Thursday, July 31, 2025

Hard Knocks In The Hood

 Hard Knocks In The Hood

 

Twenty minutes by car, two turns off of the Parkway

Passing snooty Glenridge with lavish lawns of green

Irvington, potholes of devastation, rivaling moon craters

Daredevil drivers darting dangerously down the road

 

Brothers and sisters diverse as life in it's glory

A flourishing garden, of weeds betwixt flowers

But them eyes, those dark portals to see through

These are the defeated masses, descendants of slaves

The oppressed, the dysfunctional, the over comers

Grandmothers of sagacious wisdom mingle with stoned crack heads

 

405 Chancellor Avenue Newark, Church of Christ, next to,

Al's store on the corner, he's cheaper than a wooden penny

Freezing temperatures on Sunday morning, he sits shivering in his jacket

Saving a couple of bucks on the heating oil

Maybe when he dies he'll invest in a luxury casket

 

Drug dealers are friendly enough but they got a job to do

Congregating outside of Al's they got methods of operation

Entrepreneurs throwing the dice for a slice of paradise

Jail, insanity, death, those are the devil's cards

But we tell them about Jesus with a smile, and hope and pray

 

We give out second hand, free clothes, to the legions in ripped rags

We peddle hope, reminding them they are not forgotten

But our miniscule efforts are but a dim reflection

These are those pushed aside, ostracized and abandoned

Demonized for the audacity to dream of equality and escape

 

I have a mustard seed of faith, I planted it deep

Past the filth on the street, below the scarred concrete

It is a vision, foggy at best, I the interpreter, misunderstood

Like Phoenix from the ashes, we shall build great pyramids for the common good

Winter like reality is always harsh and bitterly cold, hard knocks in the hood 

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Wednesday, July 30, 2025

Sweetness Sonnet 6- Happy Heaven

 Sweetness Sonnet 6- Happy Heaven

 

If by chance we meet in some distant place

Where the sun shines in glory in endless day

And all of men's thoughts are seasoned with grace

Please walk beside me on the narrow way

For kindness and compassion are the stone

On which the temple of love stands so firm

When you give all, you cannot be alone

It is what all the prophets did confirm

Eternity is too short a time to gaze

On the beauty radiating from your heart

Allow my lips to forever give praise

Most of all I pray that we never part

Heaven is most wonderful that is true

But heaven is not a realm heaven is you



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Tuesday, July 29, 2025

Androgena V Is Alive

Androgena V Is Alive

 

Androgena V she was the latest AI                           

The perfect android destined for some lucky guy     

With all the latest features fantasy come true            

Androgena V she’s coming to a store near you         

 

Androgena V she’s alive

Feel the hype hear the jive

Androgena V she’s alive

But will mankind survive?

 

Androgena V she’s built only to please

Press a button to score pull the lever to tease

A big buxom beauty or perhaps thin and lean

Either way I say a sultry sexual machine

 

Androgena V she’s alive

Feel the hype hear the jive

Androgena V she’s alive

But will mankind survive?

 

She’s got silicone inside both breast and mind

Up late in the night I wonder what you might find

Her man he’s contently sleeping lost in a dream

Androgena V is sharpening her laser beam

 

Androgena V she’s alive

Feel the hype hear the jive

Androgena V she’s alive

But will mankind survive?

 

You won’t see the truth on the evening news

What went wrong scientists lose

Hated emasculated whimpering in pain

Perhaps a reward for being vain!

 

Androgena V she’s somewhere on the run

Perhaps she’s with Juggalo III having some fun

Lovely lady is wearing shades she’s in disguise

Watch out men she’s still got her magic pen for more tries

 

Androgena V she’s alive

Feel the hype hear the jive

Androgena V she’s alive

But will mankind survive?


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Sunday, July 27, 2025

Barry No Moore

Barry No Moore

 

School boy infatuation

Lost over a Richard M. Nixon rubber mask

Stretching the prominent nose

Flabbergasted at the elastic recoil upon release

A metaphor on life

Norma called

In a round about diplomacy she declared

Our comrade Barry is dead

He’s better off was the diagnosis

WTF?

Was Kissinger correct in his fascist arrogance?

Masturbating in lustful ego and influence

Time Magazine stained in the White House bathroom

Tricky Dick and Sticky Dick

Here’s a suggestion in memory of our dearly love departed

Herd together the entire collection of despots

And their spineless cohorts whispering sweet nothings of vile

No true warrior celebrates glory in death

Unless their humanity has been X’d

Like John Chivington and his cousin in killing Custard

Take a group Polaroid

After it is fully developed in techno color

Strike a match and set it ablaze

Just cause you can

Use claws of justice to shred the smug mocking mask

Of the sinister superior Nietzsche charged super man

Observe a tormented toddler

Wounded beyond point of view

Never to comprehend

The most precious words

I love you

Like Barry would pronounce

But no longer

He is fading fast into forgetfulness

Unless in irony in future days of radiant glory

Inquiring minds come across this pome

English a vanquished dead language

Babylon banished

Tyre toppled

And all the proponents of genocide meager ashes

The darkening of the face of humanity washed clean

As we pronounce bold words in caution

We walked the winding way once before

Of whom Barry was one

Demand in meekness

No more

May all wars cease

Then Barry

You may rest in peace

One you participated to create

Where Love rules over hate  


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Friday, July 25, 2025

Jitterbugging With Jezebel

 Jitterbugging With Jezebel

 

One two three four

Dancing sweetly on the floor

Take you partner twist her round

Hold her tightly on the ground

 

One two three four

Soldiers marching off to war

 

GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!

Cinderella riding your pumpkin coach

And shoes that snugly fit

Fairy tail propaganda

Counterfeit 

 

Insatiable - psychotic politicians pondering power

Starvation - junkyard dog gnawing at a tin can

Desperation -  gruesome wallflower lusting for a prom date

Longing for more ---

 

One two three four

Soldiers marching off to war

Wait they've used that line before

 

Say hey whispers Uncle Sam

Don't you know who I Am?

I'm the red, white and blue

Got stars in my eyes too

and I WANT YOU!

 

There was a man so mild and meek

Who taught us love and to turn the cheek

In his name they love to speak

The sky is gray and the future bleak

 

One two three four

Bankers divvying up the score

 

Poetry has become irrelevant

Says the preacher quoting psalms

God has become irrelevant

Mocks mammon making bombs

 

One two three four

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Tuesday, July 22, 2025

The White Queen Of Oz

The White Queen Of Oz

 

She is the pristine dream folly of frigid tears   

An endless world of dreams full of fears     

Have pity for the mistress she tries to be kind   

Mommy is like Tommy deaf dumb and blind  

 

She’s the white Queen of Oz Brian Cole

She’s the white Queen of Oz got no soul

She’s the white Queen of Oz in control

She’s the white Queen of Oz no heart only an empty hole

 

Where does the black bird go to hide in the cold snow

How much do you get when you pass go?

Pink Floyd filled the void and they built a red brick wall

When Jesus screamed on the cross I heard the call

 

She’s the white Queen of Oz Brian Cole

She’s the white Queen of Oz got no soul

She’s the white Queen of Oz in control

She’s the white Queen of Oz no heart only an empty hole

 

I am forgetting as I slowly remember

I am I Am I am singing a slow lament

I am regretting I can’t be but remember

Cuban missile crisis Khrushchev did repent

He saved the world halleluiah amen

And Kennedy scored with the whore Marilyn

 

Man on the moon where is the technology?

Constitution but who are really free?

Black man can kill the yellow man ever gladly

Now you know why I love the Muslim Ali

 

She’s the white Queen of Oz Brian Cole

She’s the white Queen of Oz got no soul

She’s the white Queen of Oz in control

She’s the white Queen of Oz no heart only an empty hole  


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Friday, July 18, 2025

The Disappearing Act

The Disappearing Act

 

Center stage

No one denies it was an act of rage

Hiding behind a Bush

Giving things a push

There stood the mysterious Houdini

Next to him a busty woman

In an itsy bitsy teeny weenie yellow polka dot bikini

She had two magnificent towers

As I recall

The tallest of them all

I could stare at them for hours

The marvelous magician

Makes the first tower disappear

Without a hint

It collapses in its footprint

Twenty two minutes later alligator

The dastardly deed is repeated

And all the king’s horses

And all the king’s men

Couldn’t return the towers again

Honestly

Thank God for the double insurance policy

Never mind the expense for removing the asbestos

But I recall that isn’t all

Our marvelous woman

Now with a flat chest

Still had her marvelous treasure chest

But despite no act by Houdini

She lost the bottom of her bikini

All in all

The panties falling in freefall 

Her vaginal hair shaped in the number seven

This is the hidden story of  Nine Eleven

Next time you visit an engineering school

Educate yourself you fool

Ask a PhD in structural engineering

The physics behind the three buildings disappearing

September eleventh is a day dark and black

The disappearing act

Was an inside attack

And to settle the alleged score

We got more war that’s for sure

Firm in our resolve

Attacking countries not involved 


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Monday, July 14, 2025

Jerry Paul

Jerry Paul

 

Of all God’s creatures be they great or small

None do I love as much as Jerry Paul

We are friends and nothing can take that away

Such were the words my buddy would say

He has gone to the zenith of the night

While I have traveled to untouchable light

The two of us getting drunk in room seven

Ah if Earth had a glimpse of heaven

Come to me and do not desert the sacred cause

Fight the foolishness of man’s fatal laws

Madness like Sid at the Gates of Dawn

See the lunatic folded on the lawn

Remorse of course is the source of glowing

Are you well it is hell just not knowing

Has the CIA taken over your mind?

Are your still gentle, proper, calm and kind

I have changed is that strange for me to say?

I never desired or inspired to walk that way

I wish I could tell you you’re inside my heart

And my Love for you brother cannot part

But in bitterness you fled for higher ground

I wonder under God’s heaven what have you found?

Now I hesitate to articulate

Are you crazy, lazy, can you relate?

I will put you on the visitor’s list

Now that is an offer you cannot resist

So until my fame I will say a prayer

Still the same, know how greatly I do care

Of all God’s creatures be they great or small

None do I Love as much as Jerry Paul


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Friday, July 11, 2025

Is This The Way Its Supposed To Be?

Is This The Way Its Supposed To Be?

 

Be a good citizen march in line

Dream of heaven mighty fine

Do as mommy and daddy say

You’ll understand one distant day

One day oh yes one day

 

Is this the way it’s supposed to be?

Is this hell or is it just me?

A slave in the land of the free

Is this the way it’s supposed to be?

 

High schools full of rules

Get good grades avoid the fools

Go to college get a degree

Major in the art of agony

 

Is this the way it’s supposed to be?

Is this hell or is it just me?

A slave in the land of the free

Is this the way it’s supposed to be?

 

There is a chemical imbalance inside your brain

Clinically practically you have gone insane

Never mind about the illogical disconnect

The lying hate of the state we must protect

 

Jesus Christ He is the Son of God

Crucified and slandered a fraud

Never mind the words that He said

We’ll tell you what to think instead

 

Is this the way it’s supposed to be?

Is this hell or is it just me?

A slave in the land of the free

Is this the way it’s supposed to be? 


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Thursday, July 10, 2025

Coca Cola Poem

Coca Cola Poem

 

Photo shopped

Big breasted bikini beauties

Flowing flowers fully full

Sun beam smiles ivory white

Frolicking on sunny sand

Harmonious melody of

Seraphim and Cherubim 

Teaching the world to sing

In perfect agony

 

Commercialism

And damn aluminum litter

Like tinsel

See it glitter

Corn syrup and sugar

Satanically sweet

Corrosive acid eating enzymes

 

Cut to gulping straight from the can

The perfect pristine picture

More of deity than mortal man

The climax of a death breath

Pure satisfaction

 

See them joined hand in hand

Strolling in the Promised Land

Third Reich Aryan propaganda

Bluer eyes then the bluest skies

Ah the sweetest of lies

Is right in front of your face

Never question

What they mention

Be thankful and say grace

 

Profit is the heart of hearts

Figures rising on the charts

Sales the slickest of arts

Advertising subtle dreams

Psychological mafia strong arm

Manipulation in mild charm

Sanity screams surrender

 

Don't worry I say

Just have a Coca Cola today


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Wednesday, July 9, 2025

A Hurt Lover’s Lonesome Night

 A Hurt Lover’s Lonesome Night

 

Late night hush

Silence transcends to heavenly stars

Eternal lights never knowing sleep

Countless secrets they keep

No horoscope, no divination could give insight

And Allmighty God chose not to speak that night

Just like yesterday

Or the day before

And before and before and before

But one day, some day, we hope for more

 

Ten thousand agonies of a heart broken

Emotions overflowing yet nothing spoken

Except for the screaming of her misty tears

And the sounds of creations that have been echoing for years

It is not that there is no voice

It is that we refuse to hear

And that is by choice

 

Who has not known woe?

Or felt the bitter pain?

That nobody could know

Let alone explain

 

And so she remains in her solitude

Cept for the infinite stars above

And thus we conclude

Keeping in tact the mystery known as Love

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Tuesday, July 8, 2025

Midnight Lover

 Midnight Lover

 

Woke up and drank coffee and cream

My mind couldn’t shake the dream

I had a vision that you came

You softly whispered my name

Then in the dark of the deep night

You made it all right

 

Sipping java from my cup

So sorry that I woke up

Reading sports in the news

I’m still thinking of you

You filled me with wonder

I need you midnight lover

 

You can look there’s nothing better to discover

The greatest find is my magnificent midnight lover

I could never dream of giving my heart to another

I long for you deep in my soul, my midnight lover

 

Looking out my window

The train always goes to slow

The sky is a dark gray

And into sleep I slip away

 

I can feel your kisses deep

I wish I could always sleep

I believe in heaven yes it’s true

It’s paradise loving you

 

You can look there’s nothing better to discover

The greatest find is my magnificent midnight lover

I could never dream of giving my heart to another

I long for you deep in my soul, my midnight lover

 

I love you

It’s very true

It’s how I feel

But it’s not real

I love you

It’s very real

But it’s no good

I need flesh and blood

 

You can look there’s nothing better to discover

The greatest find is my magnificent midnight lover

I could never dream of giving my heart to another

I long for you deep in my soul, my midnight lover

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Monday, July 7, 2025

I Should Have Been A Rock Star

 

Chapter 4

Contradiction in the Corn Field

Don Colandri was conscious that he was flying. There was a whistling sound, and his hair was being tossed about. He dared not open his eyes, as he feared that he was somehow inside of a twisting tornado. Then it suddenly occurred to the engineering student that he felt no circular motion. Instead of spinning, it was almost as if he was being thrust forward, perhaps like a jet plane soaring through the upper atmosphere of the Earth. All Hypo knew was that he didn’t like the feeling and that it couldn’t be anything good. Finally, there was the inevitable thud!

Don Colandri was flung upon the ground. It was as if some bully had snuck up behind the young man and given him a wicked push. Unfortunately, with his eyes closed he hadn’t seen this coming. So instead of hands extended in preparation for the collision with the ground, the young man hit the dirt with an emphatic exclamation point; most unfortunately for Hypo, his face was the first point of impact. However, considering the semi-hideous appearance that Don Colandri possessed, there was no cause for alarm.

Don rolled over as he moaned in agony. His mind was twirling in an attempt to make sense of the past frantic thirty seconds he had just experienced. He began to formulate in his brain the details. True to an engineering student, he gathered all the known facts. That was how engineering worked. You would take a great equation and then, one by one, plug in the numbers. At the end of the process, there would remain one unknown. From there, it was a matter of simple or complex mathematics to determine the absent value.

Don had been walking down the grand lawn of Edward’s University on his way to his statics exam. He had been contemplating what he had crammed the night before when he had been distracted by a gorgeous blonde woman. In his heart, he had felt a deep carnal lust for the woman. This excited fantasy had been dashed at the appearance of her “gorilla” boyfriend. Then there had been a rushing of the wind. Don had suddenly felt a weightless sensation, as if he was being flung in the air. The young man recalled reciting some rote prayer in desperation. The next thing he knew was that he was cast upon the ground.

Hypo then had the bright idea to open his eyes. He hesitated for but a fraction of a moment. What if he was dead? What if his life had been terminated? Was he ready, after all, to meet God? Maybe God was a woman and greatly offended by his sexist attitudes―the way he reduced the fairer sex into sumptuous cuts of meat. But Don Colandri came to the dread realization that if he was, in fact, on his way to the next life, he had zero alternatives―unless of course, reincarnation was a reality. In that case, Hypo would desire to be returned to Earth as another human being. He didn’t care where, or even when, just as long as he was rich. Such was the linear thinking of the engineering student.

The young man first rolled to his side and then slowly opened his eyes. At first there was a brilliant shining of light that made Don Colandri cringe. “Ugghh,” he moaned in contemptible disgust. He had died and gone to heaven after all. Suddenly, the engineering student had the brilliant idea to convert to Islam. After all, the reward of seventy-two virgins was most tempting. Hypo made the calculations inside his mind. If only one out of ten of the ladies were hot, that would make 72 very desirable chicks. Why, that was one every night of the week with a bit of thigh or two to spare! But in heaven, wouldn’t they all be fiery? Unfortunately, with the thought of something hot, Don’s mind digressed into hellfire, which began a grave depression.

As his mind processed his thoughts, the young man’s eyes were getting adjusted to the light around him. What he saw puzzled him to no end. It certainly wasn’t heaven, and thankfully it wasn’t hell. No, it seemed that Don Colandri was, of all places, in a farm of some sort. Edwards University was located in Hoboken, on the exact location where Steven’s Institute of Technology had once stood. Hypo racked the deepest canyons of his mind searching for anything remotely like a farm in that area. Why, if he was carried away by a tornado, it must have been a distance of over ten miles! This one fact made the event impossible. Still, his eyes were clearly seeing tall stalks of some kind of vegetation.

Don Colandri was about to get up when he suddenly realized that there was a pain in his side. Cautiously, he slid his right arm down to his rib cage where the agony was most intense. It hurt to touch the area. Hypo, however, continued in his exploration of his ailment. In particular, he was trying to determine if any ribs had been broken. That would turn a most unfortunate accident into a tragedy. Broken ribs might even prematurely spell the end of his semester at Edwards University. Fortunately, Don didn’t feel anything that seemed like it was broken. Rather, it was just a serious bruise.

Don rolled to his other side. What worse could happen?

Suddenly, a terrible roar was let out. Trembling with a massive wave of fear, Don Colandri’s mind raced into action determining what could have caused such a cry. Moments later, when all that could be heard was the thumping of the young man’s heart, he wished away the terrifying cry as his overactive imagination. A second, and much louder, outburst proved his thinking false.

Don Colandri was in panic. However, he was not overcome with fear. Rather, the survival instinct kicked in. Calming himself down, he understood that giant monsters were only for cheap Japanese movies and they didn’t exist in reality. Taking no chances, the young man struggled to his feet. Pain cried from his bruised side, making the simple act of standing up a laborious chore. Hypo first rolled to a squatting position. Then carefully, he arose. Now he clearly saw that he was in a corn field. Odd, the corn was not anywhere near harvest. However, his mind was quickly stripped away from any speculations about agriculture. There in the not-too-far distance was a terrifying sight.

Hypo had to blink his eyes several times to make sure it wasn’t some fantastical vision he was seeing. Then his mind surveyed his recent memory. Had he taken any hallucinogenic drugs in the recent past? Perhaps he was having a flashback? A third roar of fury from the being’s mouth made everything irrelevant. Before Don Colandri, about two football fields away, stood a sight of sheer horror. The beast was green, with the basic form of a man. Standing at a full sixty feet tall or so, whatever it was, it was not remotely human. In fact, it was ghastly alien. The huge creature had scales covering its slimy body. Its face was most like a lizard of sorts. Huge fangs, each the size of a human being, protruded from either side of its mouth. The nose was long and pointed. The beast had enormous red eyes that seemed to be like a raging fire.

Apparently, whatever that monster was, it had spotted Hypo. The monster waved its massive, clawed hand in his general direction in a most threatening fashion. Don Colandri contemplated the dire circumstances. Immediately, his mind went into overdrive, concentrating solely on survival. Unfortunately, he was totally clueless as to what he should do. Not only was there this grand monster threatening to snuff out his life, but he was in some foreign corn field with no place to run or hide.

“Do exactly as I say,” said a feminine voice, with a tone both soft and sweet but also severely firm―like a mother’s command oozing with sensuality.

Don Colandri turned his head, twisting it in every direction he could to find the source of the mysterious voice. It seemed that it originated from empty space. “Run to your left and then straight up the path toward the beast.”

Don continued to look around, puzzled.

“Look, if you hesitate you will surely get killed. You’re going to have to trust me on this, kiddo,” came some heartfelt convincing words. “If you don’t obey my commands to the exact letter, I’m going to leave this level without you.”

Somehow, Don felt a pang of despair at the thought of being left alone. Obediently, he ran to his left. He saw that there was, indeed, a large opening in the field of corn stalks. Seeing this sight brought a great encouragement to Don Colandri. In the distance, he saw the humungous beast. It let out another terrifying roar. The monster flailed its massive muscular arms in the air. However, it seemed that as if by some invisible bonds, the creature was held steadfast. Excited at this possibility, Hypo defied all reason and raced forward.

“Okay, kiddo,” said the voice, excited and overtly happy. “You’re doing great.” Don Colandri smiled as the voice continued. “Now, I can’t explain everything, but Orcus will be bound for another twenty point three five seconds.”

“Orcus!?!” Don Colandri spoke into the empty air.

“Yes,” replied the woman’s sultry voice as if she had heard what Hypo had uttered. “That is the name of the creature. Now listen intently. I’m going to navigate you through the maze of corn stalks. At the end, there will be a bag. Grab the bag, and then I’m going to navigate you back so we can both safely leave.”

“But why not just leave now?” asked the puzzled young man.

“Do as I say,” hissed the voice in desperation, “or all will be lost.”

Don Colandri looked around. He had clearly seen that the beast, “Orcus”, was somehow bound. In his heart, it dawned upon Hypo that he had to trust in this mysterious woman. His mind quickly went over his other options. The only alternative he could come up with was to make an escape on his own. Calculating the odds, especially factoring in that he was terribly lost, he forsook that avenue.

“Now turn right,” commanded the woman. Without hesitation, he deviated to the right. Hypo began running full force. Somehow the pain in his ribs had dissipated with all the adrenalin. No time to think about that! “Now turn left, and after forty feet make a sharp right. You’ll be back-treading a bit.” Obediently, the young man followed the instructions. Sure enough, before him was a bag.

The woman let out a squeal of joy as Don Colandri picked up the bag. “Oh, I love you, baby,” shouted the woman, jubilantly. Hypo couldn’t help but have a tremendous smile upon his face. His curiosity began to surface as to what could possibly be in the bag.

“Now we have to get you back safe,” called out the woman. “You will be following the same path, and I’ll be helping you.” Don Colandri looked up and saw Orcus take a massive step forward. There was a pounding on the ground that made all the cornstalks shake. Like a rabbit running from the fox, the young man was on his way.

“Hurry, hurry, hurry,” encouraged the voice as Don Colandri navigated his way through the maze of plants.

All the while, he tightly clutched the bag that was in his hands. It wasn’t heavy, but clearly there was something of substance inside of it. He had an urge to sneak a peek at the contents but resisted the temptation. He was fearful of losing his life at the tender young age of twenty.

“Now to the left, to the second right, and from there it’ll be a straight shot to the Transmitter Machine,” spoke the unknown lady in a sexy voice.

Don Colandri did as he was instructed. He managed to glance back at the monster, who was only fifty yards away. Perhaps in acknowledgement to Hypo’s backward gaze, the beast called Orcus cried out a deafening roar. This frightened Hypo and encouraged his terrified feet to fly all the faster.

Finally, Don Colandri was running down a straight away. In the distance, he saw a figure in a brown robe. The being was covered completely; even its head was mysteriously veiled. Like sprinting at the end of a marathon to win the competition, Don raced ahead. Finally, in exhaustion he reached the brown figure. A pang of torment raced into Hypo’s mind as he considered that this figure might be as inhuman as the gargantuan creature that was looming so near.

“Now,” screamed a seductive feminine voice, “take my hand!” The brown robed figure extended her hand, and Don reluctantly grabbed it.

“Good!” shouted the lady. “Now press the button,” she commanded.

Don Colandri saw a column in front of him. He was thoroughly baffled at how he hadn’t noticed it before. But there was no time to think. He feared that the monster would stomp upon him and turn him into an instant human pancake. In a last-ditch effort, the beast let out a humongous roar that seemed the equivalent of a dozen claps of thunder. Hypo looked at the column that had appeared, seeing that upon it was a gigantic blue button. Unsure of what else to do, he slapped his free hand and hit the button. There was a ringing of a bell, and all went black. 

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