Chapter 3
Somewhere in the Wisconsin State Prison...deep in the belly of a tiny microsector of the one true Hell itself, materialized in the carnal world called Earth, 66 men and 4 women were ruminating....ruminating...about how they were never children...how, if they did so much as smile at the age of three, let alone giggle...they were immediately flogged with a rattan cane simply for doing so, then beaten further for not putting salt and pepper and butter on the table after being ordered to set it after such a giggle...how they were forbidden to watch anything like Disney's Dumbo or Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, nor read any books with such a label, or play with such toys with their fathers' physical presence in the house as a child, simply because of the pure whimsy, the element, the vibe it emanated...
The vibe of purity, joy and innocence...if any other spouses resisted them, it was a perpetual slew of verbal and emotional abuse, with no limit to its evil power. So went it if they, the ruminators, resisted. So went the variations on these ruminations...excessive verbal and emotional abuse on the women, who, at age three, were once Karen Pendleton from the Mickey Mouse club, until one day, on the spur of the moment, father walked through the hall where they were playing underneath a cardboard box fort...and knocked it over in furious anger and bitter hatred--most genuine indeed and colder than the heart of Antartica--simply because the child was having fun, in a place of spiritual paradise, unlike he, who was in a spiritual hell...
Therefore telling the child inevitably, such spiritual and emotional happiness is forbidden here, *dearest*.
The passive participance from the mother would, tragically, be a natural inevitability, shortly afterwards, when the child made the inevitable mistake of telling her when she came home...taught to submit, taught to tolerate, taught to take it with a smile....inevitably passive participance in whatever verbal, emotional, spiritual or physical abuse was exacted upon her by the significant other.
Thus gone was the child despite the chronology of her age, the Karen Pendleton elements of her simply rendered nonexistent in both the parent's sick minds....gone was her childhood, despite the chronology, automatically, adulthood came. The lifestyle of the average child gone in one instant. The purity, the blissful naiivete, the innocence, the wonder of "just learning"....
The men, of course, shared the infinite feeling that agony, anguish, and misery were not big enough words for. Though not quite as effeminate, their lives suffered all these afflictions, and the variations did not know the definition of limit. They, too, were no longer children...beatings, cuts bruises, slashes, all at random....not only physical, but emotional, spiritual, in heart and mind....relentless...endless nights in the early years of one...parent...yelling....endless days....trips that were never vacations, just constant verbal and emotional abuse from father to mother about not peeing in the toilet properly at the rest stop, when the woman didn't even spill a drop of urine on the seat. All suspects shared, by sheer coincidence indeed...one common affliction....passive participance...the mother telling them to tolerate the abuse, take it with a smile, taught to be submissive to it, most especially the girls...passive participance in the abuse exacted upon them.
Thus beginneth the inevitable domino effects when every child ventured out into the real world...the concept of the opposite sex treating them cruel and meaning it as a sign of romantic attraction at elementary school age, tragically and tearfully, mistaken for genuine cruelty...the practical joker of the class mistaken for a black-hearted brute...thus the child abused mistaken for a wicked bvlack heart, tragically indeed, his or herself...thus beginneth the end of friendships nonexistent n the first place...the belief of the victim that he or she is mentally ill when infatuated with someone such as Frank Sinatra, or technically Frankie Avalon in this era. All the emotions and hormones involved in metamorphisis...the domino effects that are the price to pay for the victim when put up against junior high or high school society. No preparation for opposite sex romance or the pain and anguish of it all, nor the wierd new aspects, nor the responsibilities...no preparation for the inevitable snobby girl's cold-blooded battle tactics...or the jock's dead forward attacks....
Thus beginneth the nightamres, flashbacks, and lack of ability to develop healthy adult romantic relationships or friendships. All the while, the mother blames the child, much to his or her bewilderment, for the afflictions put on her by the abusive parent. Thus beginnetyh the bone- chilling, yet inevitable effects of that as well, which could, and by nature, does have the ability, to destroy withoput a trace, a child's spirit, heart and soul...
In their elementary school and preadolescent to adolescent years, they had desperatley turned to others for help, from teachers to ministers. But who would believe them, as the abusers involved were, outside the four walls of their homes, pre school teachers, simple milkmen, toy shop workers, "well-respected" ministers, "well-respected" ministers' wives, rabbis, wives of rabbis...prominent businessmen..."well-revered" female "community leaders"...?
Thus beginneth the inevitable....the child finding it much too easy to follow in the parent's footsteps....but that is where it stops by nature, for it is common knowledge that it is no excuse to act like the parents in any way, even when the child is suffering or in the midst of yang incomprhensible. There is, by nature, no excuse to verbally, emotionally, or physically abuse in revenge, let alone exact it on anyone else for any reason, yin or yang. It is common knowledge indeed that just because life sucks, doesn't mean the person enduring it has to, period.
This is where the story ends for the occupants of this part of hell...these people simply chose to...in the end...suck. It is truly logical for any human being to know that the sky, in deepest blackness, has stars. And the stars shine bright indeed, illuminating the blackness. Sometimes the blackness, by nature, gets deep beyond human comprehension indeed, nevertheless, the stars shine and end up doing so brighter as a result. But these 66 men and four women...they simply chose to fade out.
The head beast turned to his male wing...there were his 66 cohorts...scattered in their own beastly quarters, which smelled as they themselves did...smelled and looked like the purest element of Death...materialized as many objects. He began to tap to his friends, whom he knew heard him in their coincidentally adjoining cells, in morse code. The message was all too clear...
Each man was thinking Milwaukee, lively and giggling and celebrating each day as they once were doing in all three ways before their very first violation of soul, spirit and mind for doing such things, a violation by, alas, the four hands of evil...the infinite cardboard forts lying below, treasures, riches, plunder...women and vulnerable, pure-hearted men beyond number...
M-I-L-W-A-U-K-E-E
D-E-A-T-H
I-N-H-A-B-I-T-A-N-T-S
D-E-A-T-H
B-R-A-T-S
D-E-A-T-H
A-N-I-M-A-L-S S-A-N-S C-A-T-S
D-E-A-T-H
A-B-S-O-L-U-T-E
D-E-A-T-H
T-R-A-C-L-E-S-S
D-E-A-T-H
T-O-M-O-R-R-O-W
S-I-X
D-E-A-T-H
They all understood the language, the language of the beast, alas the only language they understood.
Somewhere in the Wisconsin State Prison...deep in the belly of a tiny microsector of the one true Hell itself, materialized in the carnal world called Earth, 66 men and 4 women were ruminating....ruminating...about how they were never children...how, if they did so much as smile at the age of three, let alone giggle...they were immediately flogged with a rattan cane simply for doing so, then beaten further for not putting salt and pepper and butter on the table after being ordered to set it after such a giggle...how they were forbidden to watch anything like Disney's Dumbo or Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, nor read any books with such a label, or play with such toys with their fathers' physical presence in the house as a child, simply because of the pure whimsy, the element, the vibe it emanated...
The vibe of purity, joy and innocence...if any other spouses resisted them, it was a perpetual slew of verbal and emotional abuse, with no limit to its evil power. So went it if they, the ruminators, resisted. So went the variations on these ruminations...excessive verbal and emotional abuse on the women, who, at age three, were once Karen Pendleton from the Mickey Mouse club, until one day, on the spur of the moment, father walked through the hall where they were playing underneath a cardboard box fort...and knocked it over in furious anger and bitter hatred--most genuine indeed and colder than the heart of Antartica--simply because the child was having fun, in a place of spiritual paradise, unlike he, who was in a spiritual hell...
Therefore telling the child inevitably, such spiritual and emotional happiness is forbidden here, *dearest*.
The passive participance from the mother would, tragically, be a natural inevitability, shortly afterwards, when the child made the inevitable mistake of telling her when she came home...taught to submit, taught to tolerate, taught to take it with a smile....inevitably passive participance in whatever verbal, emotional, spiritual or physical abuse was exacted upon her by the significant other.
Thus gone was the child despite the chronology of her age, the Karen Pendleton elements of her simply rendered nonexistent in both the parent's sick minds....gone was her childhood, despite the chronology, automatically, adulthood came. The lifestyle of the average child gone in one instant. The purity, the blissful naiivete, the innocence, the wonder of "just learning"....
The men, of course, shared the infinite feeling that agony, anguish, and misery were not big enough words for. Though not quite as effeminate, their lives suffered all these afflictions, and the variations did not know the definition of limit. They, too, were no longer children...beatings, cuts bruises, slashes, all at random....not only physical, but emotional, spiritual, in heart and mind....relentless...endless nights in the early years of one...parent...yelling....endless days....trips that were never vacations, just constant verbal and emotional abuse from father to mother about not peeing in the toilet properly at the rest stop, when the woman didn't even spill a drop of urine on the seat. All suspects shared, by sheer coincidence indeed...one common affliction....passive participance...the mother telling them to tolerate the abuse, take it with a smile, taught to be submissive to it, most especially the girls...passive participance in the abuse exacted upon them.
Thus beginneth the inevitable domino effects when every child ventured out into the real world...the concept of the opposite sex treating them cruel and meaning it as a sign of romantic attraction at elementary school age, tragically and tearfully, mistaken for genuine cruelty...the practical joker of the class mistaken for a black-hearted brute...thus the child abused mistaken for a wicked bvlack heart, tragically indeed, his or herself...thus beginneth the end of friendships nonexistent n the first place...the belief of the victim that he or she is mentally ill when infatuated with someone such as Frank Sinatra, or technically Frankie Avalon in this era. All the emotions and hormones involved in metamorphisis...the domino effects that are the price to pay for the victim when put up against junior high or high school society. No preparation for opposite sex romance or the pain and anguish of it all, nor the wierd new aspects, nor the responsibilities...no preparation for the inevitable snobby girl's cold-blooded battle tactics...or the jock's dead forward attacks....
Thus beginneth the nightamres, flashbacks, and lack of ability to develop healthy adult romantic relationships or friendships. All the while, the mother blames the child, much to his or her bewilderment, for the afflictions put on her by the abusive parent. Thus beginnetyh the bone- chilling, yet inevitable effects of that as well, which could, and by nature, does have the ability, to destroy withoput a trace, a child's spirit, heart and soul...
In their elementary school and preadolescent to adolescent years, they had desperatley turned to others for help, from teachers to ministers. But who would believe them, as the abusers involved were, outside the four walls of their homes, pre school teachers, simple milkmen, toy shop workers, "well-respected" ministers, "well-respected" ministers' wives, rabbis, wives of rabbis...prominent businessmen..."well-revered" female "community leaders"...?
Thus beginneth the inevitable....the child finding it much too easy to follow in the parent's footsteps....but that is where it stops by nature, for it is common knowledge that it is no excuse to act like the parents in any way, even when the child is suffering or in the midst of yang incomprhensible. There is, by nature, no excuse to verbally, emotionally, or physically abuse in revenge, let alone exact it on anyone else for any reason, yin or yang. It is common knowledge indeed that just because life sucks, doesn't mean the person enduring it has to, period.
This is where the story ends for the occupants of this part of hell...these people simply chose to...in the end...suck. It is truly logical for any human being to know that the sky, in deepest blackness, has stars. And the stars shine bright indeed, illuminating the blackness. Sometimes the blackness, by nature, gets deep beyond human comprehension indeed, nevertheless, the stars shine and end up doing so brighter as a result. But these 66 men and four women...they simply chose to fade out.
The head beast turned to his male wing...there were his 66 cohorts...scattered in their own beastly quarters, which smelled as they themselves did...smelled and looked like the purest element of Death...materialized as many objects. He began to tap to his friends, whom he knew heard him in their coincidentally adjoining cells, in morse code. The message was all too clear...
Each man was thinking Milwaukee, lively and giggling and celebrating each day as they once were doing in all three ways before their very first violation of soul, spirit and mind for doing such things, a violation by, alas, the four hands of evil...the infinite cardboard forts lying below, treasures, riches, plunder...women and vulnerable, pure-hearted men beyond number...
M-I-L-W-A-U-K-E-E
D-E-A-T-H
I-N-H-A-B-I-T-A-N-T-S
D-E-A-T-H
B-R-A-T-S
D-E-A-T-H
A-N-I-M-A-L-S S-A-N-S C-A-T-S
D-E-A-T-H
A-B-S-O-L-U-T-E
D-E-A-T-H
T-R-A-C-L-E-S-S
D-E-A-T-H
T-O-M-O-R-R-O-W
S-I-X
D-E-A-T-H
They all understood the language, the language of the beast, alas the only language they understood.
