Experimental work i created last year. Heavily political. Here it is enjoy!!!
~Bard
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!!!!!!WARNING RATED – R!!!!!!!!
AUFDA;
a fable
By Kevin Christensen
Winter.
Bright darkness.
Night.
19:30. 24-12-2010.
I left studio apartment and headed down street: to pub on nearby corner.
Eddies.
“Regular.”
Bartender placed a tall dark foamy beer before me.
“Thanks.”
A calm refreshing taste. Then warmth. A sigh of satisfaction.
Television in far corner of room aired evening news.
“…battle between AEU and the AU continues. Troops from both sides are constantly being sent to the fronts. President Maw Jong…”
War, war, war and more war. What is it with humans. What is it with us.
“…declared to the international press at a rally today the AEU will not stop sending troops to the front until AU surrenders complete control. In further news…”
Pitiful. Obsessed with control. How could we let ourselves come to this. Why would we let ourselves come to this. Fear. A common suffrage among us.
Fear. Control. … Control. I learned something new today. Addiction. A form of control. I learned the government has us tied down.
I finished my beer. Left.
“Silent night, Holy night. All is calm. All is bright. Round yon virgin mother and child. Holy infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace.”
Carolers.
Bright marquee in distance proclaimed:
“Population builds a nation – Abortion not an option.”
Choice sacrificed with freedom. This was our doing. Hobbes was right.
Create fear in the people and they will turn to the government to create a leviathan. Beast. Union. Complete control.
20:45. 24-12-2010.
Bright night.
Complete control.
Addiction.
I have heard tell that the government does not only control us. It controls our minds.
To test my evidence: my last glass of water was at 12:30. 24-12-2010.
The beer shouldn’t matter. Therefore I do not take it into consideration. But.
To accurately test results I might as well take into consideration. My beer I drank at 19:30. 24-12-2010.
Two years since we gave up our freedoms crime went from bad to worse.
War went from bad to worse.
Two years and everything went from bad to worse.
Who knew that the colored boy from Illinois would become America’s most ruthless, power-hungry president.
Everyone.
Who would dare say.
No one.
I can feel the cravings.
22:50. 24-12-2010.
Internal Constrictions.
Dimming night.
2133342-06-15-24-A: written on a small crumpled up scrap of paper.
Wedged in my pocket.
305a Main St. SE: written on the back.
Prohibition. Censorship. Rationing.
The things of the past brought back. With the shift in government, laws of past now laws of present.
General happiness amongst population is failing.
Propaganda is rising.
“The AEU are ruthless SAVAGES. Tell your children. They are TERRORISTS.”
One world union.
Total occupation.
Still more cravings.
Anxiety.
Irritability.
FUCK!
24:00. 24-12-2010.
Thirsty.
Brisk wind. Snow.
Visible breath.
Very thirsty.
Can’t.
Silence.
Empty streets.
11/2009
Amendment 28 – a ban on tobacco products
“…we will make this country a cleaner country. Let us stand together as healthy citizens and say ‘no.’ ‘NO.’ ‘No’ to the shackles of the citizens of this great nation. ‘No’ to the death of innocent people. ‘No” to tobacco!”
Cheers.
Amendment 29 – modification amendment – congress has right to control rights 1-10 if need for cause in time of crisis.
Fear.
National fear.
Beginning of an end.
AEU. Asian-European Union
One nation. One government.
AU. American Union.
WWIII. Time of crisis.
00:45. 25-12-2010.
Night.
Icy cold air. Snow.
Silence.
Dim lights.
Locked doors.
Fear.
Anxiety.
Irratibility.
I feel myself going mad. Is there any point.
I can’t keep this up.
FUCK. Shit.
Very. Very thirsty.
Mustn’t.
Persistence.
Mental. All Mental.
Focus.
Can’t.
All I can think of is water.
Craving water.
So very. So very thirsty.
Shit.
Rounding corner.
Stop. Wait. Here.
10/2008
“…impeach Bush!”
“…fuck Bush!”
“…Bush should die. We should kill him.”
Angry voices. Angry words.
“He’s the worst president ever.”
“It's his fault.”
“Fuck’em!”
Silence.
One voice. One whisper.
“…Obama…”
Cheers. An eruption. More cheers.
“…we NEED change!”
Cheers.
I stand at a distance.
I watch.
I think: “Change. Hmmm. Is this our savior. Is this our messiah. …Change.”
“…we need a new direction!”
Cheers.
Mindless acknowledgement.
Naivety.
Spin-city. Associated Press
Large smile. Colgate clean
“…vote for me!”
00:46. 25-12-2010.
Main street.
A long deserted street. Ends at a point. Perspective.
Tall cube shaped buildings. Cylinders. Cones. Pyramids. Cap buildings.
Mathematical architecture.
Stone. Granite. Marble.
Strong. Foreboding.
11/2009
Government Expanse
“…we have decided to maximize government policy to increase safety of the mass populous. To protect the citizens of the great United States of America from terrorist origanizations and against an attact on our own personal freedoms and liberties.”
Cheers. President steps from podium into his admirers.
Press surrounds.
“Sir?”
“Sir?”
“What will happen to our economy?”
“Will the new policy help boost the recessing economy?”
“Will we see change?”
Silence.
“Citizens. Friends. I assure you. With the new policy there will be change.
There…”
Cheers.
“There will be jobs. And. We will defeat this recession.”
Cheers.
20/07/2010
“…and it looks like today folks blue skies and sun. With your temperatures ranging in the mid-nineties throughout the week. Sorry folks, looks like no rain this week either. This week breaking the record of the most weeks without rain.”
Television radio broadcast.
“…in recent news: across the US agriculture owners are noticing a high rate of crop death due to lack of moisture…”
Famine.
01:45. 25-12-2010.
Black Night.
Winter.
Pale light illuminates large signs.
So thirsty.
Becoming light headed.
Will it ever end?
Anxious.
Am I lost?
Fear.
Sit.
Silence.
Faint music.
“Silent night … All is calm. All is bright.”
Is my experiment working?
“…round yon virgin. Mother and child…”
Scrap of paper: 305a Main St. SE.
“…holy infant so tender and mild…”
Other side: 2133342-06-15-24-A
“…sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace.”
Silence.
A light flickers.
I turn my head.
An off colored light.
Warmer than the others.
Stand.
I stumble toward it.
305 Main St. SE
02:00. 25-12-2010.
Up: AUFDA
“American Union Food and Drug Administration”
Single Motorized eye in high corner of door frame.
Purrs to life.
I stare.
It stares.
An unbreakable connection.
Keypad: Matrix of numbers.
Scrap of paper: 2133342-06-15-24-A
Keypad:
Door comes to life.
I step in.
Long corridor. Ending at a point. Perspective.
Parallel doors line hall. Reverse alphabet.
Walk.
Z…Y…X…W…V…U…T…S…R…
Stairwell:
↑AA – ZZ
…Q…P…O…N…M…L…K…
Stairwell:
↑AAA – ZZZ
…J…I…H…G…F…E…D…C…B…A.
“A”
Union Water Treatment Plant
Keypad:
...
...
BEEP
...
BEEP-bop
Green light.
Access granted.
A moment.
Anxiety.
Anxiousness.
Fear.
Excitement.
This is it.
Dizzy again.
So thirsty. So very thirsty.
Fuck.
02:15. 25-12-2010.
Pipes everywhere.
A dense undergrowth of mechanics and plumbing.
Large vat.
Large lable.
One word:
NICOTINE
Pure NICOTINE
Sit.
Hypothesis is correct.
I reach into my pocket and pull out a small black box:
American Spirit Cigarettes Perique Blend
Illicit goods.
Reach into pocket. Pull out small black box.
Flip switch.
05:00.00.
04:60.99.
Count down.
Pull out lighter. Light up.
“…sleep in heavenly peace.”
So smooth. So illuminated. Everything.
Smoke alarm goes off.
Water rains from ceiling.
I’m Soaked.
00:10.99.
I take off jacket.
00:05.73.
Bombs strapped to my chest.
00:02:49.
“…sleep in heavenly peace.”
00:00.00.
Copyright 2008 Kevin Christensen
This Piece of work is dedicated to all my smoking buddies. But it is mostly dedicated to my good friend and smoking buddy Justin Kasten. The day I finished the rough draft is the day he shipped for BT of the USMC. He heavily influenced this piece of work on many levels. Good luck my friend. I hope this will at least entertain you.
