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Souls for Sale
Souls for Sale- from the collection, Purgatory Tales www.purgatorytales.webs.com
I sell souls to zombies. Hey, Its a hard world Down Here, what else can I do. In purgatory the zombies come from all over the When and the Where of the real world. Any iconic symbol that has risen to the forefront of the consciousness of mankind finds full expression in the half -lives of the dead,and there seem to be more than a fair share of Zombies. They lived as if they were dead on earth and they are still trying to escape death in purgatory.....but there is no escape. There is only temporary relief, and we all know where that leads. The price of escaping the consequences of our inaction is this….. The longer justice is delayed by self indulgence, the heavier the snap of the whip when it comes. What goes around comes around. Everyone knows that-even the zombies here in purgatory. But hey, business is still really good. After all, it is incumbent in the very nature of zombies that they cannot say no to their appetites. Hah, so I am all smiles and the fix is in. I am delaying my own come-uppance by the lifestyle I enjoy in this freakin’ parallel universe I fell into after I died. When I got here, I watched and listened and learned and waited for an opportunity. I made a deal with a devil who collects souls. He gives them to me and I put them in jars and sell them to soulless zombies, who are tormented and full of gnawing hunger. Can’t you see the beauty of it? My customers can’t help themselves. They wait in line for my little glowing jars and they are certain that the pain will be eased if they can just buy a soul to fill their decaying bodies. Their thinking is all messed up because their brains barely function but underneath all that groaning and heavy breathing there is a faint memory of what it was to be alive, and that memory gnaws at them like an abscessed tooth. Here’s what I’ve seen. An intellect without a heart is a little like a body without a soul. An appetite with no impulse control is a little like a crack-head with a machine gun freakin’ out in a crowded daycare center. No telling where the carnage might end. But like I say, the devil you know is better than the devil you don't know. Me, I kno deals. I knew deals back There and here I am dealin’ in this Now.
"Souls for sale!"
Look at 'em lining up like suckers on a train to nowhere.
Ah but here is the rub. Suckers. For every zombie that buys a soul from me I got to find a live one for the Succubus. Yea, that's right, you heard me- Succubus. Succubi live on the lives of others. They will suck your soul right outta your body like a snake suckin a egg dry. I got caught by a nasty, Succubus. He was strong and I could feel the evil emanate from him like I was a child swimming in a tank full of spent fuel rods. I don't know what he was over There, back When. Maybe he is a real devil of some sort and never lived in flesh and bone. All I know is he has an appetite like nothing’ I ever saw before and I've seen a lot. This Succubus gives me the creeps and I am a for real big-time creep from a long way back myself. He gives me the Heebies in my Jeebies if ya kno what I mean, especially when he speaks, which fortunately is rare. But when he does speak, it is a chilly thing. I mean it will FREEZE YOUR SOUL. Tear the light right outta you with just One Word. Instant outer darkness. Yea, that’s right, you don’t believe me, I know. Well I am an eye witness. He only says one word that I ever heard and it comes out long and slow like a psychic snake sliding out of his mouth into your consciousness.
When he says it, it carries a thousand evil deeds in it,
"More."
Only it's like, "Mo-o-o-r-r-e-", all raspy and slimy and like he means it when he says it. You can feel it pull on your soul. That’s his fix, to tear your soul right out of its moorings and cast it adrift upon the mists of the long dark night.
So why am I still here? I made a deal. I don't know where I was or what I was doing before he latched onto me. I can't remember now. But I remember the deal. I remember he had me cornered and he was speaking that word right into me(m-o-o-r-e) and I felt my soul tearing lose from the very roots and then it came to me. The Big Idea that put me on the Succubus team.
I said, “Wait, wait, wait man. Just hold on a minute. I think you and I have something in common….. I mean, I think we can get along…. I mean, I think I can help you out.”
He just stared and I started them wheels of mine spinnin and I could feel the worm turn just like a thousand times before and then it rolled out like it always had, right on time, just ahead of the knife, just enough to keep me hangin on a thread…..The Bullshit Line.
I said,” Why let all this go to waste?" and he stopped sucking out my soul for a second. I finally had his attention. He looked at me like a praying mantis, cocking its head to peer into the eyes of a cricket within its grasp and I REALLY started talking.
I said, "You are just throwing those souls away, getting off on the pain and the terror- but listen to me for a minute, I got a way you can double or triple the pleasure".
He held me suspended just like a toy by the psychic power of his desire to consume me, but he kept listening- and I kept making it up as I went along.
"I think I can sell the souls you are ripping out of Peoples bodies to the zombies!"
He just looked at me.
"Then they will have the experience of being made alive again, you know, they’ll be thinking, “No more emptiness“, they will love it for sure, uh, but then......."
My mind was racing and I was trying to get my mind around the concept that was playing at the edges of my consciousness and for the first time, even as I was congratulating myself on my genius, the thought occurred to me that maybe this wasn’t my original idea at all. Maybe I was a rube being used to trap rubes.....but the alternative was ugly in the extreme, so I just went with it.
"Then you can track them down after and RIP OUT THERE SOULS A SECOND TIME!!!!"
"The Pain will be Excruciating"
"You will get..."
Before I could say "get off like a rocket on a ramjet", the Succubus lifted me up and opened his mouth and I saw the evil looking long green tongue and smelled the death on his breath as if his belly was the rotting graves of a thousand cadavers and I was sure I was about to get what I had comin’ -but instead he just started drooling and spoke in a quiet scream that tore at my soul and filled me with a desperate need to do whatever I must to avoid being consumed.
"MO-O-O-O-O-R-R-R-E", he says, and he throws me to the ground and stares into my eyes and I know he means business.
So now, business it is. I sell souls to zombies. And I lead rubes to the Succubus. He rips the soul right outta his or her body and spits it into a mason jar. I sell the souls BACK to the zombies. HaHa, whs better than me!
Word has spread. Word gets around. Now they all know that I am the man with souls for sale.
"Souls for Sale!!!!"
What they don't know of course, is that my sponsor the Succubus. He is waiting right around the corner. All fangs and terror and evil psychic corruption, he is the real deal when it comes to hunger. Like a black hole, he is. He will bend your light around the strength of his ego until you aren’t sure if you are there anymore, cause you aren't. I got the real you in my jar, HAH. When I get what I got coming.....it ain't gonna be pretty. Sometimes I think the middle men are the most evil suckers of all. We are closer to the ones we rob than the ones we serve. We know what its like to deal with the shit of everyday life. We oughtta know better. My theory is, deep down, on the inside, in the dark where we live, maybe we ll wanna be just like the Succubus.. Hey, I think maybe I'm havin’ an epiphany........HAHAHAHAH!
"So-o-u-u-ls for S-a-a-le"!!!
I know, you don't think you are a zombie.
Listen Man, have I got a deal for you :o)
I sell souls to zombies. Hey, Its a hard world Down Here, what else can I do. In purgatory the zombies come from all over the When and the Where of the real world. Any iconic symbol that has risen to the forefront of the consciousness of mankind finds full expression in the half -lives of the dead,and there seem to be more than a fair share of Zombies. They lived as if they were dead on earth and they are still trying to escape death in purgatory.....but there is no escape. There is only temporary relief, and we all know where that leads. The price of escaping the consequences of our inaction is this….. The longer justice is delayed by self indulgence, the heavier the snap of the whip when it comes. What goes around comes around. Everyone knows that-even the zombies here in purgatory. But hey, business is still really good. After all, it is incumbent in the very nature of zombies that they cannot say no to their appetites. Hah, so I am all smiles and the fix is in. I am delaying my own come-uppance by the lifestyle I enjoy in this freakin’ parallel universe I fell into after I died. When I got here, I watched and listened and learned and waited for an opportunity. I made a deal with a devil who collects souls. He gives them to me and I put them in jars and sell them to soulless zombies, who are tormented and full of gnawing hunger. Can’t you see the beauty of it? My customers can’t help themselves. They wait in line for my little glowing jars and they are certain that the pain will be eased if they can just buy a soul to fill their decaying bodies. Their thinking is all messed up because their brains barely function but underneath all that groaning and heavy breathing there is a faint memory of what it was to be alive, and that memory gnaws at them like an abscessed tooth. Here’s what I’ve seen. An intellect without a heart is a little like a body without a soul. An appetite with no impulse control is a little like a crack-head with a machine gun freakin’ out in a crowded daycare center. No telling where the carnage might end. But like I say, the devil you know is better than the devil you don't know. Me, I kno deals. I knew deals back There and here I am dealin’ in this Now.
"Souls for sale!"
Look at 'em lining up like suckers on a train to nowhere.
Ah but here is the rub. Suckers. For every zombie that buys a soul from me I got to find a live one for the Succubus. Yea, that's right, you heard me- Succubus. Succubi live on the lives of others. They will suck your soul right outta your body like a snake suckin a egg dry. I got caught by a nasty, Succubus. He was strong and I could feel the evil emanate from him like I was a child swimming in a tank full of spent fuel rods. I don't know what he was over There, back When. Maybe he is a real devil of some sort and never lived in flesh and bone. All I know is he has an appetite like nothing’ I ever saw before and I've seen a lot. This Succubus gives me the creeps and I am a for real big-time creep from a long way back myself. He gives me the Heebies in my Jeebies if ya kno what I mean, especially when he speaks, which fortunately is rare. But when he does speak, it is a chilly thing. I mean it will FREEZE YOUR SOUL. Tear the light right outta you with just One Word. Instant outer darkness. Yea, that’s right, you don’t believe me, I know. Well I am an eye witness. He only says one word that I ever heard and it comes out long and slow like a psychic snake sliding out of his mouth into your consciousness.
When he says it, it carries a thousand evil deeds in it,
"More."
Only it's like, "Mo-o-o-r-r-e-", all raspy and slimy and like he means it when he says it. You can feel it pull on your soul. That’s his fix, to tear your soul right out of its moorings and cast it adrift upon the mists of the long dark night.
So why am I still here? I made a deal. I don't know where I was or what I was doing before he latched onto me. I can't remember now. But I remember the deal. I remember he had me cornered and he was speaking that word right into me(m-o-o-r-e) and I felt my soul tearing lose from the very roots and then it came to me. The Big Idea that put me on the Succubus team.
I said, “Wait, wait, wait man. Just hold on a minute. I think you and I have something in common….. I mean, I think we can get along…. I mean, I think I can help you out.”
He just stared and I started them wheels of mine spinnin and I could feel the worm turn just like a thousand times before and then it rolled out like it always had, right on time, just ahead of the knife, just enough to keep me hangin on a thread…..The Bullshit Line.
I said,” Why let all this go to waste?" and he stopped sucking out my soul for a second. I finally had his attention. He looked at me like a praying mantis, cocking its head to peer into the eyes of a cricket within its grasp and I REALLY started talking.
I said, "You are just throwing those souls away, getting off on the pain and the terror- but listen to me for a minute, I got a way you can double or triple the pleasure".
He held me suspended just like a toy by the psychic power of his desire to consume me, but he kept listening- and I kept making it up as I went along.
"I think I can sell the souls you are ripping out of Peoples bodies to the zombies!"
He just looked at me.
"Then they will have the experience of being made alive again, you know, they’ll be thinking, “No more emptiness“, they will love it for sure, uh, but then......."
My mind was racing and I was trying to get my mind around the concept that was playing at the edges of my consciousness and for the first time, even as I was congratulating myself on my genius, the thought occurred to me that maybe this wasn’t my original idea at all. Maybe I was a rube being used to trap rubes.....but the alternative was ugly in the extreme, so I just went with it.
"Then you can track them down after and RIP OUT THERE SOULS A SECOND TIME!!!!"
"The Pain will be Excruciating"
"You will get..."
Before I could say "get off like a rocket on a ramjet", the Succubus lifted me up and opened his mouth and I saw the evil looking long green tongue and smelled the death on his breath as if his belly was the rotting graves of a thousand cadavers and I was sure I was about to get what I had comin’ -but instead he just started drooling and spoke in a quiet scream that tore at my soul and filled me with a desperate need to do whatever I must to avoid being consumed.
"MO-O-O-O-O-R-R-R-E", he says, and he throws me to the ground and stares into my eyes and I know he means business.
So now, business it is. I sell souls to zombies. And I lead rubes to the Succubus. He rips the soul right outta his or her body and spits it into a mason jar. I sell the souls BACK to the zombies. HaHa, whs better than me!
Word has spread. Word gets around. Now they all know that I am the man with souls for sale.
"Souls for Sale!!!!"
What they don't know of course, is that my sponsor the Succubus. He is waiting right around the corner. All fangs and terror and evil psychic corruption, he is the real deal when it comes to hunger. Like a black hole, he is. He will bend your light around the strength of his ego until you aren’t sure if you are there anymore, cause you aren't. I got the real you in my jar, HAH. When I get what I got coming.....it ain't gonna be pretty. Sometimes I think the middle men are the most evil suckers of all. We are closer to the ones we rob than the ones we serve. We know what its like to deal with the shit of everyday life. We oughtta know better. My theory is, deep down, on the inside, in the dark where we live, maybe we ll wanna be just like the Succubus.. Hey, I think maybe I'm havin’ an epiphany........HAHAHAHAH!
"So-o-u-u-ls for S-a-a-le"!!!
I know, you don't think you are a zombie.
Listen Man, have I got a deal for you :o)
Published 12th Oct 2012
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