13.Fire coming out of a monkey's head
Once upon a time at the foot of a shit mountain, there was a
town where the people known as Happyfolk lived, their very
existence a mystery to the rest of the world, obscured as it was
by shit clouds. Here they played out their peaceful lives,
innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing
in the world below. To live in harmony with the spirit of the
mountain called Monkey was enough. Then one day Strangefolk
arrived in the town. They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark
glasses, but no one noticed them：they only saw shadows. You see,
without the Truth of the Eyes, the Happyfolk were blind.
Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home
Jump back from behind them and shoot them in the head
Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead
In time, Strangefolk found their way into the high reaches of
the mountain, and it was there that they found the caves of
unimaginable Sincerity and Beauty. By chance, they stumbled upon
the Place Where All Good Souls Come to Rest. The Strangefolk,
they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things, and
soon they began to mine the mountain, its rich seam fueling the
chaos of their own world. Meanwhile, down in the town, the
Happyfolk slept restlessly, their dreams invaded by shadowy
figures digging away at their souls. Every day, people would
wake and stare at the mountain. Why was it bringing darkness
into their lives？ And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper
into the mountain, holes began to appear, bringing with them a
cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of them up. For
the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful for they knew that
soon the Monkey would soon stir from its deep sleep. And then
came a sound. Distant first, it grew into castrophany so immense
it could be heard far away in space. There were no screams.
There was no time. The mountain called Monkey had spoken. There
was only fire. And then, nothing.
O little town in U.S.A, your time has come to see
There's nothing you believe you want
But where were you when it all came down on me？
Did you call me now？
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