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| Next | Back | Home | Fiction | Non-Fiction | Poems | Book Excerpts | THE RENUNCIATION Fiction By Emerson Poe I sat in the gray office meeting room and decided life was but a joke. My life, no, all life had indeed become a phantasmagoric catastrophe and a not-so-funny inside joke. I looked at my so-called boss and wondered why on Earth did I ever listen to that miserable wretch and chapped lipped cretin? Who gave that uptight imbecile the right to tell me what to do? I certainly didn’t remember signing off on that barnyard brainstorm; although my memory has been a little foggy of late. Well, no matter. This charade was going to end and end quickly. I got up from the table and gently tipped my hand to my head and walked out the door. The other rusty retarded robots seemed stunned. Good for them – they need a good show. They need somebody to walk up to them and slap their glazed eyeball stare smack right off their backside behind. That was yesterday. Today, I am renouncing my place in the back of the stupid line we call the American Middle Class. It was ridiculous to be born in 1966, play through childhood, drink and flirt through high school, study and cheat through college and stumble and fail through adulthood. What a fool I was. What a King I am now. I am 37 years old and I never once fit in. No wonder! Like Rudolph and that creepy little dentist-elf, I was a lonely misfit among a sea of idiot misfits. These rules, these laws, they are not my Goddamn rules and they are not my Goddamn laws! How stupid could I have been? Why didn’t anybody tell me that I could stop the spinning carousal and hop off the humped half breed horse? That thought really pisses me off, but, no matter. I figured it all out by myself. Mr. Dylan, of course, provided the inspiration, but it was me who put my virgin ears to his mystical sound machine. Life is but a joke. Dylan knew that then and I know that now. These notations are the story of one man’s renunciation; a renunciation of all that I had become and all that I had lost. I lost valuable time wasting away, thinking I should pick up the slack and join the other misguided dopes who work 8-6 at night and who sheepishly take orders from stuffed bozos that lied and stole and killed to make it to the top. Of course, the only hill they actually climbed was the shit-hole we call the American Middle Class. The great thinkers of the past are gone. There is no Aristotle today; no Plato or Socrates. There are a few ultra-rich, too many sick and poor and the rest of the pawns are scratching their bleeding fingers against their prison cubicles and overcrowded lunchrooms. There are maybe 10 or 12 minds that are FREE of this crap and conspiracy. I have embraced the NEW EVOLUTION and I am FREE. I quit my job 10 months ago and I am living life by my rules; I am choosing my choices. No one will ever again slap the shackles around my mind and freeze my romantic Spirit. I am authentic and I am REBORN. I will personally maim and slaughter anyone who dares to stop my path to enlightenment. I will rip their lingering limbs from their feeble bodies and drive a 9 pound iron stake through their bleeding brain in order to preserve my newfound FREEDOM. Darwin called it “Survival of the Fittest.” Today, all we know of survival is a stupid and mindless television show. Go ahead, try and stop me. You will see. You will see the crimson blood red running down your face; the wound opened by my quicksilver dagger of retribution and renunciation. I have renounced my place in the lost and sick society that was not of my choosing and I have chosen a new path, my path. My mind and body are free to do what they wish, to please how they wish to please, to eat and drink from the salt and wine of this Earth that gave birth to our now hollow host bodies. The mind was FREE before the Big Bang and the mind will survive Armageddon. Do not waste your precious time in your feeble hollow host by allowing yourself to be chained to the floor. Break the chains that bind you and say “Fuck you all to Hell and back, I am going to live this life my way.” Turn away from that gray grotesque building down the boulevard; turn away from the iron gates that wait to imprison your body and entomb your mind. You are the one and only Boss of you; no one else has that right. Wake up and smell the bloody red roses growing in the countryside before your flickering flame is finally extinguished once and for all on this dreaded planet someone once called Eden.
Emerson Poe Contact:
berkoben66@adelphia.net
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