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picture caption, but it's long so you can see what that looks like. it's scrollable! but smallllll. carry on my wayward son there'll be peace when you are dooone lay your weary head to reeest don't you cry no mooore... i don't know the rest of the words to this song... uh... guitar noises...
CALLOUT POST
you may not remember me... i was a child of three, and you a lad of eighteen. but i remember you, and i will relate to you how our histories interweave.
at the time, you were a rake and a rastabout spending all your money on the whores and hounds...
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you had a charming air, all cheap and debonaire, my widowed mother found so sweet. and so she took you in - her sheets still warm with him -- now filled with filth and foul disease!
as time wore on you proved a debt-ridden drunken mess, leaving my mother a poor consumptive wretch.
and then you disappeared, your gambling arrears the only thing you left behind! and then the magistrate reclaimed our small estate and my poor mother lost her mind.
then, one day in spring, my dear sweet mother died.
but before she did i took her hand as she, dying, cried,
"find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his fingers to splinters, drag him to a hole until he wakes up naked clawing at the ceiling of his grave!"
it took me fifteen years to swallow all my tears among the urchins in the street... until a priory took pity and hired me to keep their vestry nice and eat. but never once in the employ of these holy men did i ever ONCE turn my mind from the thought of revenge.
one night i overheard the prior exchanging words with a penitent whaler from the sea. the captain of his ship -- who matched you toe to tip -- was known for wanton cruelty! the following day i shipped to sea with a privateer.
and in the whistle of the wind i could almost hear... "find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his fingers to splinters, drag him to a hole until he wakes up naked clawing at the ceiling of his grave!"
"there is one thing i must say to you... as you sail across the sea... always your mother will watch over you as you avenge this wicked deed..."
and then - that fateful night! we had you in our sight after twenty months at sea! your starboard flank abeam, i was getting my muskets clean, when came this rumbling from beneath...!
the ocean shook, the sky went black, and the captain quailed... and before us grew the angry jaws of a giant whale!
don't know how i survived... the crew all was chewed alive... i must have slipped between his teeth... but, oh! what providence!
what divine intelligence! that you should survive as well as me!
it gived my heart great joy to see your eyes fill with fear!
so lean in close, and i will whisper the last words you will hear........
re: darius and noland
i'll tell it like it happened.
it was darius and noland and me - just a few po'boys tryna get up out of missouri. took 55 to louisiana, stopped by the highway to eat. they both had crawfish, strictly chicken for me...
back out under thunderheads, the radio was southern soul. they interrupted clarence carter with a strange-ass local show, they were saying, "come down to lake pontchartrain! rest your soul and feed your brain! that's where you will get to see everything the water can be!"
the rain was coming down, the wind was howling - outside of slidell - it was the kind of night that makes you think the whole world's going to hell... we got off on an exit cuz we couldn't read the map so great. near the choctaw motel, we parked to deliberate.
when out of the bayou came a man like the lake had a tongue! he was right up on the glass, all yellow-eyed, black teeth, banging on the windshield, screaming like a demon at the top of his lungs! "come down to lake pontchartrain! rest your soul and feed your brain! free for you and all your friends! crawfish til the bitter end! come down to lake pontchartrain, wade to where the shallows break. that's where you will get to see everything the water can be!"
i was driving out of there as fast as a camry could. but the interstate was flooded and i had to take the road through the woods.
bad move in retrospect... the road disappeared in the rain and i stood on the brakes when i saw the sign. "lake pontchartrain."
darius was yelling that he saw somebody out in the swells - he jumped out running and noland was going as well. "come back!" -- why the hell would they leave the car?!
and that's when i heard it. make no mistake.
the voices were calling them from under the lake.
"come down to lake pontchartrain, come down to lake pontchartrain, come down to lake pontchartrain, come down to lake pontchartrain!"
the crawfish were screaming, the waves danced in time... my friends went in deeper... the water, it climbed... i watched in terror - the lake opened wide and, horribly roaring... it pulled them inside.
that's how it happened. why would i lie? there were no bodies. i've got nothing to hide.
i'm just a boy lost his friends in the rain. any more questions, just go and ask lake pontchartrain...
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this uses your text color as the background and the post background color as the text color. just a bit of fun.
