From: joshua@dmccorp.com (Joshua Lellis)
Subject: STORY: This Was The Place Where I Was Born
Date: Fri May 26 05:02:07 MET DST 1995

This Was The Place Where I Was Born
by Joshua Lellis
Copyright 1995 Joshua Lellis

   "This was the place where I was born," he said, spreading his arms
wide as to glorify the spot. "In but this tiny little spot my mother gave
birth to me without drugs or any such artificial mixtures. I was a
healthy child, and from birth, I was a genius." He smiled slightly, yet
looking back up at him, I couldn't tell it was a smile, it looked so much
more like an expression of indifference. "Cursed with genius, no? Tis
sad, but true, that I was born of such poor blood in such a rural area.
Here we are, on a precipice of the new world that will guide us to
another area, yet, this was the place where i was born, and for that it
demands a sense of reverence. The mountains in the background and the
short drop here. There," he said, pointing. "was where the car was
parked, and there was where my father stood. We'd let the birth be
handled by a cybosurgeon, of course, as was normal in those days. These
days.. These days they load up the woman with drugs and pain killers, so
that it doesn't "hurt" or "endanger" her any. Poor women in the Urban
Jungle are getting knocked up just so that they can have the experience
of the ultimate drug trip, giving birth. I don't remember a time when
bearing children was so common and unnoticeable as for people to not care
about the power of life.
   "No, life means nothing in this Urban Jungle that used to be known as
America, land of the free, home of the brave. Justice for all died out in
the nineteenth century, and anarchists that claimed to be free thinkers
started trying to run the world, telling people to think for themselves
while subliminally *screaming* for people to follow their rule. And
freaks running around with long hair and looking for their next home."
That was a reference to myself, as my hair came down to the my shoulders.
"This, this was the place where I was born! This is my home! This is and
always will be my home." He took a step towards the cliff, scratching his
bald head. Softer now, "This was the place where I was born..." and even
softer, "this is the place where I will die.."
   I blinked, keeping my eyes closed for as long as possible. "And you
intend to take me with you?" I asked.
   He shook his ugly bald head and looked back at me. "No. It would be
such a waste of human life to take you with me. Where I'm going... I'm
going to paradise. You cannot follow me there. You are doomed to stay
here and live in this shit-world forever and ever, til the day that you
die and are sent to hell." Back to the cliff, another step closer. "You,
Joshua, where here to write this all down. To tell the world what will
and very soon has happened to me."
   Another step and without a word, over the precipice and to the bottom
and the end of what was a genius, or a madman, who never quite understood
the world.



--
when you peel back my eyes i see the pain and feel alive my hatred heaps upon
this fire that burns inside and you blow higher but i don't need you anymore
you cannot hurt me anymore keep it away from the fire unless you want it to
burn it burns wildfire set on fire you caught on fire and when you take me
in your mind into this dirty sodden shrine i do not need you anymore you
cannot hurt me anymore -- kmfdm "ultra" -- joshua@client.dmccorp.com
joshua lellis -- jacob latter -- stauf (@ 204.156.18.1 5000)