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Jan. 15, 2007 Jacob Ellis was walking along the sidewalk, and the day was clear and bright. Across the way was a large house, with big dogs, and many trees were on the property. Down a little further, the street wound a bit, and the houses really started to look interesting because they were all different designs, unlike how they make them in more modern urban sprawl. Some kids grabbed him, and pushed him down to the ground, and surrounded him. They taunted him, and he felt powerless to get up. Soon some groups of other kids, only older ones, came past, and though they saw what was happening, none of them helped. One said, “Why don’t you just get up and go home?” Jacob stayed there a bit longer and then got up and went home. Home was his grandparents house, and there were Spider plants around, and Aloe Vera plants, and Jacob sat and looked out the window. He became tired, and stretched out on the couch, that had a dark red throw, and the whole affair was comfortable. Then he had a terrible dream, or what was a terrible dream to Jacob. He saw the house and the street from the outside, and there were police officers coming up to the door, and the police officers had the regular uniforms and cars, and arms, and legs, but their heads were pigs heads. Jacob was terrified when he saw this, but didn’t know what to do. The heads were large, and there were little ears, and snouts, and the officers were calm, but seemed somehow sinister, even apart from their pig heads. Then Jacob started dreaming that he was in a car, and the car was driving downwards, and it was dark out, and there were fires burning, and he knew that no good could come of this drive. He felt dreadful. Then the dream began to shift again, and people were shooting at Jacob, and he did get shot, but managed to keep running, and then he woke up. His grandparents prepared some soup for him. His grandmother complained to his grandfather that he had burned the soup. His grandmother was preparing homemade Popsicles and other things. His grandfather was telling him a story now, about Indians, and how they watched a ranch, and waited for the evening, and then went and stole a cow, and took it away. They tried to do this at nights, and were successful a few times. Then one cowboy stayed up and waited, and watched, and caught the Indian, but the Indian had been hungry, and that is why he stole. The cowboy gave the Indian a cow, but said not to steal any more of them. Later, after the soup, and the stories, there was no time left in the day. Jacob Ellis noticed it was raining out, and the rain splashed and splashed in puddles, and there was an immensity that stirred in Jacob Ellis’s heart, an immense sadness, rich and textured and varied, refined but also wild and untamed, desperate and wanting, scared and scarred, full of terrible beauty and lonesomeness, endless and with no beginning, but there and alive and vibrant burning darkly. ------------ Email Brian Michael Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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