13th May 2006, 11:12 AM
The goat, laying in the mud, tries to stand up. It's legs broken and destroyed, it has lost vision in one eye; barely conscious. In his last moments, he has a vision from his once believed to be simple mind.
A picturesque hillside, families of goats frolic and climb the jagged rocks with ease. one of them, the youngest, climbs the hill to it's peak, and out in the distance, across a vast desert, billions of human beings are marched to their death.
Entire countries off people are each shackled to one another, these are the last human beings on earth. periodically through the masses are 8 foot tall men wearing armor who carry swords that resemble tuning forks. They control the masses with ease, they have total control, a scream from the crowd signifies another birth, the woman is held up by men and women, the newborn passes to the ground and is left behind. In the hopes of the people, it doesn't take its first breath. No one notices or cares to notice that it has disapeared from the ground, someone might be taking care of it now, but no whail from the babe is heard, some of the people have resorted to horrible things, though those few will eat today
They are marching to what they believe to be a safe place, where radiation sickness is a memory and fresh earthly bounties can grow, the likes many have never seen. They dont realize, or wish to see, but no such place exists. The 8 foot tall men, not from this world, are a peaceful race, and though it may bring you pride, there was no war but only a quiet take over. people awoke to find that all governments have been removed and man's attempt to rule these ungoverned countries had all but erased themselves from history. During the struggles the aliens quietly took property of earth, and now they march it's last survivors to death, from the heat of the sun, the lack of water, the stench of methane from the atmosphere processors than hang hundreds of miles in to the sky like giant balloons. This is the end of man kind, and soon all of it's earthly possessions, it's life, it's color.
But on the tallest mountains, where some animals can breathe the thin air, only needing trace amounts of oxygen, they survive. And even after the new founding fathers of earth have gone, slipped in to extinction, the goats still frolic on the mountains, and it is this way for billions of years. they evole as animals do, becoming stronger to the new atmosphere and able to digest more of the newer plant life. Billions of years pass, and these animals have created caves, their two digit hands weilding tools, soon they will create cities and develop technology in a short few million or two of years. Nonagressive, passive in nature, these new men will leave earth as the sun buckles in to its death throws. the earth gone, the men once as goats create cities in the stars, self-sustaining and infinite, they evolve further.
No need for war, no need for violence, art is not thought of as an expressionism but as a way of life. It is far beyond what was once considered utopian and cannot be explained in these words, it is so pure that even other beings migrate to the cities in space from their vast empires, helping it grow, they create a mechanical planet - And soon, a system of these mechanical planets. One will be callled a name that translated would mean earth and also death, and on this planet there are schools where the ways of earth are taught of what was remembered and passed. Most of it debated, it has been embelished and dramatized. children laugh at the theories and old ways, children that will never see war or violence.
As the goat lays back in to the mud to rest his broken legs, he is overcome by this vision. Though his life is worthless and means nothing now, he has already won. He slips away, frolicing on the mountain with the others in his final dream.
As I watch him pass on, i realize my place on earth as well.
Sodomy ensues.
A picturesque hillside, families of goats frolic and climb the jagged rocks with ease. one of them, the youngest, climbs the hill to it's peak, and out in the distance, across a vast desert, billions of human beings are marched to their death.
Entire countries off people are each shackled to one another, these are the last human beings on earth. periodically through the masses are 8 foot tall men wearing armor who carry swords that resemble tuning forks. They control the masses with ease, they have total control, a scream from the crowd signifies another birth, the woman is held up by men and women, the newborn passes to the ground and is left behind. In the hopes of the people, it doesn't take its first breath. No one notices or cares to notice that it has disapeared from the ground, someone might be taking care of it now, but no whail from the babe is heard, some of the people have resorted to horrible things, though those few will eat today
They are marching to what they believe to be a safe place, where radiation sickness is a memory and fresh earthly bounties can grow, the likes many have never seen. They dont realize, or wish to see, but no such place exists. The 8 foot tall men, not from this world, are a peaceful race, and though it may bring you pride, there was no war but only a quiet take over. people awoke to find that all governments have been removed and man's attempt to rule these ungoverned countries had all but erased themselves from history. During the struggles the aliens quietly took property of earth, and now they march it's last survivors to death, from the heat of the sun, the lack of water, the stench of methane from the atmosphere processors than hang hundreds of miles in to the sky like giant balloons. This is the end of man kind, and soon all of it's earthly possessions, it's life, it's color.
But on the tallest mountains, where some animals can breathe the thin air, only needing trace amounts of oxygen, they survive. And even after the new founding fathers of earth have gone, slipped in to extinction, the goats still frolic on the mountains, and it is this way for billions of years. they evole as animals do, becoming stronger to the new atmosphere and able to digest more of the newer plant life. Billions of years pass, and these animals have created caves, their two digit hands weilding tools, soon they will create cities and develop technology in a short few million or two of years. Nonagressive, passive in nature, these new men will leave earth as the sun buckles in to its death throws. the earth gone, the men once as goats create cities in the stars, self-sustaining and infinite, they evolve further.
No need for war, no need for violence, art is not thought of as an expressionism but as a way of life. It is far beyond what was once considered utopian and cannot be explained in these words, it is so pure that even other beings migrate to the cities in space from their vast empires, helping it grow, they create a mechanical planet - And soon, a system of these mechanical planets. One will be callled a name that translated would mean earth and also death, and on this planet there are schools where the ways of earth are taught of what was remembered and passed. Most of it debated, it has been embelished and dramatized. children laugh at the theories and old ways, children that will never see war or violence.
As the goat lays back in to the mud to rest his broken legs, he is overcome by this vision. Though his life is worthless and means nothing now, he has already won. He slips away, frolicing on the mountain with the others in his final dream.
As I watch him pass on, i realize my place on earth as well.
Sodomy ensues.