Zero

I.

The boat shook to and fro with a rhythmic pattern like a fat man hobbling down the street looking for his daily fix of chocolate, pushing onward into the darkness. The water slithered by seemingly wrapping everything in its course, squeezing the life out of all that rode its muddy waters. I stared at the water for quite some time seeing all sorts of things, at one point it had shown me a picture of my own father writing in a journal. My father never had a journal, I looked back to see his skin start to turn into a reptilian scale, climbing his body like frantic mountain climbers edging toward a peak. Suddenly a noise stirred behind me startling me with a jumping reaction. A snake hung from a tree limb near my feet, it brought its head up and smiled. “You fucking imbecile, what do you think you are doing?” The snake hissed. The whole world shook as the snake reeled closer and its eyes glowed of fire. “Don’t judge me snake” I said, “You don’t know me.” I got to my feet and noticed the snake had stayed floating the air as the branch it was on had passed from view. “O but I do, I know you very well” He said staring at my face with totally apparent pleasure. “I know all about what you did to land you here, all about why you think the way you do. But it troubles you that something could know your motives doesn’t it, it troubles you to know that something like me could kno-“
“Senior, are you alright?” the boatman said edging his hand away from my chest. “You were talking to nothing a minute ago.” He looked at me judging me with his big fucking brown eyes. “Yea, I’m alright.” I totally ignored his notion that there was no snake. Everywhere nowadays it seems people think you see something you don’t, or there isn’t something where you think it is. Its not even the principle of the snake, it’s the fact that they always prove you wrong, they have to be the ones who make you think your eyes have deceived you, but what makes something there or not? If someone is alone and sees a ghost and no one believes them, there very well could have been a ghost there, there could be ghosts everywhere, but no one believes it. It’s all what you want to believe, what seems acceptable to them. For example, the mathematical equation 2 +2=4 is undoubtedly correct in our society it is one of the very first things we learn as a child. But where is the solid evidence that 2+2 equals 4. Who said that 2+2 is 4; couldn’t it just as easily be 5 or 6? If right now some mathematical douche bag said that contrary to popular belief that 2+2 did in fact equal 5 there would be some resentment in the beginning it would soon fade into an entirely subjective society that 2+2=5 was indeed the way it always had been. What is to say the same about something like apparition or ghosts as you might call them. Scientists have now and again agreed that there is no such thing and that is a figment of an imagination triggered by some sort of chemical reaction in the brain or simply that if you want to see something really bad, you will see it. But if scientists for some reason discovered that there is a purgatory and that ghosts are very real people would say “Looks like there’s ghosts.” And go on with their lives thinking there are ghosts. It’s not about us it’s about them. Remember that at all times.
I got up and looked around the ship which was now glowing a deep yellow and giving off a light source. We had been sailing on this liquid for some time now, I can’t recall the exact date, but I’m sure it didn’t really exist. Dates, what is the reality of a date, a Name and a number to a specific day. What if everyday was the same day and there was no time, time was a fable made by early man to calm himself that life wasn’t just some stretch of eternity littered by petty events like walking to the fucking grocery store and taking shits. And that day was called Zero, not the number Zero but Zero. And it didn’t involve the letters z,e,r or o, because those don’t exist. Nothing exists don’t you get it? Nothing exists until someone makes it exist. So I shall state that today is Zero. There is no tomorrow and there wasn’t a yesterday there is Zero.
The boat halted to stop like a car going eighty into a brick wall. The boatman and captain lumbered out of the quarters to see the enigma. They started babbling in some form of gibberish, and then turned there faces at me and said “We are stuck on something senor.” Good to know that I’m in the company of brain surgeons. And then suddenly a violin started playing in the distance. I turned my head to distinguish the noise. My ears clasped the notes and tore them apart with tenacity raping each note until it disappeared totally. “Beautiful isn’t it?” I uttered to the surgeons. “What is beautiful senor?” Just as I suspected still in a dream world surrounded by invisible barriers, blocking all sounds and sight of the real world. Notes weren’t confined to music as some people might think, they had there own language that they used to communicate like whales to each other, but of course no ear had heard it before, the barriers had been there from birth. That’s when they get you, when you’re wet and drippy with blood from a gaping vagina. They bring into a room and put it in you. The device. It makes you oblivious to the real world around you. All the things that you never know, such as talking animals and music the way its supposed to be, the way that metal has a way of feeding itself. All those things. Back in the days before technology the world didn’t need barriers to hide them. Only when technology started about then did they start realizing things that really happened. Some people were able to open their mind to what was really going on, only a few but then it became every person did and it upset some people, and those people had a lot of Money or power as I call it. They wanted the people to obey and do what needed to be done to make the world operate smoothly, the wanted people to go on with their meager lives not knowing what there missing. People would get too powerful and question the government about things and the government was going to run out of answers sometimes and one scientist knew this. He created this chip, which inhibits all perception of Pangaea, what I call the real world. It makes you think that you are living in the old days, around the years of the 20th century. But in reality the higher ups in Pangaea had so much more than the people could possibly imagine. They had things such as energy gas that could assimilate people completely and you would never know, they even have a way to avoid death. But they wouldn’t want you to know about that would they. They want it all for their fat greedy slimy fucking hands.
I fidgeted in my position and a scowl turned on my face like a twist piece of meat. I suddenly had the desire to kill both those idiots on this “boat” I wanted to cut up there body’s and feed them to the piranhas. Just then I heard it, the slow rumble. Ha-ha! It was time you son of a bitch. I felt the thud behind me and the two surgeons vaporize before my eyes even the boat had disappeared and all that had remained was the eternal river, by the way didn’t exist

II.

The world blurred around me grey images floating past like the boat on the river. I saw blurs of music float by in rainbow colors covered in blood. One persons face melted onto the floor and another man bent down and ate with a smile, across the way a brown substance laid on the floor and all eyes fixed on it like some great spectacle and all of a sudden a human figure rose from it and was ripped apart by the rest. I knew I was there. This was the real world. Not some little old grandma with wrinkles all over her ass crossing the road. People killing each other for no reason at all, Death and starvation were your only friends. They had taken the chip out of us. We were real. On the wall there was a saying. “Reality is what we say” so true it is. They owned everything and everything could do anything back. I figured that they would surely kill me soon because I was the only one who wasn’t completely insane. Or was I the only insane one? Were all these people acting the way you should I am the one who doesn’t know what going on. Thoughts flashed in my mind like hand grenades one wiping another out in continuous motion.

I looked back at the wall and it said “Reality is what you believe.”