(Authors note: this was originally an experimental piece.) From Last American Roar


The curtains on stage open and we see the dawn of man; A tribe of
primates moving across an African landscape, not quite simian and not quite
human, in search for food in a land of earthquakes and climate change,
volcanic eruptions and typhoons. Soon they would come across a field of
prehistoric cattle shit and mushrooms as far as the eye could see. It has been
said that many clans would bring a gimp along to test unknown specimens
to see if they were fit for consumption. Besides a cave canary, the job of the
gimp was to amuse the tribe, often being ridiculed. He or she would always
be the last to feed and were forbidden to mate.( Any female who broke such
laws was disemboweled and left to rot under the afternoon sun, often being
consumed by scavengers.)
The gimp would be carried, if needed, in a crude backpack made of
wild grasses and prehistoric elephant dung. He/she would be laid down on
the ground and fed a fistful of mushrooms. The landscape fades to black, all
except for a single white dot that grows until it fills the scene. All the gimp
would see is white. Soon the white would fade. As it faded it pulsed like the
artery of a severed limb. Soon we see a fetus in the womb, then the scene
turns to a nuclear explosion in the Gobi desert, tests from unknown agents.
Now we see the fetus once again, only now, it is deformed and the buds for
arms and legs have vanished and in their place crab-like claws start to form.
The gimp attempts to stand up on his one good leg before he falls back to
the ground. Now on his back, he notices he is being surrounded by strange
creatures, humanoid. The first had the body of a man and the head of a
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jackal. The next, the body of a larger man and the head of a hawk. Next we
see an old man in a white gown and last, we see a woman in a red dress who
for some reason makes the gimp think of the word: Venus. As night falls,
the gimp awakens from his hallucinations. When he, through a series of
grunts and barks, tries to explain to his fellow tribesmen what he had seen,
they all look at each other in astonishment. They conclude that he had some
form of greater connection to the environment and had strange powers. This
was the coming of the first Shaman, the medicine man dreamt of his own
birth. Now the scene fades to black once again. We now see the first great
city on the river Nile. In the background is the first pyramid. Down in the
streets there is a gathering to witness the first Pharaoh (terrestrial) engaging
his followers, proclaiming himself as the son of the gods. The crowd grows
angry and starts throwing stones, demanding he prove himself. He rises
twelve feet in the air then vanishes. Soon we see the crowd fall into a state
of panic. As if controlled by strings, they all pull their pants down and bend
over. And out of seemly nowhere, thousands of anal probes appear and fly
right up each peasant's ass. Next we see 200,000 pigs and goats dead or
dying from radiation poisoning from the nuclear testing in the Gobi desert.
The scene fades to black, all except the image of an elderly man with a long
and weary face. His hair is thin and gray, “THERE IS A STORM COMING
AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!” Then, even the
old man’s face vanishes. We are now back in the city, where the probes
slowly start dissolving, the crowd shits out ectoplasm that forms growing
pools. And from these pools cobras come crawling out dragging away the
youngest of the children. The Pharaoh appears once again. The crowd
throws themselves at his feet. Some offer themselves as slaves while others
cry and piss and shit themselves, begging for forgiveness. Still others fall to
the ground in spastic, convulsive seizures. The children are returned and he
is proclaimed ruler of the land. Secret cerebral devises emitting radio waves,
the connection with the mother ship, ancient codes chiseled in the sides of
the great pyramids, the first images of the gods, the coming of the identity
of the Pharaoh's birthright, this is the new religion.
The scene fades and see we the old man again in front of a black
background,
“THERE’S A STROM COMING AND THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN
DO ABOUT IT.”
Scene dissolves into an ancient Aztec city of sand stone and marble. We
see the center of the marketplace The goods: Peyote and beetle nut, whores
and young boys (slaves from rival tribes), pots and poisons, blankets and
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gold, trained monkeys and the shrunken heads of enemies, air filled with the
sounds of voices. The highest point of the city, ancient shaman in robes and
a wooden mask of ritual, he is standing in front of a stone alter, virgin tied
down with hemp cords. He raises a twelve-inch blade that comes crashing
down right in the middle of her chest; no scream, instant silence, the death is
quick. The shaman stands there with a still beating heart raised high in his
left hand and the sky fades to black. We see two agents in a transient hotel
just on the out skirts of the Gobi desert. They are booth looking out a
window with binoculars, “Well it looks like the tests were a success Sam.
Every one of those god dam swine and goats disserve what they got,
commie fucks."
The scene now changes back to the market place where the locals fall to
their knees blood running from every orifice of their bodies, running down
the long and narrow steps right into the desert sands. A volcano erupts, the
sounds fill the air with moans of pain and pleasure, an orgasm and death the
gods are pleased.
The scene fades to black and we can here a faint voice in the darkness,
“THERES A STORM COMING AND THERES NOTHING YOU CAN DO
ABOUT IT.”
Mid-afternoon: soon light dissolves the darkness on the blank screen. Fields
of crucifixion, last day of Christ, his followers watch as blood and infection
runs slowly down his wrists. Last words under hallucinating breath fade into
a desert breeze. Feces and blood stained sands around each cross, a virus
was born. As the corpse of Christ hung on the cross, a glow formed around
him. His followers dropped to their knees shitting and pissing themselves,
believing that they’re witnessing a miracle. The glow was in fact emissions
of the virus that spread across the western lands. The virus would bury itself
into the cerebral cortex, making each religious mind diseased. Out of this
new sickness came the need to conquer and convert the heathens. “By God,
we will convert the whole lot of them even if it kills them.” Images start
quickly flashing on the screen: the crusades, millions tortured and killed.
Fifteen million Indians struck down in the first ten years of Columbus alone,
wastelands of the witch trials, courtrooms of hysteria, and book burnings by
the inbred,(the white south bible belt), African misery from slave ships,
invasion of Chinese opium houses, it was the turn of the century and
(James) Garfield was going to fight for the good old American job. The
screen fades to black, the curtains close.
THERE'S A STORM COMING AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO
ABOUT IT!

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