“Heavy.” Churn turned his burned back and looked straight at the corner. Not just the rubber, the leather, or the sheer size, but the shine,,,…
that is the eye-candy that brings that smile to your eyes… that was something special.
“Heavy Metal they play. Fast music, complex, deep, smart. Yeah, he is smart, stupid, but he has brains, 3 for sure. But if you’d ask me, the voice is something else. My sun can play a good riff, but the boy sounds like a mermaid.” Ashley looked at her cameraman with that speaking silence. He knew… a story like this would not be free candy. It had too much weight. But Hugh wasn’t weak. Hugh could pump, with speed. Hugh Grainsonsandybeach, better known as HG, you might see why, was a guy who stood his ground. Once on that ground, the ground had no more other purpose either. HG wasn’t dominant, or even aggressive, but you know, HG would be HG, even if he didn’t want to be HG. Like they say, it was a jersey thing. And HG was wearing XXXL. His mom would call him ‘not small-boned’. “You are not 1 in a million, you are 1:500!,” she would say. HG never got the joke. “And we are back here again,” Ashley smiled at HG. “No matter where you go, every so often you meet one of those people, HG, and some don’t even know.” “He seems like a nice guy. A bit off maybe, a bit, not very average...” “Yeah dumbass, we call that weird.” “You are weird.” “I am nice, and funny and beautiful, and” “You are full, that is for sure, full of you.” “Ah, how rude, … but you like me, don’t ya, and the whole world loves me!” “A world in Bedrockshire between 2 and 3. On the week days only.” “And on Sunday!” “You are right, and on Sundays, for 4 whole hours. Jolly!”
Ashley knew, HG knew she knew. For her he was the world and she was controlling it. For him she was a moment of rest. She didn’t need a translator, to her his mic made sense. Donald, Ashley’s brother, had a heavy accident when he was young, she wasn’t even on the agenda, and had suffered massive braindamage. He was her favorite. And Donald loved his little sister even more. At an early age she learned how to communicate on a different level than people normally do, well, they think. She started her carreer not as the face of BIQ (Bedrock In Quotes), but as a nurse in a carehouse. It was the honesty she got back from the people she worked with that sparkled up her day and it was showing. So she got an offer to work with this very talented, slightly strange, awardwinning visual artist named HG. Her mother always called that call a higher gift. Little did she know…
Don’t stop that tape
HG never stops a recording. Every split second the focus, the pointer and the hindsight are already editing itself. He just needed not to miss a thing. Camera on the oddness of the moment. “You are not here about the band and the music, are you? I reckon you hipsters aren’t the weekend satanists I have to kick out every 7hursday, I am telling ya, the kid and his demons are good at that worshiping or whatever they call it. Very gentle to the heart too, in a strange kind of way, yeah, those kids… they” “Sir, sir? I am sorry, but” “I know, I know…” “Ever when she left” “Oh I am sorry?!” “Uh, what? You mean his mother? Easy now sweetheart, ever since his mother left to the mailbox, the phone must have been ringing 42 times now. I wonder who that could be.” HG just said nothing. Ashley could only hold it together because she could see the glitter in his eye. He was smiling, out loud, hidden. “like HG always does.”
“Sir, we are here about Gemma, Sir?” For just one moment, a split second, maybe a bit more, he was really enjoying it, Churn was somewhere else. He shook his head, his ears following along, held a deep breath and said: “You stupid...” Happy like she always was, Lilly, stepped inside the garage. Careful, not because of HG and Ash, they probably were a bunch of those dark kids again, who would drink all her tea again, eat her cookies, and stayed until,… Lilly still could not find out why those lovely kids always seem to be in such a rush at the end. Well, Churn always made sure they got home safe, so he said, and after that he always made her hot warm milk. She loved it. Every morning she walked out to check for the mail. Right about when Downstreet came to life. And she knew everybody. Even the woman across of the street. “If that is even a human.” Churn had his own friends. And they were living in the garage. Grey Oldy was his biggest friend. “More like your wife!” “Lilly, my second wife,” he would say, making her even more angry.
What is cold? Is it the substraction of heat? Is the universe a shift from heat to cold? And every local tiny room has its own crystals? Within crystals? Sliding from heat to extreme cold? how did rocks…, and of course where does iron come from? In the end, it didn’t matter. Gemma was there, and loyal. Whenever he took her for a ride, climbed on that leather, she was ready to spin.
“We are here because of Gemma, Sir. Our sources told us, that Gemma was the mastermind behind what happend a few days ago. Is she your daugther Sir? Is she here now? Is Gemma,.. Gemma!” Churn Horatiote his glasses, turned his head, and yes, he did the look too, good old Churn, and said: “ !” Sounding just like Caine.
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Don't stop that tape
HG never stops a recording. Every split second the focus, the pointer and the hindside are allready editing itself. He just needed not to miss a thing. Camera on the oddness of the moment.
“You are not here about the band and the music, are you? I reckon you hipsters aren’t the weekend satanists I have to kick out every 7hursday, I am telling ya, the kid and his demons are good at that worshiping or whatever they call it. Very gentle to the heart too, in a strange kind of way, yeah, those kids… they” “Sir, sir? I am sorry, but” “I know, I know…” “Ever when she left” “Oh I am sorry?!” “Uh, what? You mean his mother? Easy now sweetheart, ever since his mother left to the mailbox, the phone must have been ringing 42 times now. I wonder who that could be.”
HG just said nothing. Ashley could only hold it together because she could see the glitter in his eye. He was smiling, out loud, hidden. “like HG always does.”
“Sir, we are here about Gemma, Sir?” For just one moment, a split second, maybe a bit more, he was really enjoying it, Churn was somewhere else. He shook his head, his ears following along, held a deep breath and said: “You stupid...” Happy like she always was, Lilly, stepped inside the garage. Careful, not because of HG and Ash, they probably were a bunch of those dark kids again, who would drink all her tea again, eat her cookies, and stayed until,… Lilly still could not find out why those lovely kids always seem to be in such a rush at the end. Well, Churn always made sure they got home safe, so he said, and after that he always made her hot warm milk. She loved it. Every morning she walked out to check for the mail. Right about when Downstreet came to life. And she knew everybody. Even the woman across of the street. “If that is even a human.” Churn had his own friends. And they were living in the garage. Grey Oldy was his biggest friend. “More like your wife!” “Lilly, my second wife,” he would say, making her even more angry.
What is cold? Is it the substraction of heat? Is the universe a shift from heat to cold? And every local tiny room has its own crystals? Within crystals? Sliding from heat to extreme cold? how did rocks…, and of course where does iron come from? In the end, it didn’t matter. Gemma was there, and loyal. Whenever he took her for a ride, climbed on that leather, she was ready to spin.
“We are here because of Gemma, Sir. Our sources told us, that Gemma was the mastermind behind what happend a few days ago. Is she your daugther Sir? Is she here now? Is Gemma,.. Gemma!”
Churn Horatiote his glasses, turned his head, and yes, he did the look too, good old Churn, and and said: “ !” Just like Horatio would.