Bluesman Mike Lindner Wrote:Share a little with us, Joe. I regularly post my new lyrics on the board. And if the gang can put up with my nonsense...
Hey Bluesman here's somthing I whipped up for you today, needs allot of work.
Got a great idea, let's kick it arround the RJ web-site and have every one add something, it might be fun.
Remember I'm no pro............Just a-wanna-be
JO
SLEEP
By
Joseph O’Toole
“Welcome back Mr. Figaro, it seems just yesterday we talked” said the demon. “It was yesterday - you little shit! After I fell asleep.” Panic placed an icy hand on Myron’s heart. “Why do you want to talk to me again?” Myron Figaro’s hand came down hard on the coffee table. “I said I’m not interested. What do I have to do, draw you a picture?” Myron’s thoughts drifted back to Epstein and his books. “Now, now Mr. Figaro; we need to ensure you understand the ramification of your actions; after all you did apply.” Anger began to well, replacing panic and fear. “I didn’t apply for nothing, do you hear me…….. NOTHING”.
Evil is not something packaged and marketed, it only exists, and Myron Figaro was looking directly into it’s eye’s. “I don’t want to see you anymore.” Myron whimpered, the anger evaporating as quickly as it came. “No one ever does, that’s the beauty of it. And please try not to brutalize the English language. Correctly stated its: I didn’t apply for anything” A rotting stench rose like garlic from a slit in the demons face. Myron’s stomach turned as he thought, we’re talking business after lunch. Oh God. Like after good Italian meal. Fear was taking hold. “You’re making me sick.” Myron crocked.
“Thank you, but we really must get down to business.” The Demon crossed its haunches, exposing one hoof, “I have exclusive rights to your dreams for the next forty seven years, in exchange for: Giving you licenses’ to do whatever you choose ( in your waking life) as long as it meets the specified conditions of our contract. You can refer to the book, it’s quite clear.”
“I didn’t sign any contract.” Dam that Philip and his book he thought, no conviction left; Myron began to whimper. “Hum….hum, on God no” The demon’s shoulders were moving up and down as it laughed. “AHH, they all say the same thing” the hideous little fellow crooned. “Remember you summoned me, and the book is quite specific.” the smile disappeared. “You don’t sign and there’s a very nasty accident awaiting you in the near future, non-fatal of course, you’ll be bed-ridden and in great pain. I’ll get to look in on you from time to time. While you linger in whatever misery I devise, you’ll have to sleep; and then……”
Myron was going to vomit, the creature was fondling something shapeless and pulsing in it’s own rhythm, it was dripping a dark liquid; Myron put his head between his knees and moaned. “No, please no. The creature was laughing hysterically. ” HAAAA, HAAAAA, HAAAAAA, please excuse me, I can’t help it. You, you……. Really ……ha…ha…ha……Thought……..That… …That it was all a joke, it slapped it’s knee and squeezed the dripping lump with it’s other hand; hard. It suddenly stopped, jutted it’s head forward, and screamed “ITS NO JOKE.” Myron Figaro shoot bolt upright and stared at the creature. “You will either live a lecherous life for forty-seven years and have me visit you in dreams, or suffer until your body gives you peace in the mean time I’ll still visit you.” It’s voice lowered, “you will visit hell either way, while you live or after you die, you must choose; you dammed fool.”