"THE REVELATIONS OF JOHNNY JOHN"
CHAPTER I
Nine hundred and ninety days. I've been dead, waiting to die, waking every morning to a sky divided; empty squares and steel bars, the geometry of Gaol. Step back from the cage of your own life pressed tight to your face. Step back and see what I see; another inmate, another primate waiting to die. Understand that I cry for you now, not of despair but of hope; rejoice at these words for I have found our freedom, our salvation. It is Day 999. I am prepared; fish for an emaciated faith. An electric buzz in my head and I watch bleach-blond handfuls of my life falling to the ground without a sound. I am leaving this world as I came into it. Last supper: raw leather and tubers. I will not go with the polyps of this world rotting inside me. The day dies and I listen to the Songs of the Damned echoing through this throat of concrete that has swallowed our lives. The Millennium arrives covered with the liquid anticipation of a wet dream. There is a poppet with my escort; a disembodied head choked by a collar that is neither open nor closed. I move past and the head bows searching for forgotten lines even as the show begins. My throne is wood and as I write this I imagine a thousand years between a simple chair and a splinter kept in a sepulcher or in a locket worn on the pale throat of a virgin. I submit to the comforting embrace of buckled black leather, leaning to kiss a whiskered cheek that pulls forever away.
CHAPTER II
An urge to scream overtakes me and I scream until I am slapped and then I am rightly silent; moving backwards through the sprockets and gates of two-dimensional space clattering forward. To the lubricated prick of electrodes, I watch the faces, window-framed, grinning and howling behind their well-trained meat masks. A chair of nods is linked to my escape and I wait, a bullet in its chamber needing only the hammer to fall-- I recall only light. Frozen, swilling, ice-white light. Then, a figure moving towards me, a face like an empty winter sky filled with the glitter of steel-stars, and angel, a being of such celestial grace and power, that I fall to my knees weeping.
CHAPTER III
Unto me the angel came, "You have been chosen to herald that which is, which was and which is to come. Behold that which you shall write in a book, the Word of the one true god, Leviathan, he that cometh through me into you and all the kindred of the earth shall wail because of him. Behold, he cometh, for the time is at hand." Unto this Angel I came. Unto him and unto the Kingdom of the Power.
CHAPTER IV
Flight. Speed-tears blistered my lidless eyes. Descending into a winding concrete bowel, thick with waste. I panned for images that from featurelessness parted red; a widening gash exposing its glistening gray sponge. I heard a spine shucked with sickening ease, as though plucked from an over-cooked piece of steamed pork. Every breath I took was filled with the scent of a thousand blooming deaths. Faster, I flew. A pantina of pain pap-smeared beneath me into a red-capped seascape of agony that crashed and broke onto itself, drowning into the roar in my ears that screamed, "More!" Deeper. Hurtling. Furthering. Until suddenly I knew. I understood that the voice cresting beneath me was human. Screams from a razored slice of life, from am edge where man in unmade; these were human beings, unbeing.
CHAPTER V
My own fingers clawed through the white gelatin of my eyes. Such sights, such truths I could no longer stand. Tears of blood flowed from raped sockets, covering, protecting me with a quilted maroon caul. "Separate your fear from your flesh." The angel was with me always. "Then again open your eyes." Quivering, pink and hairless, I groped for the sterilized-steel of his voice. I was found and I stepped from the moist-dark of my tomb into the Light of Hell.
CHAPTER VI
Naked, I waded out into a stream; its warm red current ran around my legs. I continued out, the river flowing like wine between my thighs. The angel put his hands on my shoulders. "Cleanse yourself." Forcing me down, I slid beneath the surface. I held my breath, floating in wombless amnion until I became dizzy. I tried to stand but he would not let me. Thrashing, helpless hands broke the surface, feeling the air. The burning in my chest burst from my mouth, bubbling up through space; weightless life rising through my liquid shroud. Hell's artery poured onto my mouth as I inhaled, gulping, filling empty lung-sac with salt and iron; naked, I drowned in a river of blood.
CHAPTER VII
I awoke upon my burden, unable to move, straining to set my arms to my sides but lacking the strength. I tried to call to my guardian but found my mouth gagged with my tongue. "You are weak and in need of sustenance." I nodded. Laughing, he fed me coins of nothing that fell without ever finding the bottom of my appetite. He whispered, "Find you own truth. Self-satiate!" I nodded, this time sucking my tongue down my throat, a rope of oyster muscle-meat pulling me from the tree of woe. Liberated, I salivated at the feast before me: brisket, sirloin, tip and butt. I devoured, shredding, rending, stuffing stringy handfuls of glorious, white-marbled meat. Sausage, trotter, rib and tripe; ravenously I did consume, gobbling my entirety.
CHAPTER VIII
The dark angel lowered his voice. It was madness and bellowing. The root of my guts twisted to his call, a worm straining against my throat. I ached to purge---delicious vomit consumed my will, yet I fought the urge. The angel roared, "Confess to your flesh." I could hold on no longer, dropping to my knees. Every cell and sinew erupted in orgasmic bursts of blinding evocation. My palate scorched. My blistered tongue swelled and bled against my blackened teeth. Genuflecting in my bilious spew, a warm, jubilant swirling morass spread about me. The angel laughed, and touched my face.
CHAPTER IX
It raised me high over its head and hurled me into a deep and vile ocean. I sank into the putrid tide, consumed. My eyes were blinded by stinging bile. The ooze licked my sides and pressed my flesh with in the haze the husks of all former lives cracked open like dead crickets. The angel's voice boomed in my head, "Remember your true name!" I was slapped with a bolt of burning pain that soon melted into sheer joy. Ahead in the murk was my destitute, twisted reflection. I grasped for it, but it withered and dissolved into the fluid, washed into the murk, dragged faster and faster downward by heavy ankle chains
CHAPTER X
The swirls and eddies of filth began to congeal beneath me--it was the angel, arms like a great windlass pulling the chair that locked my feet. With a great tug, my body was pulled downward. The ooze had dissolved, but a thin film still clung to my body. I was told to stand, holding the cold black chain in my slimy hands. "Graft yourself to affliction--- become one with the suffering!" I was fettered, shackled carnage and he beat me, driving a delicate mist of gore from my dripping wounds. My agony blossomed into spectacular delight as all blood ran together.
CHAPTER XI
Cold, ecstatic stinging steel pulled bits of muscle and tendon away from anticipating bones. I was riveted to a wall of a steel box, clinging meat hung in tatters from my broken frame. I saw, pinioned to the adjacent walls, rows of drying carcasses. Creaking aged flesh, long since spent, beaten of all vitality, torn and shredded in the mouths of a thousand cannibal blenders. Thick unctuous mortal jelly spread over the box. The angel poured pain so rich upon me it anointed my crying wounds like a balm.
CHAPTER XII
The angel reached out and tore me from my fastenings. I fell tumbling, gushing blood. The angel wrenched my body again, impaling me on spikes. Hands dug under my skin, ripping off the last shreds. Each gully torn, each wound layed open turned my mind like the boring of a screw. The angel split open my skull . My viscera hung, defeated. Reflections of screams and silhouettes of pain arranged in opened, fractalled corridors that I would eternally wander. The angel laughed, "Flesh is the end. The wound is the power the passage."
CHAPTER XIII
Humid pain clung thick, delicious. Senses grew heavy, overloaded. Misery and suffering whorled about each other, without start or relief. Pure raw nerve burst in a neon bouquet, and all was a kaleidoscope of blood and pleasure funnelling into a vortex of chaos coalescing; it hard edges sharpening, the fine intricacies of its surface, like tattooed lace becoming exact. Leviathan arose, spinning in geometric agony. I was whole again.
CHAPTER XIV
Before me, my reflection hung suspended in the vertical abyss of Leviathan. I reached forward to touch the face of god but it was he that touched me.
CHAPTER XV
Silence.
CHAPTER XVI
A mote. I emerged from the mind's eye of god; yet still his chosen. Listen for I come to bear witness to that which is and which is to come.
CHAPTER XVII
Behold! The world you live in---a crawling retreat of falsehoods called your daily bread. Doom fell upon all lives, a thick cloud, black and rolling---the sleeping torn and thrown to demise. Leagues of angels, fierce, swarming, and hungry for ripe flesh blanketed the land. The army, dark and terrible, thundered forth on the backs of human steeds. Great cities toppled, ignorant victims floating like swollen fish, plump and easy. The few faithful, patiently awaiting the call, struck in unison, tearing the throats of their blind neighbors. The web of misery ensnared the unwary--- Leviathan's will drove the destruction.
CHAPTER XVIII
All was leveled. Everywhere were agonal breaths from cracked chests, meat harvested from twitching limbs. Pain chased the last few lives to screaming death. Swelling sewers of gore belched vile smoke, polluting the air. The great and terrible feast piled high, dripping death. Bones were sucked dry of faithless marrow. Five burned away the last green pastures---the land sat sterile and charred. This is the end of your world---those who choose to listen to my call, the message of Leviathan, shall ride with dark angels, tasting exquisite flesh. Those who fight my word shall be as nothing.
CHAPTER XIX
Leviathan's promise becomes manifest. A perfect temple, built from the flayed carcasses of our destroyed enemies rises amidst the world. An aqueduct of flesh and blood opens flowing deep and hot within the great structure. We shall bathe and drink from the wellspring of Leviathan.
CHAPTER XX
Know that what I have written here is truth, fabricated from the word of he that shall pass judgement on us all. Cast these truths in the flesh and bone of your own image and set them before your lives as the key to your emancipation. This is the dawn of the new age. The god is present that has always been present. Rejoice for his time has come, but heed well the prophecy herein for those who do not glory in him, who do not sing his praise. Woe, woe unto his enemies and their false gods for it is they who shall seek death and shall not find it; they shall desire to die but death shall flee from them. Thanks, word be, amen, and even so.
CHAPTER I
Nine hundred and ninety days. I've been dead, waiting to die, waking every morning to a sky divided; empty squares and steel bars, the geometry of Gaol. Step back from the cage of your own life pressed tight to your face. Step back and see what I see; another inmate, another primate waiting to die. Understand that I cry for you now, not of despair but of hope; rejoice at these words for I have found our freedom, our salvation. It is Day 999. I am prepared; fish for an emaciated faith. An electric buzz in my head and I watch bleach-blond handfuls of my life falling to the ground without a sound. I am leaving this world as I came into it. Last supper: raw leather and tubers. I will not go with the polyps of this world rotting inside me. The day dies and I listen to the Songs of the Damned echoing through this throat of concrete that has swallowed our lives. The Millennium arrives covered with the liquid anticipation of a wet dream. There is a poppet with my escort; a disembodied head choked by a collar that is neither open nor closed. I move past and the head bows searching for forgotten lines even as the show begins. My throne is wood and as I write this I imagine a thousand years between a simple chair and a splinter kept in a sepulcher or in a locket worn on the pale throat of a virgin. I submit to the comforting embrace of buckled black leather, leaning to kiss a whiskered cheek that pulls forever away.
CHAPTER II
An urge to scream overtakes me and I scream until I am slapped and then I am rightly silent; moving backwards through the sprockets and gates of two-dimensional space clattering forward. To the lubricated prick of electrodes, I watch the faces, window-framed, grinning and howling behind their well-trained meat masks. A chair of nods is linked to my escape and I wait, a bullet in its chamber needing only the hammer to fall-- I recall only light. Frozen, swilling, ice-white light. Then, a figure moving towards me, a face like an empty winter sky filled with the glitter of steel-stars, and angel, a being of such celestial grace and power, that I fall to my knees weeping.
CHAPTER III
Unto me the angel came, "You have been chosen to herald that which is, which was and which is to come. Behold that which you shall write in a book, the Word of the one true god, Leviathan, he that cometh through me into you and all the kindred of the earth shall wail because of him. Behold, he cometh, for the time is at hand." Unto this Angel I came. Unto him and unto the Kingdom of the Power.
CHAPTER IV
Flight. Speed-tears blistered my lidless eyes. Descending into a winding concrete bowel, thick with waste. I panned for images that from featurelessness parted red; a widening gash exposing its glistening gray sponge. I heard a spine shucked with sickening ease, as though plucked from an over-cooked piece of steamed pork. Every breath I took was filled with the scent of a thousand blooming deaths. Faster, I flew. A pantina of pain pap-smeared beneath me into a red-capped seascape of agony that crashed and broke onto itself, drowning into the roar in my ears that screamed, "More!" Deeper. Hurtling. Furthering. Until suddenly I knew. I understood that the voice cresting beneath me was human. Screams from a razored slice of life, from am edge where man in unmade; these were human beings, unbeing.
CHAPTER V
My own fingers clawed through the white gelatin of my eyes. Such sights, such truths I could no longer stand. Tears of blood flowed from raped sockets, covering, protecting me with a quilted maroon caul. "Separate your fear from your flesh." The angel was with me always. "Then again open your eyes." Quivering, pink and hairless, I groped for the sterilized-steel of his voice. I was found and I stepped from the moist-dark of my tomb into the Light of Hell.
CHAPTER VI
Naked, I waded out into a stream; its warm red current ran around my legs. I continued out, the river flowing like wine between my thighs. The angel put his hands on my shoulders. "Cleanse yourself." Forcing me down, I slid beneath the surface. I held my breath, floating in wombless amnion until I became dizzy. I tried to stand but he would not let me. Thrashing, helpless hands broke the surface, feeling the air. The burning in my chest burst from my mouth, bubbling up through space; weightless life rising through my liquid shroud. Hell's artery poured onto my mouth as I inhaled, gulping, filling empty lung-sac with salt and iron; naked, I drowned in a river of blood.
CHAPTER VII
I awoke upon my burden, unable to move, straining to set my arms to my sides but lacking the strength. I tried to call to my guardian but found my mouth gagged with my tongue. "You are weak and in need of sustenance." I nodded. Laughing, he fed me coins of nothing that fell without ever finding the bottom of my appetite. He whispered, "Find you own truth. Self-satiate!" I nodded, this time sucking my tongue down my throat, a rope of oyster muscle-meat pulling me from the tree of woe. Liberated, I salivated at the feast before me: brisket, sirloin, tip and butt. I devoured, shredding, rending, stuffing stringy handfuls of glorious, white-marbled meat. Sausage, trotter, rib and tripe; ravenously I did consume, gobbling my entirety.
CHAPTER VIII
The dark angel lowered his voice. It was madness and bellowing. The root of my guts twisted to his call, a worm straining against my throat. I ached to purge---delicious vomit consumed my will, yet I fought the urge. The angel roared, "Confess to your flesh." I could hold on no longer, dropping to my knees. Every cell and sinew erupted in orgasmic bursts of blinding evocation. My palate scorched. My blistered tongue swelled and bled against my blackened teeth. Genuflecting in my bilious spew, a warm, jubilant swirling morass spread about me. The angel laughed, and touched my face.
CHAPTER IX
It raised me high over its head and hurled me into a deep and vile ocean. I sank into the putrid tide, consumed. My eyes were blinded by stinging bile. The ooze licked my sides and pressed my flesh with in the haze the husks of all former lives cracked open like dead crickets. The angel's voice boomed in my head, "Remember your true name!" I was slapped with a bolt of burning pain that soon melted into sheer joy. Ahead in the murk was my destitute, twisted reflection. I grasped for it, but it withered and dissolved into the fluid, washed into the murk, dragged faster and faster downward by heavy ankle chains
CHAPTER X
The swirls and eddies of filth began to congeal beneath me--it was the angel, arms like a great windlass pulling the chair that locked my feet. With a great tug, my body was pulled downward. The ooze had dissolved, but a thin film still clung to my body. I was told to stand, holding the cold black chain in my slimy hands. "Graft yourself to affliction--- become one with the suffering!" I was fettered, shackled carnage and he beat me, driving a delicate mist of gore from my dripping wounds. My agony blossomed into spectacular delight as all blood ran together.
CHAPTER XI
Cold, ecstatic stinging steel pulled bits of muscle and tendon away from anticipating bones. I was riveted to a wall of a steel box, clinging meat hung in tatters from my broken frame. I saw, pinioned to the adjacent walls, rows of drying carcasses. Creaking aged flesh, long since spent, beaten of all vitality, torn and shredded in the mouths of a thousand cannibal blenders. Thick unctuous mortal jelly spread over the box. The angel poured pain so rich upon me it anointed my crying wounds like a balm.
CHAPTER XII
The angel reached out and tore me from my fastenings. I fell tumbling, gushing blood. The angel wrenched my body again, impaling me on spikes. Hands dug under my skin, ripping off the last shreds. Each gully torn, each wound layed open turned my mind like the boring of a screw. The angel split open my skull . My viscera hung, defeated. Reflections of screams and silhouettes of pain arranged in opened, fractalled corridors that I would eternally wander. The angel laughed, "Flesh is the end. The wound is the power the passage."
CHAPTER XIII
Humid pain clung thick, delicious. Senses grew heavy, overloaded. Misery and suffering whorled about each other, without start or relief. Pure raw nerve burst in a neon bouquet, and all was a kaleidoscope of blood and pleasure funnelling into a vortex of chaos coalescing; it hard edges sharpening, the fine intricacies of its surface, like tattooed lace becoming exact. Leviathan arose, spinning in geometric agony. I was whole again.
CHAPTER XIV
Before me, my reflection hung suspended in the vertical abyss of Leviathan. I reached forward to touch the face of god but it was he that touched me.
CHAPTER XV
Silence.
CHAPTER XVI
A mote. I emerged from the mind's eye of god; yet still his chosen. Listen for I come to bear witness to that which is and which is to come.
CHAPTER XVII
Behold! The world you live in---a crawling retreat of falsehoods called your daily bread. Doom fell upon all lives, a thick cloud, black and rolling---the sleeping torn and thrown to demise. Leagues of angels, fierce, swarming, and hungry for ripe flesh blanketed the land. The army, dark and terrible, thundered forth on the backs of human steeds. Great cities toppled, ignorant victims floating like swollen fish, plump and easy. The few faithful, patiently awaiting the call, struck in unison, tearing the throats of their blind neighbors. The web of misery ensnared the unwary--- Leviathan's will drove the destruction.
CHAPTER XVIII
All was leveled. Everywhere were agonal breaths from cracked chests, meat harvested from twitching limbs. Pain chased the last few lives to screaming death. Swelling sewers of gore belched vile smoke, polluting the air. The great and terrible feast piled high, dripping death. Bones were sucked dry of faithless marrow. Five burned away the last green pastures---the land sat sterile and charred. This is the end of your world---those who choose to listen to my call, the message of Leviathan, shall ride with dark angels, tasting exquisite flesh. Those who fight my word shall be as nothing.
CHAPTER XIX
Leviathan's promise becomes manifest. A perfect temple, built from the flayed carcasses of our destroyed enemies rises amidst the world. An aqueduct of flesh and blood opens flowing deep and hot within the great structure. We shall bathe and drink from the wellspring of Leviathan.
CHAPTER XX
Know that what I have written here is truth, fabricated from the word of he that shall pass judgement on us all. Cast these truths in the flesh and bone of your own image and set them before your lives as the key to your emancipation. This is the dawn of the new age. The god is present that has always been present. Rejoice for his time has come, but heed well the prophecy herein for those who do not glory in him, who do not sing his praise. Woe, woe unto his enemies and their false gods for it is they who shall seek death and shall not find it; they shall desire to die but death shall flee from them. Thanks, word be, amen, and even so.
karismic:
dude, i hope you don't mind but i have to read your journal entry day by day... 