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Thoughts of Dick Earnest
(Earnest is fatigued, as he stumbles trying to catch his breath, and turns off the tape player for a moment to think in his office. He laughs and takes a drink of whisky.)
[Earnest thinking out loud Hmm mm Anna is older now I sense Lady Belinda wants Annas soul, why not, it makes sense, and makes life quite interesting, and as interesting as it is, there has to be something to it. All these families involved for so many years, too many years: the curse, the curse, the ugly curse, the unwanted curse; the curse that was never imagined to be. .hm mmm but it would not be to anyones benefit should she turn her soul over to Lady Belinda for that information, I must persuade her not to
Lets seeso if Belinda gets her soul, her pure character, her eternal being, or, or gets her, her to agree to giving it, which might be a better gift than hers, Anna, oh little Anna, being born in 1981, cannot expect to live past 2101 AD, an d so they end up with it, what a pity, what a crime, what a disappointment and Belinda has to get it by 2009 AD, something like thatthe bitch. Belinda will give Anna secrets, secrets to the 77-Day Cult, about whatever she wants to know then the transfer of souls would take place
so many thoughts, Elsie Noddoc was born in 1796, and died in 1887, and Sally was born 1900 and died 1983; and Lady Belinda was born in AD 1009, to die in 2009 (should she not get a new soul to replace herby oath, or agreement). Martha was born [pausethinking I think in 1853, and died 1866/87. Man O man, what a complex situation. I got to find a solution for her soul. Stop this Lady Belinda; Vii will never allow her to trade it, he couldnt nor could the Cult and still expect to remain in good standing within it. Everyone fights everyone else in the dark world; no one faithful to anyone.
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The Viper Family Sally Viper [Lime
Notes by Dick Earnest [tape player is recording n ow taking place. I was just thinking Anna, what might be on the mind of Belinda but I got thinking also of the information I acquired about Sally Viper [alias: Sally Lime. This may surprise you, and so I will go slowly in amplification of my information, or findings.
Sally was your grandmother, and from my probing into her life, I have found out she had mystical elements about her, a powerful presence, not only rats and dogs stepped back when she walked the streets, or sidewalks they became paralyzed, weak; --snakes and crows were at her beck and call. There was always (folks say) a demon in her shadow, always following her around. (As I make these tapes these ongoing days, I will send them out to you Anna, and we will meet right after, right after the last tape is taped for you and you have listened to them, but I must make two copies, and I must isolate myself in my office to finish this so dont be alarmed, no, oh no, do not be startled if I do not answer the door or phone for you, I have 1400-documents I am paging through, and not all of them are in English, some are scraps of paper, others as you know, are personal letters, and a few diaries, memos, etc. Some are in English, others are in French, some even in Greek, and still others in a kind of Sumerian dialect,--with dotes and dashes, and symbolism.
As I was saying Anna Viper, Sally caused quite a lot of stares to take place as she walked the streets: people would take a long look at her as she walked by them, wondering what kind of power she had, almost provoking her to demonstrate it, yet fearful they might be in the middle of something, or become bewitched, and so they would quickly put on a smile for her as she passed (often times stopping and watching her every movement, hoping to see some magical results, if any would develop, that is). She was quite the celebrity in that way. She was dressed modestly although, and was fine to place your eyes upon, big rounded eyes; her dress was of the style of the day, and showed her shape, so the, the notes say she had a great shape, nothing too attractive to cause over attention but nice, so again I say she dressed modestly to fit the day, the mode of the era, and into society, which makes sense, why be a magnet.
I had noticed in one of her pictures, of which I have a few dozen of, -- (that is, a few dozen of the many members of the four families), she in particular, liked thin cloths, soft cotton, white blouses that clung to the body, ----clinging to the curves of her body that is, at times showing her upper body figure upon her movements. She was not tall or short it seemed, I gather about 54, and slim. Her eyes, and I know, I keep coming back to those eyes, were expressively deep in the pictures, they almost put me into a trance simply looking at them. She didnt wear spectacles, or glasses. Somehow it seems she may have needed them, not that she was cross-eyed, or had a lazy eye, bu t something funny about the way her eyes were, as if one could see to the right, as the other looked straight ahead; puzzling at bestand at worse. She had quite the puerperal vision while having forward vision as well.
She gave birth to a son; I could see a weakness in her countenance as she held her child in one of her pictures, comparing the before and after images of her that is. By such pictures, one can see many things words will not describe. Her long thin white neck seemed too thin to hold her large head up for long periods of time, very sweet looking though, similar to milk-creambut pale and weakening.
I read some articles about her in the library, that I took with me home, which I have here right now, and it says: her voice was distinguished in that it was endearing, low and she talked very slow with many pausesas she was known to give some very good lectures at womens events throughout the city, and she could be quite the humorist if she wanted to get her point across; a female Mark Twain one might say. And many of her lectures were on the qualities and values of evolution. She also took a fancy on talking about demonic beings that once ruled the earth, and on womens rights. She was not for capitol punishment per se, yet felt if murder was the crimeand it was done to a woman by a man, it was a simple matter of an eye for an eye, therefore: kill the bastard, if that is what you wanted to do, and I quote her. The paper clippings I read concerning her also said she edited each word she spoke, or wrote, again one might say, similar to Mark Twain. Her dialogues were very precise and specificwith little explaining: also with calmness very few people have, if not at peace with ones self, or possessed, a poets prize.
She seemed removed, a remnant somewhat of or from the human raceplainly speaking, she strikes me as a person not knowing whom to trust, and not knowing human nature; that was her downfall I expect, and ye t she was quite involved with people. A happy sort of person, in a sad sort of way, if that makes any sense [a smile appears on Dicks face sometimes we put on a show, for whatever reasons, and when the lights are off, that is when we sort things out. The paper also said: She possesses a rage unequaled to the fine women of this decade whatever that means.
Sally did once write a poem let me repeat it on this tape:
Sallys Grief
[Dead Worlds Chant
The dead world, seems to be
Awaken to me, wherever I go;
With all its demons and imps
Walking my streets, as ifif
I didnt know
And none of them, none I say
None, really, really knowing me
Yetthey seem to act
As if they do; as if they peeked
Through some peephole
Long ago
Its the living they envy I see,
The livingI say, the living!
Oh yes, yes; alas!... the living;
SoHooray for the dead
With my pity I give.
Ifif only I had wingsdeath
Death wo uld never catch me .
# 451 (2003)
Another note left by Sally (Sally was doing some deep thinking along her road of life. It was her soul she was after, and her soul that she lost, or so it would seem):
Most people are made up of actions and reactions, or so I have noticed, and come to believe: very few have used the character of the soul, the very thing that distinguishes them from their name, to a real person. As life goes by, I will not remember peoples names, only their character, for that is who they were: who they are to me, that is. There are really too many Sallys out there, but only one me, but you got to check out the character of my soul to be able to separate.
Sally
[Anna, NOW LISTEN CLOSELY
Prior to her rape [her: being Sally, she had no suspicion in her life at all, now she seemed naturally on guard (I will get to that later). On guard I say again, regretfully. She, at that point had repugnance toward mankind in general; and was very much at one time, a natural, lively, blue-eyed, milky cream skin girl with lips as rosy as a sunsetlong golden hair, funny how we change.
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[Notes: tape still running, as Dick Earnest, the Christian Psychologist, presents his investigation as a monologue to Anna Viper
I should take a break somewhere along the line here, Ive been talking for hours, and the tapes are adding up. I put two tapes in the mail today, and one yesterday. I expect to put them all together in a week I hope, or thereabouts.
Thomas Viper, as he is or was known, was born 1878 and died in 1931. Another mystery might be resolved here, and at the same time I might possible be able to show you a motive somewhere along the long line of mounting lies, and deception all these families cultivated; but Anna, first things first.
After the rape (again, I must tell you to wait on this matter of the rape, until I can put these notes together for you, they are quite alarm ing on one hand, and the more I search, quite disarming on the otherin that, they have a charm to them) his manner of dress became quite grotesque, a mixture of drab and pale colorsfor the most part; rather unlike him, as if he was cracking up, during this period of time. In some of Sallys notes and journalizing, she says, wait a minute, I will quote them:
Well, in the midst of all this here is what I found:
Thomas is walking in circles daily, talking to himself, saying I will never be the man I was and you must dominate life, and he continues on and on this way. He scares me so. He said just today: My body has cracked, now what is cracked, mean? You crack a glass or some kind of object, not a person, anyhow, the meaning Id guess is that his mind no longer can support his body; no reality to look at anymore. He has been drinking a lot also. Drinking, drinking, drinking as if he never drank before, drinkingmore than a lot, now that I think of it; I mean rea lly drinking as if he wanted to drink himself to death, to never wake up, up to be a pickled human drunk He talks about the loving faces he sees on the porches around the city as he walks to and from places. The faces he encounters in alleys, backyards, are ones he makes up out of his head and then tells me about; he is not, my dear journal, my loving journal, part of the ocean of people, he is not part of anything, anymore, but he is part of the other society, but he gives me no definition of it, ugly as it maybe, it is his elite status; he once walked with his shoulders back, his head was, was held like a prince, as if what was in it was priceless, but not now, now it is as if it rotted away. Which he is doing daily, rotting away, but I am not used to ityet!
Again Anna, he was well known in the community, and had many connections, with a horrific deadly desire to control. But let me go on with his odd form of dress. His ties never matched his clothing it seemed, compared to the pictures and newspapers Ive examined; he was quite uniform in dress prior to his crack-up, or being cracked. His shoes were scuffed, unlike the earlier pictures Ive noticed of him, but I think again it was after the rape these things took place for he was not known for such a vagabond look, tramp look, prior to thisnot at all.
The Crackup of Thomas
During the evenings Thomas wore ill cut shirts, with cuffs rippled with dirt, and his collar was always dirty it seemed, as if he was trying to wipe his sins clean by punishing himself [another smile emerges on Dicks face. It would seem he felt some kind of devotion for heryet not enough, not sufficient, oh no, not adequate for suicide prevailed. His pride was no longer heightened by his lovely cousins presence after the rapehis composure became hideously ugly. Would notcould not, show anything but discontent for his cousins condition, the very, very one he created, twisted, formed. Yes, yes, thi s man was cleaver, he was something else. They had both come to the point I believe, when looking or talking or eating with each other [Thomas and Sally at the hotel where they lived together, they acted less than human with each other. As I was about to say, they came to the point of containment between each other for a long time, out of respect for each other, especially him for her, but this too was lost. He described himself in a memo as:
[Memo I am the mongoose (the one that eats the snakes), Sally is the King Cobra, I dare say, how so? you say, and I mumble I have given her a child to whom the ancient Abyss Worm, and Vii wish to utilize for some reason, in consequence, I have infected another generation. Beware of the Master of the Cult; he has a double edge sword Thomas
Dennis' site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com Dennis will be going to South America in October, and writing some new tales as he is there, perhaps some more Cadaverious Planets. He h as found another 35-napkins, with tales on them, called: Cadaverous Planetoids
Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Chapter Stories
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