The LCD Horizon

flashing lights in the sky, mayhem’s screeching noises wailing like razors through the mind. knees buckled hands clasped over ears. prayer for the brain and consciousness.  what was this I was seeing? an unbelievable pixelation of reality? no cgi-Nuke master could even fathom programming the visions i am about to do no justice in trying to describe. pixelated squares one by one crawling over each other like a tidal wave, conjugating faces in the sky. grinning hatefully over a society of fools, insects and beasts. 

the human race, so dimly concerned that the chalkboard of reality is being carved with a hunting knife into shreds. the sounds were unbearable, but once adapted I found peace and hope in the east. fleeing east with my loved one. what was her name? a dream, sure - but no doubt a flashbang of truth under this dimension. we stole a modern Mustang, she was blacked out with grief and fear slumped over in the back. wrapped in winter coats for the freezing hell we were about to endure. each pixel like a glass shard in the flesh. burning glass that froze on impact.

as if the idea of god wasn’t horrifying enough, now this. this invincible force of anti-matter tracing the boundaries of vision and nervous senses, medicine will be necessary. moments before this hellish freak out, i was training. i was respected.  a man, finally. with children and young men, at our door asking for my guidance. for training. basics. simple basics. the stance, the motion, the fist, the hips, the reflexes. art. creativity. combat. 

sure enough, surrounded by a dozen young men and my beautiful counterpart writing- keeping tabs in the distance. we all heard it. a thunder crash like machine fire from a meth freak yielding an MK2 Para automatic weapon, consistent auditory insanity. we ran outside to stare over the brick wall boundaries of the property only to find beyond the trees, that purple red and black square upon square wave. multidimensional vision abilities seem to fail us as we could not see beyond the second. the third dimension seemed to be cracking right before our eyes…

remember your stance, calm cool flowing.. never still. run boys. find a vehicle. head east. get away from this sea of insanity. this volcanic elemental attack. there’s no fight here.. only destruction. run like hell. don’t scream, you’ll need your breath. remember your training. remember the music. use it as a soundtrack of escape. never stop running. never lose momentum. go east. goodbye my friends.  

gray ash coughing out the orifice of the LCD sky had covered my unconscious love. i could see it fusing fear into her flesh. quickly after pealing off each layer of the ash and soot, I covered her in my coat, carried her to the car and opened the garage door. 

in my rear view mirror, nothing but war and psychotic hellfire in the distant air. hundreds of american jets being swallowed up whole. military machine men spitting bullets, launching missiles, fighting full force against this unstoppable angel. god is beyond rage. no definition. the universe has cracked. too much sin, perhaps. too much stupidity, definitely. too much waste. too much religion. far too much false control. i wondered if we would even learn from this hyper real punishment, this time.. will we ever wake up? 
— D. M. Szell