Outcast Journal of a Demented Wanderer

Introduction

This is the second volume of my anti- hero’s reflections and discoveries in the foreign country of human emotions. He casts off the previous close bonds he had with the band of brothers he lived with intimately at the sanctuary. He is protected from the disparate band of outcasts who he had originally joined when his marriage ended. He felt up to that point that he was being suffocated by the dreary drabness of conventionality. The life force sucked out of him by the drudgery of routine.

In this second volume of his journey as a demented wanderer, he encounters unusual people and events which continue to challenge him forcing him to further come to terms with the fast moving realities confronting him. One of the unusual people he meets is a lady aristocrat worth 3 billion in net income worth. He works for her as a personal assistant and through her has his eyes opened wide as to the meaning of the phrase you ain’t seen nothing yet. However all is taken in good heart by him, and he is still able to retain his impish brand of humour which is his hallmark, as a psycho-surfer of the more outrageous undiscovered lands of the human mind. Mercury retains his new self styled name from the days in the first volume when he decided to join the original band of brothers and sisters who had abandoned their old way of life; he still identifies with than his former name, as it suits his changed circumstances, and continues to reinforce the break with his past life of society imposed respectability. Though he does have a brief flirtation with a commune during this part of his life, he nonetheless prefers to experience all that life has to offer him, amusing or profound as a lone traveller as an adventurer in the untapped potential of the inner mind. Mercury is also overwhelmed by the kindness of a married couple who take him in when he is at his most vulnerable and desperate offering him sanctuary in one of their properties. This generosity of spirit is in due course repaid by Mercury as it gives him the opportunity to experience the joy of personal security and a chance to recover from his previous life lived on the streets of London.

Hell’s Dungeon

I am blindfolded, jiving crazily from side to side, my mind trapped in a cloud of smack and blow. I am led away by a gang of smack worshippers, into the back of the sanctuary’s wagon. This is my last night at the base. Now is my initiation into the inner way of truth and pain. I drift off to sleep, in a wave of savage ecstasy awaiting the delights that hell has in store for me. My head is being massaged by the hard hands of Prettyboy. I am soon asleep, gently stroked by his hands, with all my fears melting away.

Time passes. I awake briefly; then my vein is injected with snow. I feel on fire within seconds. The warmth spreads rapidly all over my body. It bathes me in its rays. Voices vibrate inside my head, whispering what wonders await me when I am passing through hell. Then blackness takes possession and I am once more inside the void. All sense of time seems to have faded away. Suddenly I feel myself being roughly shaken awake. However, to my delight I hear Prettyboy softly say into my ear that we have arrived. Where the hell is arrived, and what happens from here? I have been escorted from hell knows where, but I don’t fucking care. The main thing is I have arrived. By magic carpet or time machine I must have been floating in hyper space, or whatever, but fuck I am here are n’t I?

Then another familiar voice roars into life, it is the high pitched tones of Acidhead. Hey dude this experience is the ultimate high of your life, so embrace it totally. Zone right in, the shots will help you do that. Feel free to soar to the sky. Now both of us will arrange for you to be escorted into the litter. Very comfortable, as all I needed to do was to lie down with my head - supported by pillows, with my body rested without a care in the world, whilst entering paradise. Both my mentors then silently withdrew. Still blindfolded I began to notice a change in the temperature, also a sudden gust of wind seemed to cause the litter I was on to temporarily rock from side to side. I had in fact woken up to experience this strange phenomenon, of noticing the transition from cold freshness of the outside to what I was experiencing against my skin and lungs now. Then the litter bearers seemed to steady it and we carried on going down this enclosed space.

Suddenly the litter halted, and I was helped out by two sturdy helpers. I was gently propelled forwards and I was immediately aware of walking slowly through what appeared to be a gigantic echo chamber. Then before I was able to ascertain anything more about the size of the structure I was now in, I found myself being seated into what appeared to be an open top vehicle of some sort. Somebody got into the passenger seat next to me, and I felt somehow more at ease. The vehicle started to move away, and gather speed. We seemed to be wrapped in a blanket of silence. All the time I was bombing out of my skull, feeling my brain crashing against the sides of my skull. Another draught of wind could be felt blowing against my face, as gradually I was able to make out sounds of far away music and singing. Intense heat cut through me, and my ears became assaulted by a cacophony of sound. It felt bizarre, as I tried to identify the source of the sounds. Then the blindfold’s strings which held it together behind my head became undone by my companion and as my eyes slowly became accustomed to the gloom a truly incredible series of scenes unravelled in front of me. It was absolutely ravishing. Nobody seemed to pay any attention to anything else going on elsewhere. I looked up to get an idea of where I was. It appeared I was in a gigantic cave. It was lit by what I could only describe as giant candlesticks placed at irregular intervals. From the ceiling where suspended an infinite number of huge glass bowls which must have had a circumference of some 20 feet in size. The walls reflected back an eerie purple colour which appeared to colour all the living beings so that they were glowing from within. All around me I was witness to some truly horrific scenes. I will only describe a small number of activities; all of them unspeakably shocking.

To my left I was witness to 2 humans of indeterminate gender and age being turned on a spit in front of what I could only describe as an open hearth fire. Before I could comment on it further I realized that my minders had gone. To my horror there was nobody there but myself and a collection of freaks. Everyone was oblivious of my presence. I walked over to the area where two hideous faced dwarfs were busy turning a grey coloured ivory handle. The dwarfs wore a dark green cloak baggy blood red trousers, and black boots. It was a weird combination, topped off with a woollen three cornered hat. To my horror, I noticed that the two bodies being roasted on the spit where still alive. They were grinning and making faces at their tormentors. It appeared as if their outer skin had been somehow removed. The monstrously vile dwarfs seemed to belch every time they turned the handle, whilst they ladled the roasting human meat with hot oil. Everything changed. One of the dwarf’s became aware of my presence. They both leered at me, and one of them had a giant carving knife at the ready, as big as themselves.

Not to be outdone I grinned back at them. Then the ugliest of the two jokingly asked if I wanted a slice. ‘Well hello stranger, not seen you around these parts. Hungry are ya, want something to give ya strength, he he’!

This creature then proceeded to stick a giant fork into one of the two bodies proceeding with his carving knife to slice into the poor - fucking victim’s flesh. At that second I began to lose my nerve. The roasting human at first laughed then as the razor sharp knife cut into his flesh the most bloodcurdling screams could be heard emanating from mouth. At that point I just could n’t stand it and had to get away. I rapidly gestured no with my hands, and moved on. I noticed as I walked away a queue of people all wearing suits!! It was unreal. I could not understand what the hell they were doing there, and why on earth where they acting so fucking normal? These bastards were going to eat human flesh. One of the smart grey suited men of around 40 had a copy of the Financial Times with him. As I started to move away I continued to hear various moaning noises emanating from one of the roasted corpses as one of its limbs was hacked off and given to one of the smart suited business executives. I saw him tuck into the human joint with relish. It was enough not to feel sick, but in fact I never felt sick at all.

I walked quickly on down a sort of pathway between various groups of people engaged in bizarre off the wall activities. One such group I was observing consisted of a group of people all lined up wearing nothing but brightly coloured dressing gowns. There seemed to be 3 women of all ages and 2 men, one in his thirties and the other in his sixties. They looked very chilled and relaxed. Nobody seemed to be distressed or crying. To the side of the baths stood two well turned out demure young women. They were wearing flowing matching blue floral patterned gowns touching the floor. Both the women appeared to be relaxed and happy; engaging in small talk with one of the males standing next to a sunken bath that appeared to bubble away giving off steam. Then one of the women gave the tall bald headed guy a small tablet which he swallowed. Within seconds I witnessed the same guy suddenly remove his dressing gown to reveal an athletic slim well - proportioned body with not an ounce of fat on him anywhere. He then closed his eyes seemed to enter a sort of trance like state and proceeded to immerse himself in this ‘bath’ and all I could see was a temporary displacement of the ‘water’ as it sloshed about before settling back into a calm unruffled state. But what soon convinced me that it was more than just ordinary bathwater was a distinctly acrid smell that emanated it from its surface; like smelly dirty socks.

I stood there open mouthed with astonishment. It took me two seconds to twig that the so called ‘baths’ were full of acid and not water. I then witnessed the two attendants suddenly move back a considerable distance away from the two baths. As they did so, the second male suddenly threw his dressing gown off and then without taking any kind of tablet ran headlong straight into the first of the baths. As soon as he jumped into the bath, I heard a blood curdling scream emanate from the older guy as he sank beneath the surface of the bath. The bath liquid sloshed about for a bit before becoming settled again. The remaining two women showed no concern but continued to chat happily away amongst themselves. The two women then proceeded to shout rude jokes at the remaining 3 women who responded by shouting in return yet more uncouth lewd jokes. I just stood there trying to take it all in. Even I roared with laughter at the absurdity of it all, as two more of the women stripped off and wriggling their bums suggestively ran laughing towards the two acid baths, shouting ‘kiss my ass bitch’ as they jumped straight into the baths. Their playful outbursts quickly turned to screams of agony as they too became covered by the acid. Just before they jumped, the two smiling women attendants quickly ran out of the way. But not quickly enough, as one of the young women was slightly splashed by the liquid. I could see where it had managed to burn a small hole in her sleeve, but lucky for her had not touched her skin.

I moved on down the walk – way not caring to witness the fate of the last victim. My attention was again drawn to another bizarre sight. A collection of semi-clad men, four in number wearing yellow coloured tracksuits were standing at the four ends of a huge wooden object in the shape of a rack. I could hear one of the men talking excitedly to a spindly tallish blond haired young man. I was within earshot and chuckling to myself heard him say, ‘Oh yes, my young friend, this machine is the answer to all your prayers. I can guarantee to you that you will grow another 2 inches in height should you so want to. Why not give it a go.’

‘Hey man yeah, I think I could be up for that. I agree to that as a plan I can buy into. What the fuck happens now, bro.’

‘Right, get onto the table and I’ll strap you in and let the table do all the rest. Now that’s what I call cool.’

I stared at the guy who coolly just climbed onto the table and allowed situated by the sides of the table. The guy seemed totally relaxed; no sense of threat or fear registered on his face. Is that cool or what? Awesome it certainly is to witness just such audacious behaviour. The two attendants grinning like baboons swiftly proceeded to apply a mask with slits to cover his eyes and mouth. Then it started. The handle at the front of this table was pulled by the stronger of the two. The man was slowly being stretched by each turn of the handle and as far as I could tell he was calm and relaxed, not showing any outward signs of distress. This was fine, but as far as I was concerned at any moment he could snap and then beat the crap out of anybody who crossed his path. Both these attendants, without a seconds thought happily carried on turning both sides of handle, just chatting away oblivious to the guy on the table.

Then suddenly it started. A loud scream emanated from the guy on the table. He writhed on the