The Sock-Monkey As Alone

All of the older ones arrive at the primordial clay. Re-imagining had begun, so they let the game be played. First, they will make a God, the God of obedience. Yet won't spare the rod as if it were expedient The all father served them well doing all that he is told. So make for him a southern bell, knowledge that can't be sold. The first son knowledge will have, is a little skeleton boy. So has death made her glad or is it the death of her joy "Knowledge you are far too bold!" screams the all father in rage. "You must do as you are told!" he rips off her arms in a rampage. The older ones were scared of death. The first feeling they had felt. Not sure if they were cursed or blessed they offered knowledge no more help They changed her name to wisdom for she now seemed to know her place. She was afraid of the symptom, now pregnant from her rape. The second son of wisdom was a green boy they named hope. Who was born with

Disappointment has defined every breath my lungs have turned to poison. Toxic nightmares that shake like a quaker balancing heaven and hell on its index finger, to show off. They reveal the frustration and anxiety of a world defined by rules that we never had a vote in deciding there enforcement. The surviving dust walker thought all of this with desolation shaping his frustration into determination. As the author developed by a similar form of devastation needs to reassure his readers. That the author and his equivalent translations of an alien world's language. Are far better than reading phonetic spellings of what his visions impose on him as an observer, a dreamlike mosaic of irrational behavior. While the lonely Dust Walker that we will for the sake of not seeming silly refer to as Dave (ain't I a stinker?) staired out over the garden with its magnificent fields of wild grass and homes that felt like a plateau even though they were on a plain. It was surrounded by a

1 The feline-Esque humanoids that will henceforth be referred to as the imps lived in the industrial caverns that were the sewage systems of the "big guys upstairs." They lived literally in the shit of there gods. They would pray to the great ones of value (the big guys upstairs were wealthy). They were locked away in a world of stench breeding for those that hated them—breeding for a world that was beyond there comprehension. The imps had black fur and were female; the big guys upstairs had white hair and were male. This characteristic was the only difference between a good life in the garden or one of the perils, the stench of the dung heap. Each raised the children that were like them, teaching them to hate the ones that were not. The imps had shepherds wise women of strength. That had gutted themselves of there reproductive organs. Swearing an oath that they would protect their sisters from the men who claimed them as property. The shepherd's arms were