A Loada Poems

Hey, y'all this is my new writing domain...so if you are interested in a bita surrealist poetry :p
Triangles of Eagles Fly - Writing.Com
And this is for my YouTube account, where I'll be posting a load of music
http://www.youtube.com/user/metallboy96?feature=mhee

I'll be keeping this blog as a mini diary, see ya' later!!!

Delusion (pt2)

    I was genuinely surprised by the woman's choice to leave her "unreachable" husband's journal to my custody. I was even more baffled by the manuscript's contents. As it turns out, the events that were recorded in it were stretched out on a period of 13 months.But I specifically recalled that the preacher's residence in the Nhutbian tribe was longer than a year and a half.
   I immediately began the study of the manuscript.This is when I had my first glimpse of the horrific realities that I   would so soon discover...
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   The preacher's name was John Barry Bowers, he worked as an religious colonist for the I.C.A-The International Conservative Association- his job was to help the last few members of the North African tribes to adhere to the nearest urban or rural areas and to help them understand how the world works around them while conserving and recording their traditions and rituals. He was supposed to focus on the last untouched Nhutbian tribes, and record their behaviour, and to teach them Christianity's basics.
   His first four months were spent in the presence of a bigger tribe, the only thing that was worth a second look from his recordings were two days in April when the whole tribe suddenly entered a state of complete idleness that later evolved into a very aggressive-"berserkish"-fever. The records state that in those two days the tribesmen were acting like savage beasts for exactly three hours, followed by another three hours of idleness and so on, every eight hours a sixth of them fell into a deep trance from which they couldn't be awaken. One of the savages suddenly attacked him during one of the tribe's berserk fits, Mr. Bowers was able to react and to immobilise the tribesman until the idleness part of the cycle began again.
After the second day of madness ended the tribesmen who were engulfed in that deep trance awoke.
None of them could remember anything that happened in the previous two days, not even the Nhutbian who attacked John.

Confession

           Have you ever felt that the world spins around you? That the fabric of the Universe itself bends to your Fears, Needs and Wishes?


         The following scraps of memory have been laid on paper on a very short notice. I apologize for any incertitudes that may result from it. But I feel like I have -or at least try- to explain what monstrous truths I have witnessed...or at least I think I did, on the night of  the 23rd of May, 2002.
For if I don't, I feel like I might lose the last patch of sanity that I possess...or worse.


       I shall start from the beginning.

     My name is Victor Druchenski, I am an anthropologist. By the time the following events would unfold, I had just graduated from the cultural and social anthropology wing of the Odysseus University, California.
After I finished my studies, I managed to get in touch with a charitable group of volunteers whose main goal was to help the poor indigenous tribes of north Africa to adapt to the modern civilization.
    I told them that I was willing to join them because I was interested in the traditional African culture and customs, they told me that I was free to do my research as long as I could also contribute to the assimilation plan.
I must admit that I had little to no concern for the actual project, my opinion always being that, as long as civilization accepted them, it was their choice to adapt or not, and no project could change this.

    My true intent was to find and interrogate a Nubian shaman by the name of Abdul Alhazred.