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One day I decided that my life style would kill me soon, so I turned off the power and packed my bags. My nose was dripping hate of my former abode and a change could be heading to the coast. Some said this is good, and some said nothing.
I ended up on the fair street named 'Queen". I thought what a better name than this. I started to meet people of all hidden sins that were placed in their distant glare. I had friends here for many years that I consider 'family'. But I only would slide in for the weekends, not everyday. I noticed that some had the look, while others would adsorb the glare when around those affected. The place reeked of madness and unrest, which now I call home. I read the news daily about wrongdoing and sheer madness, mainly around my dwelling. I figure that I could fish some sustenance of the norm, for I left my last swelling tumor for a cleaner napkin. I had a tough time with this for most were far from my norm, and the few that were the pure norm scared me more. I like the filth and the poor, the abstract and not caring, the ones that would dangle on a power wire for a beer. I love life, but hate some have it. I know the pure among the stupid. So I noticed that I was still in the ruins of my future, so I must change again. I went with family.
My friends there talked of a non-afflicted one that loves art and music. I took the lead and called. This was a cold call and was on the feeling 'family'. I was told to drive to $$ street and take a right into (hell, this was not the listing on the sign) the driveway of a very dark field with dogs and odd noises around. I cared not for I needed to find someone real, a soul that not cares about the sin only the taste of doing so. (Well, I step on my feet again). I find myself again in yet another sigh of Mr. Maddnesses fool hardy plans.
I met a person called Ryan. It was cold and quite nerving to enter an odd place not knowing where the hell you are, yet who the hell is Ryan. Before I scaled the fence to get to the walkway (those locks are 'me' proof) one tall soul, (I knew he was real, for he reeked of bb&q chicken) spoke the common greeting, hello. We talked for a few and then he spoke that he goes by 'August". Freaks, winter, fields, crop circles (odd circles in the grass), cow licks and new lands did not seem to add up. I was then escorted up many stairs. I felt that this would be the time to leave with an excuse of "Ah, left the NASA probe running, or commonsense saying "Think of something". "Nice to,, gotta go". I did not! I pulled up my wits and started up the stairs. I opened the door to smell a horrid odor or chicken that saw 350% for way too long. I was offered a beer, which I refused for I had to drive. I stated that I was to listen and make a judgment if I was able to carry the torch with a sermon dubbed as 910 Noise. Well church was layed out among the floor, as tile would lay among a bathroom in Israel. Effects and stomp boxes combined together to make this odd wall that would soon rear its head. Yes in this joint walls, did talk. I was offered a seat but chose to stand next to the door. A small whine started to come into my ears. A delay pedal with some static added.
I notice that the person that goes by August has two different socks on. An odd looking dog comes up to my boot and sighs. I figure that dogs are a good friend of 'man'. 'Keep sniffing I said, in a bit of unrest'. Dogs are fun and nice and cuddly and soft,,,, BAM !!!!
The shit hit the fan and I am the blades! The noises I heard come from the full range of 9000-Watt speakers took me from atop the stairs straight into my grave. I felt my nerves shattering and my sins laughing. I saw demons circling around me as my eyes scoped the exit out. I noticed that they conviently blocked the door.
I started to shutter and twitch for the shear volume was like inserting my head into a jet engine. I said to myself, " I fucking hate you"." What am I doing, yet again"? Once again here I am in a place that could be considered the death of my life, and I held the door for them. The pedals roar as the August spins within his cage Screaming "fuck", as Ryan grins this smirk of "Lets Go You Fuck"! I felt this cool drip oozing from within my ears and feel I have heard enough. No!! Says the devil spinning with his commander to enforce the volume, two different socks and all. Somebody hits something and the lights dim, but the volume increases the dog hides. I now have my ears plugged with my fingers dripping of yet the guilty sin, once again, asking the question of "now why am I here"? This beat starts to gain speed as the ball rolls down the hill. Why am I hear I ask,,, why am I here?? The August guy wields a noise only known to seals, with an impact to make Mr.Ed stutter and provoke Ryan to top the madness with a sound that made me look at the door knob with a certain feeling that I could make it, turn it, and get the fuck on! The door was blocked by the raving August screaming, "fuck" into the mike with many wires and effects around his throat. He spun close enough to me to where I was now wishing I took that beer, along with the rest of the twelve pack. I had no escape and felt the sudden urge to grin. "Duck" here comes Ryan diving into the wall of effects, Oh shit, I was now totally screwed. The effects, Ryan and August melded into yet another strange scream from the tiny metal boxes that they rub to conger up those Jennies, started me to lose my balance. I felt weak and needed some silence. I started laughing at the wall knowing that I would never be the same. Nor would be the wall. I now know why they call this CAPE FEAR.
I moved after three years.
I miss the freaks and totally miss the sin.
My ears in the blender are now at rest.
This IS Cape Fear 910.

Thanks 910.
Bleed on.