Digging up the Past Part 5

On a path of accidental righteousness...holding your gravity at future consumed by itself...discarded on the side of the road...a feedback loop for generating energy out of a flawed structure processing useless information in the brain...it used to hold truth...distorted pictures of distant places...something with a certain symmetry that doesn't look like old folklore...the consensus of your being...what do you think the breaking point is on this...all kinds of unconditional mortal reality deciphering the enemy in dreams...accidentally stepping onto somebody else's fame and fortune...something quiet and strong that might last long...decisive review of chosen versus unchosen lifestyles across the nation...the way may already be chosen for you...warning...eventually the secrets you try to hide will be written all over your face as the poisons blossom in your body...


Mike the Cannibal

I am going to visit my friend Mike the Cannibal today. He lives deep in the woods looking over this here town. Four hunters have disappeared in the last nine months. It should also be noted that Mike the Cannibal moved to these woods one year ago. I know he killed those hunters but it shall remain a secret. Mike is a good person. He lives in harmony with his surroundings. But he kills hunters. We will not hold this against him.

"I killed another one" he says to me over coffee.
"Do you ever think the cops will find your super cool little hideout here Mike?" I ask.
"I'm a cannibal. I just plain love the meat."
"That's not what I asked you."
"Right...right. No, I don't think the cops will ever find my super cool little hideout."
"Mike...what is the thrill exactly?"
"It's the meat. It's super tasty. Want some?"
"Yes. I think I will finally try this meat you speak of."
"Here. Take. TAKE."
And so I try the meat.
"This is quite tasty. Who is this?"
"Jonathan Nichols."
"I think I used to deliver his paper."
"What's a person supposed to say to that?"
"I don't know, Mike. You killed him. You should be prepared for situations like this."
"I suppose you're right."
Awkward silence.
"So, Mike. You've killed four. Are you aware that you've reached the serial killer ranking?"
"Yes. I'm sure it's not quite what my parents had in mind."
"Right...right. When exactly is the killing going to stop, Mike? I say this purely out of curiosity."
"Not for a long time. A very long time. I've acquired quite a taste for it. The meat, I mean. Love the meat."
"Why don't you come back to town with me. We'll get you cleaned up and I'll set you up with this girl I know. Promise me you won't eat her though. She's a friend. It wouldn't be very polite of you."
"Understood. However, I will have to decline."
"OK...then I must be going."
"Don't tell anyone about my super cool little hideout, alright?"
"You always tell me that, Mike. Don't get all paranoid. Nobody will hear a word from me. I don't want to be eaten."
"You're a good friend. Join me again soon for some meat."
"OK, Mike. It does have a certain taste to it, doesn't it?"
"You don't have to tell me. It's all I eat."
"Right...right. Goodbye."
"Goodbye. All the best to your family."