It’s a great day today! It’s going to be a great day today! I’m so happy to be alive in such a beautiful place! It’s amazing! It’s beautiful! It’s incredible! It’s…its…what the fuck is wrong with this place?!

I’m fucking dying inside!…I haven’t been allowed to show my true emotions since the new regime took over…it’s against the law to show emotions other than…happiness.

Car wreck? Be happy no one got seriously hurt or died. Fired from the job? Be positive that you’ll get a new one. Divorce? There’s plenty of fish in the sea. Loved one was brutally murdered in front of your eyes? Be grateful that you live.

The law states, “ Happiness is the key to complete sovereignty and peace. It is the one and only true emotion and it must be present in order to maintain a dominant position in preserving peace.”

Sounds nice, right?…I call it draconian bullshit! How can a human being be emotionally oppressed?! How can our freedoms be legislated?! It’s sickening! It’s draining! It’s tiring! It’s…oh whatever…KEEP SMILING NEO-AMERICA!

There’s always hope…there is. There has to be if this love is to remain strong and true. From the moment our lips embraced each other, I felt the truth. I didn’t just know…I felt it. Our eyes locked in before we separated our bodies from one another. This was the broken moment. This was the honest moment. This was the time to say goodbye to my one true love.

Your dark hair being carried off by the winds of the airport terminal, as your petite curvy body hustles through the security check points to gate 34. I watch you. Until I can no longer see your dark hair…your beauty…your eyes…I watch you go.

You might be leaving the United Kingdom, and you might be leaving for a while. But that smile, those lips, those tiny cute feet of yours will be landing in Malta…where my soul and my love will continue you to be with you…just until my hands, my lips, and my entire being will be one with you again.

Life was simply before I knew all of this. I played basketball with the other kids around the block, mom baked apple pies for community charity events, dad was a regular at the fire department hang out spot, and my kid sister was top of her class in science.

Then it happened. Our birth right. Our calling…sorry…THE Calling. The thing we were meant to do. The things our ancestors would want us to do. It’s a “rich legacy” they say. We owe everything we have to the God Queen. She’s our mother. Speaking of mothers, I’m not so certain that my mother is truly my biological mother. Our sex rituals tend to muddy things up a bit. No matter. I’m here now.

Yes…I’m here now. In the comfort and safety of our dark basement, encircled by fellow members, watching my legal parents and others partake in an orgy right before my 16 year old eyes. I stand here with a dagger in one hand and my kid sister’s bludgeoned head in the other, feeling pure elation and with tears in my eyes. I stand proud for what we stand for. This is bigger than me! In a few years time, I’ll be a priest in the God Queen’s army—bringing her more children, planting more seeds, sacrificing more and more and more and…wow…look at this…look! Human blood and cum all around…this is for Her! This is for my true mother!…I love you God Queen.

Late again for a job I detest, Knowing I could’ve made a profit off of what I do best.

Let Me Out.

Catch the Bus, then the Train, damn it it’s late,

Gotta spend $20 on Uber to get to a job that I hate.

Let Me Out.

Rippin’ and Runnin through this pedestrian traffic mentally cussin out every human face I see,

Job’s on the line, bills are late, wife talkin’ about leavin’ me.

Let Me Out.

Revolving door, hurry up and let me into this corporate chaotic hell on earth I call my job,

Rushin’ to the elevator, up and around the escalator, I’m comin through, didn’t see that hot coffee, damn it Bob!

Let Me Out!

White shirt brown, neck tie drowns, skin burnin on my chest and all I want to do is so best,

Shit hurts. But what’s worse I’m walking to my cubicle with all eyes locked on my new coffee brown best corporate dress.

Let Me Out.

And Here he comes aiming for my desk with that big boss strut,

Eyes flamin, fist clinchin, ready to do you know what.

Let Me Out.

All day pain, All year the same, ain’t nothin gonna change so I want out,

My life is all wrong, my wife is pretty much gone, I got nothin else under the sun, I want out.

Let Me Out. Let Me the Fuck Out!

He about to open his mouth, he bout to breathe out those words, he about to drop the verbal pink slip from that mustache covered lip,

Here comes the dip!…slip…snatch…slice…stab…drip…blood…from…the tip.

Out…I’m Out.

Call the police…call the wife…I got a new life…thanks to the envelope knife,

I created this monster but this monster saved me and this monster is my new boss, this monster is my life.

I’m Out!

Everyone is nice here…oddly and overly nice. From the tall lanky host with the oversized grin, to the wide-eyed waitress who carried a dominating presence in her five foot 4 inches body.

As I sit alone at my table, I take a panoramic view of this restaurant…and everyone, including the patrons, all seem to be so…extra in their behavior and laughing as if they’re pretending to laugh at a bad joke. A part of me feels that this restaurant has got to be some sort of an immersive theatre experience…it’s not. At least as far as I know. I kinda feel I’m on the Truman Show or something.

I take a look at the food and everything seems normal. It fact, the food I see on everyone’s plate looks succulent and delicious. So I order the mango-flavored roast duck meal, thinking that maybe the food is so amazing, that it’s prompting this overly extroverted atmosphere in a fine dining restaurant. Seeing patrons smile ear to ear and laughing loudly at their tables at God knows what makes me think it was either a huge celebratory event, or…something was apparently in the food.

At the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of a young waitress standing up against the wall near the entrance to the kitchen with tears in her eyes as she watches the bedlam with her hands behind her back; doing the best to maintain a professional and hospitable image. I then see the tall lanky host speed walking over to her with a look that had the combination of his huge creepy smile and rage in his eyes!

He and two cooks from the kitchen approach her. The host is extremely close to her as he whispers something unpleasant in her ear. For her face changes from tearful sadness to outright terror! The three gentlemen forcefully escort her to the kitchen. I then turn my attention to a loud bang on my table as my food had arrived and the face of the dominating wide-eyed waitress is uncomfortably close to my face as she says with a huge creepy grin, “mango-roast duck!”

Those humongous blue eyes of hers are piercing into my soul and I can smell her breath which smelt like she had drank some sort of cough syrup. That’s how close she was to my face.

I take a gander at my dinner, I take a gander at the patrons, and I look over at the tall lanky host standing outside the kitchen smiling that damn smile…and I knew…I really wasn’t welcomed here…I had to get out!

Death all around! And by death I mean trees, leaves, nothingness…only the cold is here to embrace it all.

The city is shrouded in the white powdery ice crystals of winter. A city that knows not it’s self very well.

Deep within the city’s congested concrete jungle, stands a bridge. This isn’t a bridge of the ordinary. No…this is a bridge that has been built to create an unlikely friendship between two worlds that this city harbors. Two worlds that are kept in two buildings; connected by this one bridge!

In one building, lives the Sun People. They spend a lot of time outside on the hottest of days and reap the enjoyment that the sun provides. They are a vibrant and influential group of people who are free spirited, expressive, and joyful! However, during the winter, they shelter themselves from everyone. They believe the sun was stolen from them in order to keep them under control. Their sadness and anger grows during every winter. As these dark emotions fester within them, their finger points to the other building that the bridge connects to.

The Sun People blame…the Harvest People for their lack of sunshine and rainbows. For the Harvest People engorge themselves with the plentiful food that they accumulated over time; consuming every piece of the harvest until they’re fat enough to feel…happy.

The Harvest People are a well educated people, hyper intelligent, and cunning…but they are never happy. They are only hungry for more of this, more of that, more, more, and more…but they never get to meet or be greeted by the idea called happiness…until, quite possibly and hopefully, today. But for the longest time, the Harvest People have been very jealous of the Sun People’s joyful living. Again, let’s hope for the best today.

Today, is the opening of the bridge known as Winter’s Bridge. It is built in the hopes of strengthening ties between the Sun People and the Harvest People, so that this may birth a peaceful beginning. Can the Sun People receive the same benefits and education that the Harvest People receive? And can the Harvest People receive the same joy and learn openness as the Sun People?

Well…they have a bridge. They just need one person from each building to cross it to find out.

It’s not just knowing about yourself, but it’s also understanding why that is.

I like traveling because it allows me to become more educated about life and people.

I don’t like to be home because it brings back old traumatic memories and intrusive thoughts of pain and anger.

I like to be alone because I feel stronger in my solitude and I can allow myself to think and reflect.

I don’t like to be around too many people because it activates my hyper vigilant mind and increases my anxiety and fear.

I like art, history, and literature because they all tap into my creativity and vivid imagination.

I don’t like math or science because they make me feel imprisoned and I need to feel free.

I like to be with someone who is confident, classy, and can compliment my calm nature.

I don’t like to be with someone who strives for attention and has a level of toxicity that would drive me away….(who on earth would want to be with someone like this?)

I like the fact that I to need to journal my thoughts and career plans so my mind is at ease and not overwhelmed.

I don’t like the fact that I can be stubborn and not be always open to new perspectives.

So…get to know yourself and be careful out there! For society, close friends, and family may try to persuade you to be someone that you’re not.

Fuck this shit! This is total bullshit! How can this great country of ours allow a bunch of Godless bio, science, whatever the fuck — crackpots do this to us?

Human evolution my ass! They’re playing God and it’s not right and it’s unAmerican! I remember when being a red blooded human use to mean something. It was a God given right to be human! Now…they think we’re weak…”obsolete”! Pff, they can lick my All-American human ass for that one!

I’m just sick of it…”Enhanced Humans”…Fuck the fuckin Hancies! I swear to God himself, if a Hancy came into my town, they would have another thing comin’! You can bet your bottom dollar! They’re just trying to take over! Take over our jobs, our schools, our cities…it’s insane!

I gotta do it. This government just lost a supporter. They want to initiate Legislation 101; give more power to the Hancies so they can run the world! Well…I got something special for this Hancy Lovin government. It just cost me a grand, but it’s gonna prove a point.

They can not replace us! They can not exterminate us! And when this capital building explodes like the 4th of July, the world will know who’s truly in control! They’ll remember the real Americans!

World governments collapse, countries at war with each other, and environmental disasters wash away our future. Now here I am…a former police officer working long hours in a garbage heap for an alien race that sees humans as petty creatures that deserve enslavement. I beg to differ. After 20 years of being an alien’s pet, I’ve figured a way to give humans a second chance. From time to time, I’m escorted to their central governing halls by two 9ft tall behemoths with vertically long heads, glowing blue eyes, black armored suits with tentacle-like weapons attached to their backs, and some automatic-rifles that could blow a hole through a mountain! At these governing halls, we are made to constantly declare our allegiance to their leadership and pay them tribute. I’ve actually befriended one of the leaders and won their trust. This leader holds the keys to the main reactor of their home base. If I can get a hold of those keys, I could round up some of my fellow humans and try to melt this place to the ground! But we’ll only have 15 minutes to escape in the bio pods. Then hopefully, we’ll land on the planet RX2456. A planet a lot like earth but much bigger. We call the planet ‘Rex’. I’ve been able to talk to several fellow humans about my plan. However, some are truly loyal to their alien gods, that if my plan were to leak into their ears, I will be a part of the garbage collection in the heap where I work. Well…a lot is at stake and this is the biggest risk I’ve ever made since joining the once notorious LAPD. All of this, for the resistance and humanity’s second chance!

For 200 years, mankind has tried to fix their own calamities. Too little, too late seems appropriate to say at the moment. Well…as far I’m concerned, things couldn’t be any better than what we’ve got now. It was always believed that we were the center of the universe…boy were we wrong! It took another race of life-forms to change our fortunes. Luckily, these beings were compassionate enough to help us, smart enough to save planet earth, and noble enough to lead us humans in the right direction. Hell…they could’ve stayed and ruled us with an iron hand…but they didn’t. They recognized that we dim-witted humans actually have a spine to do what’s right for everyone. And one of those dim-witted humans with a spine was me. A lowly rancher with a high school education and three ex-wives to his name. Out of all the humans on this tiny rock of ours , these beings declared that I would be the one to watch over the entire planet and report any threats or ominous behavior across the world; just in case we need more rescuing. Can’t beat that Jack! Well, here I am with an advanced set of new eyes and upgraded set of ears to capture the troubles of world. It’s now my sworn duty to gaze across every piece of land and sea. I ain’t really much of an adrenaline junkie. As long as the world keeps the peace, I can steadily go on about my days on the back of my horse Wind. Me and Wind will watch over mankind with the hopes that we don’t screw things up again. I owe it to these aliens for saving us and adding a new frontier for us to live on…hmm…I think I’ll just buy these alien boys some cold beers.