Inside Greggie's Head

The cave, with its horrific commodities, rested right above the hinterland bluff. Many townsfolk always imagined what it would be like, to climb up the towering brink and go explore the cave. Unfortunately, they could only wonder, because a mighty crevice separated them from the cliff and made all their chances of ever going up, null. Many people have died trying to get up to the other side, where a vertical wall of doom would await their plunder. Heck, many have even tried building a ladder out of wood and rope, but their reckless contraptions would cause the scarce wood to share the same fate.

In this town, they had an eerie skepticism of the common modern knowledge. Is the earth round? Do we really breathe air or are we all hallucinating? Is there such a thing as instant entertainment? They also believed that there is one way to make fire and that is by internal combustion. So from years and years of practice and adaptation, their nostrils consequently expanded to an astonishing radius, so that the fumes wouldn't be so concentrated when it entered into their lungs.

Greggie, a reputable opera brawler; hiked every morning beside the sunderable crevice. During his hike, he would question and ponder his nightly dreams. Always writing them down on his 'stone tabletee', and reviewing them in his head. This morning, he spent an excessive amount of time in his state of carnal sanctum, and reminisced on the dream he had about the faces that all pointed west, except one. Now, this bothered him especially, because he had an eerie skepticism that it was him, the face that pointed the different direction. He couldn't remember which way the face pointed, or how it looked, which added to his factor of eeriness.

As he continued hiking, he decided that he would take a different route, “Toward”, he read "'Sik'n'Mm', sounds like a pedestrian friendly place, I'll take it!" Greggie, deciding to stop brain-storming, stormed off into the wrong direction.

Now, you would probably think, 'aha, the wrong direction, the author's an idiot, hehehaha!' It so happens that I'm not disclosing a future situation unintentionally, but adding savior-faire and panache to the element of surprise!

So, he went off, and left all his thoughts at the guide post where he decided to stop stressing, and to grab life by the tail and ride it down to nowhere. Now, being a reputable opera brawler, he was well known, not just locally but all over the countrywide. His first point of distraction was a couple miles from the guide post, where he met a couple of colossal lollipops. They were sticking out of an oil swap that was a long table's length away from where he had spotted them. Looking at them, he noticed that they had an insipid, soi-disant complexion to them. He also noticed that they were pointing ...west? "Now that's just freaking eerie", Greggie exclaimed vehemently, and also suddenly, but with no exclamation. As if the lollipops were draining all the joy out of him. Disappointedly, he wasn't really creeped out by how closely it related to his dream, but by how it stared straight at him, looking into his soul, as some sort of superstitious omen, seducing him into the realm of equilibrium, as to yoga meditation and so forth. Greggie decided not to let it take advantage of him and strolled off forward.

Switching venues real quick: hell and heaven had an extremely sophisticated rebuttal that day, and demons were punted to and fro. So some took shelter in oil swaps, some took shelter in toad stools, and some even took shelter in merecats’ mazes!

While Greggie continued walking for an hour or so, he met a fellow companion of his who was his dorm buddy during vocal training & technique institution. They looked at each other's noses in disbelief and cried tears of joy and laughter all together. They sat down by a mellow marsh where the sun was shining and the scene was vacant, and had a short and ostensibly distinguishable conversation.

"Well, Greggo! Long time all whereabouts! Still marching like the alpha paring side swiping roughneck I know?" The buddy asked with no speck of shyness.

"I'm just hitting the ol' trail of discomfort and perplexities. Curious me, ya' know."

"Yea...! It dawned to me late Tuesday, how is the voice box doin' you?"

"It's still working, have to keep gargling Liquor just as often..."

"Say, me too! Hahaha…"

And so, by this manner did they speak one unto another before the buddy had to get on with his day. Greggie figured out that his buddy in actuality owns his own quay down by The Grand’s Harbor several miles east of Nozzles Point. He was contemplating in his state of carnal sanctum whether he should stick with the script or ditch and meet more familiar faces at the beachside. It wasn’t easy, since demons were weighing down both shoulders. He with much mental precipitancy, acquiesced to his unorthodox morning ritual, and headed down the path.

During his hike, he thought about the cave above the precipice. What was in it, how do I know there even is a cave up there? If only I could fly up there. If only I could get a tiny glimpse! These thoughts caused him to murmur during his hike, only if it could be more perilous, if only it could have more pizzazz, more suspense! More meaning! Now if an opera brawler would be so caught up in a situation like this, he would be careless as to mind everything else. Greggie was mindless that moment, and mindless to the fact that he had left his dreams at the guide post. So wherever fate took him, he would be impervious to any clue, hint or the most chagrined of reminders! Yikes.

A famous gubben once said, “If you smack a sage across the cheek, then you’ll find yourself slapping the other.” Greggie felt as if thought he was in a wise man’s shoes, and everything was trying to take advantage of him. Lollipops for crying out loud! His buddy, from the puerile days, too somewhat socially bullied him. His attitude caused Greggie’s dorm to be a hovel of ruffians and perpetual insomnia. We could most definitely agree that he had a reason to be mad, but not stay mad.

Now for a moment, we will be switching back to the other venue: The heavenly committee of intra-dimensional commerce just announced that a new order and realignment will be installed on the notorious establishments of addicts anonymous. Complicated fireside ends in violent retorts as collectivism is reintroduced, again. Chairmen is rebuked for assuming ‘amen’ too early during the closing of the annual human virtues conference. More on issue ‘Miracles are needed, here?’ Consensus is misrepresented by the Switzerland coalition. Polls show rates fall on successful lobbying in the Celestial glories; teens demand wings! –just in-

Greggie felt that he wasn’t the only one feeling down today, but nevertheless minding the ribaldry, he continued in his steady pace of moving forward, for about an hour. After he had traveled straight down the path in the given time, he sat down on a shrub-like pedestal.  Panting just a little, it was enough to break the eerie silence that he had noticed as he entered into a gloomy surrounding of pond murk and stench.

To be continued: