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Head Shoulders Knees N Toes
Head Shoulders Knees N Toes
Day Turns To Night, Reality Slips Away.
Yesterday was a bit unnerving for me.
My mother's been dead for about 40yrs, yet I expected her to come round the corner at any moment n tell me that it's time to come home.
This detachment from your world started when my watch was telling me it was Friday when I thought it was Thursday. (daylight savings am for pm slip up)
What bothered me the most is that I had no recollection of Thursday, nothing at all.
This error was backed up by the hay count, which also indicated it was Friday.
Add to that, the horses were still in n it was past noon.
My grip on reality is tentative at the best of times, so a lot of questions started running though my mind.
Was I dreaming? My dreams can be pretty vivid n seem quite real at times.
I used my dream escape hatch by closing my eyes real tight n opening them real fast.
Always works, nope I seem to be awake.
My father died from Alzheimer's so I even thought maybe it was really night n this reality was the confused state that Alzheimer's victims see.
I also believe in parallel multi Universes.
You see I kinda wonder n believe that it's possible that when you die in this Universe that you immediately join with yourself in another parallel Universe to continue.
How else do you explain my survival after so many poor choices in life.
All these things went through my mind one after the other.
Here's the embarrassing thing.
I know right about here you think I'm joking or making an attempt at being clever.
Sorry I'm not that clever or funny, the sad truth is that this was my reality for about an hour.
Slowly reality crept back in, but I swear I expected at any moment my Mom would come round the next corner n say time to come home steven.
Kathy's been gone a few days n my mind gets to wandering when left untended.
Kathy is my tether to this world.
Kathy asked me, Why the tomb stones?
She thought the image kinda grim.
No reason, I just like the pic.
One night while walking on the dark n lonely road that leads to Stonecrete Asylum, something that can't be explained happened.
I saw a bright light coming towards me from the woods behind the Asylum cemetery.
I'd heard the stories of Old Sparky.
Whispers late in the night by children to scare each other.
Old Sparky approached dragging a lightning bolt along the ground.
Using the lightning bolt like a sigh to destroy everything in his path.
The perverse joy in his heart while working was spellbinding.
To my horror by morning I knew The Legend of Old Sparky was true.
Old Sparky was first sighted in the worst lightning storm of the 1800s.
Lightning so severe that it ripped a hole in our reality to pull Old Sparky through.
Sentenced to roam the night whenever lightning strikes searching for a way home.
Time a bitter reminder n Humanity an annoyance to be swatted.
Old Sparky just wandered around the wilderness for the first century lonely n confused.
In the 1950s he started getting angry at the encroachment of humanity on the purgatory he had been condemned to.
1951 was the first recorded event of Old Sparky.
All his previous activities were written off to bad storms n stories for children.
June of 1951 the headline read "Stonecrete Asylum, 21 Slain" in the worst lightning storm seen in 2 centuries.
Stories conflicted because the deaths took place at The Old Stonecrete Asylum.
The only surviving witnesses had been in Stonecrete Asylum so long that there account of what happened was considered unreliable.
Problem was what happened had no other explanation.
Inmates saw Old Sparky walk into the Stonecrete cemetery then seem to vanish as the last bolt of lightning struck.
Who knows maybe it's an elevator pitch?
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