Over The Gentleman’s shoulder, The Father could see in the room behind him, a great winged beast sharpening its talons against the round of a human skull. Beside it, two men fought to the death. Beside them, Death stood in front of a burning lamp, trying to capture his own shadow. And beside him, a lonely poet hanged himself, over and over again.
THE HUNTER ₢2014 CSeanMcGee
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This is the story of a guy and some other people too and the stuff that happens, in this story about them.
**fuck your blurbs and fuck your obvious expectations. Don't live your life in summary.**
Take Risk and Take Care,
In this story, he had woken as an atom which, to a father flower, would be invisible, impossible to see and hard to prove as being real, but to empty space, to the void and to nothing, it, or he, for that matter, was in fact, grandiose and prodigious.
For compared to nothing, anything is everything.
He wasn’t alone either; there were billions more like him who thrust into this universe at its beginning, bursting through a doorway at the same moment.
And he told his son about the flight into nothingness and in such a meaningless amount of time, how nothing became everything and then everything got bigger and bigger and bigger and farther and farther away from its beginning.
And then everything stopped.
And he was alone.
And he was really sad because he didn’t want to be alone. He wanted someone to play with. He wanted someone to sit with. He wanted someone to talk to and he wanted someone to tell him stories, someone that he could listen to.
The Hunter Act II: The Ridicule
Audio Stimuli: Mr. Bungle: Merry Go Bye Bye
Visual Stimuli: Codex Seriphinius
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The HUnter is a love story told in III acts.
Act I - The Negation (eros)
Act II - The Ridicule (philos)
Act III - The Acceptance (agape)
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Part 2 - RIDICULE “Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you.”
They entered a room with very little color, not like the rest of the clinic. Here, the walls seemed bigger than the ones outside. They looked dull and overcast. But unlike the larger bird being picked on by the bonnet of The Father’s car, here it was obvious that the smaller more colorful birds would be pinioned, should they ever raise their hands in protest. For here, the grey overcast walls cast a shadow so long that one was left astute and without imaginings.