD420 (user info) at 2006-08-02 13:35:45 EDT (#)
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Submitted by livEvil (user info) at 2006-08-02 11:51:48 (#)
Ranking: 0
I liked the story but there's something that makes no sense to me.
First, the flutist asked what insanity was to the being that lead him down the road and to the tree. Then, the tree answered "not being sane." The flutist then says "Then what is insanity?" to which the tree responded, "Not being insane."
i don't get it. can you explain. did you mean to ask what insanity was twice?
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Liked it enough to 0 me, eh? hahaha
The tree was purposely misguiding the flutist. That's why he asks how to tell which he is at the end.
Submitted by livEvil (user info) at 2006-08-02 11:51:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I liked the story but there's something that makes no sense to me.
First, the flutist asked what insanity was to the being that lead him down the road and to the tree. Then, the tree answered "not being sane." The flutist then says "Then what is insanity?" to which the tree responded, "Not being insane."
i don't get it. can you explain. did you mean to ask what insanity was twice?
Submitted by UnderOathMeal (user info) at 2006-08-02 11:23:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
This picture is worth approximately 1,433 words.
Submitted by LSD420 (user info) at 2006-08-02 11:17:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Is that it? Oh well...shouldn't mess with perfect +2's
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2006-08-02 04:00:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Darth_Famine (user info) at 2006-08-02 02:36:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
yeah that pic is awesome
so why where you banned? I never found out
Submitted by Antioxident (user info) at 2006-08-02 00:13:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
That picture is fucking awesome