Thursday, January 30, 2014
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
SATAN WANTS YOU
Toby is
very frustrated with Faust's behavior.
"What
the hell's wtih you? We're doing better than ever. Why would you want to fuck
that up?"
"You
think all the words and the music are just entertainment? You think this is all
for fun? You think this is just a fucking game?"
Faust has
become very passionate. He's gaining in energy and luminosity as he speaks.
"Every
night we ask the devil to come. Every night we spit on God and the angels. We
spit on goodness and decency. We piss on the way of life of most of the people
around us including our own families. That's not about entertainment brother.
I'm not here to entertain anybody. I want to rip the veil from their eyes. Make
'em look. Shove the truth in their face. I want the kids to love Satan. Love
death. Love destruction. It's no game to me.
Toby has
also become very animated.
"You
keep going like this, you'll bring down the law on all of us. We barely escaped
that shit in Poland. Naked, crucified people on stage. Bloody goat's heads.
Burning the cross and raping nuns. It ain't worth it man. I done my time
already. I don't wanna go back."
"You
think I'm afraid of the authorities? The powers that be? They aren't worth shit
to me. One of my biggest regrets is how I pussied out back in Kracow and let
them run me out of town without a fight. Those bastards don't care about
anything except keeping the peace in their corrupt order. I want souls. I want
believers. Converts. I need followers for the great work of destruction."
"Jesus.
I thought you were just trying to get publicity. I thought you were just being
a clown to sell tickets. I didn't realize you were a fucking maniac."
"Come
on Toby. Lay off. Just let him blow off steam."
"Hey.
Don't apologize for me Duncan. I meant what I said."
"Look,
Faust, you can do what you want. Nobody's trying to stop you. Just think about
what you're doing. Don't drag other people down with your wild ideas."
"Down?
I'm trying to take you on the ride of your life man. Higher than you've ever
been. Higher than you could ever get without me. You look up because you WANT
to be exalted. I look up because I am exalted."
"Are
you off on that Nietzsche bullshit again? I'm out of here man."
"Don't
pussy out on me dude. Man up. Get ready for the fight. Destruction is why I'm
here on earth,. To destroy what is ready to fall. To show no mercy to the weak.
Pity preserves what is ripe for decay."
Faust
begins to laugh. Now he is just enjoying being a mocker.
"Man,
you gotta take some time and calm down. We have a show to do tonight. I hope
you can get it together before then."
Duncan
follows Toby out of the room. Faust sneers after them and laughs again.
"Back
in Kracow, I was almost there, but I panicked. I let them scare me. I backed
down. I got worried because they were comparing me to the Scandanavian heavy
metal killers and church burners. I should have been flattered. Now it's time
to go all G.G. Allin on them and show them I mean business."
Susan
isn't able to tell if Faust is just ranting to let off steam or just as a kind
of joke or because he really is becoming seriously imbalanced. He doesn't talk
to her very much anymore and when he does, he often goes off just like now. But
maybe he really is finding his great mission in life. Maybe this really is his
attempt to break his chains and get free. In that case, maybe she can learn
from him. Maybe she can free herself from the past. The past is like a tomb
sometimes.
She feels
like she's already buried with her dead mother and with the ghost of her father
that used to be able to love. Now, he's just a ranting maniac who makes Faust
seem completely sane. He keeps talking about his angry God and the end times
and the coming Apocalypse. He says that she has become a demon child who is
helping Satan lead others away from God. He asks everyone to pray for her but
she believes that he really means that he wants everyone to look at her as
crazy. He really just wants her to disappear. He's angry at the sinners who are
corrupting children and destroying morality. He things they're bringing down
the country. Bringing the wrath of God down on everyone. How long can you hope
for the rapture before you become a crazy old coot who starts trying to
calculate the day and time of Armageddon? At least Faust's passion is for
freedom. He has some kind of positive, earthly aim. That's something anyway.
And besides, she knows that Faust can love. He loves her. He loves her just as
much as she loves him. She doesn't doubt. She won't doubt.
KEEPING THE VOICES AT BAY
Faust and Susan are lying in bed cuddling.
Susan announces that she has to get up. Her rollover, flip off the bed
in one motion delights him. He laughs.
“Like a cat.”
“Meow baby.”
His hand cups her ass cheek.
“Let me pet you baby.”
She purrs. They both laugh. It’s a little chilly so she pulls on a
robe.
“I’ll be right back.”
While she is gone from the room, Faust takes a deep, contented breath
and lies back.
Oh no. Not the voices again.
“Shut up! I don’t care what you think.”
He hears a flush.
“What did you say baby?”
“Nothing. Can you get me a glass of water? And a couple of Advil?”
He lies still hoping the voices will stop. They don’t.
He lies still hoping the voices will stop. They don’t.
Susan returns.
“You have a headache baby?”
“Yeah. Just a little…nothing serious.” He swallows the tablets.
Susan can see that his mood has changed.
“Are you OK?”
Faust changes the subject.
“I wish we could get out of here for a little while.”
“Why don’t we?”
“The tour. I just don’t have much time. And we booked a couple of extra
dates because things are going great. We need to cash in while we can.”
“I understand.”
She strips off the robe she had put on and cuddles up to him in bed.
The voices keep talking to him but her naked body causes a natural reaction. He
kisses her neck and caresses her breasts and maneuvers into position to slip
his cock inside her. No matter how tortured he feels by the voices, she is
still able to get his full attention. And as they slowly dive deeper and deeper
into each other, her smell and softness and her taste begin to overwhelm him
until there is nothing but her. Nothing but what they are doing to each other
with kisses, caresses, whispers and sighs.
Maybe for this night at least, he will be able to keep the voices away
again.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)