Ancient Demon

ANCIENT

DEMON

DAVID MICHAEL MEDINA

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Published by AuthorHouse    10/24/2018

ISBN: 978-1-5462-6596-2 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5462-6595-5 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2018912888

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CONTENTS

Part ONE

LONGEVITY

FRONT STEPS

Chapter 0:

Chapter 1:   A LONG DAY

Chapter 2:   HELD BACK

Chapter 3:   HELD UP AGAIN

Chapter 4:   FEELING ALONE AND ILL

PART TWO

OPPRESSION

Chapter 5:   DISALLOWANCE

Chapter 6:   DISOBEYING MATTER OF MOMENTS

Chapter 7:   EVIDENCE

Chapter 8:   CHAPTER 5 AGAIN!

Chapter 9:   TO REVIEW

PART THREE

DEPRESSION

Chapter 10:   A TRUE ONE BECOMES A REAL ONE

Chapter 11:   THE KLARZ BAR AND GRILLE

Chapter 12:   THE GHOST INSIDE US ALL…

Chapter 13:   DIEGO’S NEW HOME

Chapter 14:   HEAD RITUAL

PART FOUR

COMPRESSION

Chapter 15:   THE YOUNG TERROR

Chapter 16:   NOTHING TO DO BUT STARVE

Chapter 17:   DONE WITH PURPOSE

Chapter 18:   KISS OF RED DEATH

Chapter 19:   MANUEL SAVES THE DAY

Chapter 20:   COMPLETELY PREMONITION

Chapter 21:   A PSYCHIC DREAM CONTINUES

Chapter 22:   DAY DREAM TODAY

EPILOGUE

PART ONE

LONGEVITY

Once upon a time there was Norwick…..

FRONT STEPS

Everyone loves someone. Everyone endears strength to an equal type. Everyone is given a promise, except everyone like Joeseph Broadford. Foresee the truth, they tell them to say when they see him. Brood seek advice, they say unto them. appear madamoisselle, they told his brood. Everyone guided the departed girlfriend with him to the next step: seek advice! No one could have, they said.

Seek him next time, they witnessed. The next time they see him he would be a famous man in the hills of Beverly.

CHAPTER 0:

1)

Where the world began and where it still may seem to be, I loved her? He thought. Avangelizing territorial marks. Remarks, I mean.

Every one seems to say that he’s mean, not me, you of course, Lionel. Lion oil, I meant. (Every one quotes death in their entry of tomorrow, sue em and see sinner trait. What a fool you have been. Sue I ain’t the fool that betrayed you, two and both. Sinisters snuck the way we were between you and I.)

2)

People where it still seems. People imaginate. People of color a wrote this part first. (A period of survival completed itself complete. Imagining a written seller. People came first and imagined a dwelling. People see things and imaginate to them. People are boresome without faith. People of a claim die, mercy killed easily them churchaholics.

People who read it die it. If they suppose the world may end for them because they get betrayed by the book of mights. People are Lucifer when it comes to sex scenes in book and movie form. There really is no reason for cheaters in the game of where-have-you-been. Beware of the circumstance called ‘bewilderment’, those of the many who have cheated faiths.

Seclusion we all dwell, living is my hell.

The old neglected pseudo hood of man and wife. Pseudo adulthood of Rock man versus cheated faith. Why oh why have you gotten yourself so far beyond adult manners, they said. Because you killed the Romper Stomper-faith hood you would have claimed, Tara Smithers.

The one’s who have cheated have put themelves into play paper traiting taragator.

They abbreviate sky hood with adult man and trailer park the market with adult supervision.

That is how unique sexhood has been. It abnormalizes chief man fate.

REMEMBER: You have got to speak the truth. KLATU VERATTA NIKTU is in bed with the golden jealous daughter of Satan. Now. Speak the truth again. Verratta. Begin questioning now. Satan is now jealous.

CHAPTER 1:

A LONG DAY

1.

After a long day of work in the town of Napa, Diego cashed his check at a Mexican market carcineria, and spent a fourth of it on an iced soda, and a pack of Pall Malls. A bundle wrap of dope was the sworn debt he paid for but the truth he told a lie to her before hand, he made a late dinner reservation with Bella; his girlfriend, his bitch you would call it, Bad is a talk we preferred as solid rock comments, because we flirt too much, he said to the cheerleader at Front Street. Keep your blood in your head trait.

He forgot his cell phone at home, sure enough, one thing has gone the other way. He could tell. People flirty to him. What’s the nonsense for? She could be making us fall for it, don’t you think? He lit up a smoke in public and wouldn’t you guess? A homeless person saw him. Smoking is a subnormal way in making good friends, however in flavor and taste. But sucks at honestly competitive associates. They want one when you have fat cash and nothing to give. On the other hand you’re free to go, but nowhere in particularly.

It’s flat in the soul of here and then, now and when you are going to be here and let children beat you thin. These kids here know neccesity when they say ouch" and God that ain’t safe here (you got to look where you are going to reach citizenship or eat it). GOD HATES YOU, MORONS. The economy shallows a lesson to deserve. Sharpened scissors and skank rappers in the crib.

Hallelujah morons!

The sun going down reminds Diego to hide his smokes and hurry up on the beat and track. It takes an hours worth of stomping on the sideviews to get back home from E. Tabor Avenue. Diego takes the short cut that wound past the cemetery and the secure-me-to-the-reservation-dearest hospital of mylanta Georgia.

("Watch out for those stray animals, boy), the voice of his old man rang through his ears. (Boy, you know what you did, son? You past the state penitentiary on the worst to do list. You bargained a gift to that… Miserable piece of shit.

He points at the air, into the sky, Why are you so important? Bitch.

That did it.

Fire fetched his iris’s. Bad people routine talking him into peace and slavery thinking, thoughts, and his…

His grandfather spoke to him the final night he had died on.

You drew us into a foreign dialect thingamajig, grandpa Elvin said.

His hoisted clothes manifested a time space continuous wording on the type written material labeling. The size and shape manually described clothing fit Size B clothing bit Sashuan’s Clothing Dealers. He hit debris with the spanks and found dirt clots on the side of the street name Folk St. narrowing San Francisco drawing maps like Fogelbert said, "Me want rights here, too, Amigo.

Points twice the size of mount Helgenberger’s trophy and wins dart games for somewhere so twice in a row like a big gulping sensation. Be ago, Diego twice the size of San Diego’s city. Twice the fun you already have been, bitch. Now look down, look up, and now schmooze a tight looking dress shirt and Heman awaits us.

Gimme wrath and a tender shortcomings, and do nothing but sit it worthwhile, eat a tit, now please. You rotten toothache, go away rotten toothacher.

There is something under the blankets. Son of a beers resignate there, says you. Someone’s here tonight boy, a sun in the sky, a pig you are. Speed through a new high enough altitude at the speed of light like bridge to be buried though the high enough fountain range and hereby float on the suns glowing surface you mangy little fool type a boyish girls type a figures religion type and a restaurant type of fool players might sink an egg across river valley like Mon to ray singing bat set to free a warehouse design like potbelly boys bagging fool mints a curious quality amends to make because of you and any others point to be out there someplace that ought to not be slinging violence someplace out there curse if a cue elsewhere hadn’t made a point worth a new design to be amended with name Beak. Sorcerers tale complete with edge sometime ago, a fill up pan of plain templates ought to do us good. Hey, where are you cow? Speedsbergers allow it so you can flagger at the door or some man at the window. Because everyone is a bad surf chalk at any surface. Conditions a yellowish, tomorrow is a bluffing type of witness who is making a self purpose or a drawing to leak a Spanish games play. A name of another who like Margeret’s peace, everyone now blueish yellow with current stasis red like apathy redder and Conie Island material will now not be. Give us a new governor the standing few back during a chosen matter. Be a boney clique and enter a heavy download fool like tiger who loves the dolphins, and impliment like co-change yesterday he hides from, us and them. For us there’s nobody like they who can sit on us or we have driven from to the midst where all of us stand pat, just like children you see every day. Now can take you there… Plus a few papers a trade in spot the world will have a new autograph against you and your privelages. Not is the wherabouts within you tigerlillies dragon hostage mother pearls percentage and ratio clinicians type I a run through awareness issue a threatening persona I rapped about long ago. They will ignore you and I both in temperaments quality like beings that a go beyond tracer beam of light I go from them I peak at a chosen few there where tithings make a keen conclusion for the rap about it types, and singing does them both a bill to pay for them. Bullies do not stand a chance in hells paper readings like blimpy did, and worth it like the chimpanzee where Arnold flips the bitch at us twice enough to long hold any withstanding chosen fools like you and bitch folds at you the type of thesis that wasn’t recorded. Be on best regards with possible mayhem thieves on bewilderment guard and best regards type of thieves matchings like fools like you death, Ingmar Bergman wrote a few like death with us types like being dirty underwaters in Capital City. Hills have eyes again tooth and nail beings people of earth we come at you beasts of pornographic nature. Please stay home tonight. Thanks. Be with you at the doors.

I’m cute to the world, player to be, I am moments to persecute for winning fights around here. I cannot be conquered ever again. Rabsy man and I will finish killing you soon beith the time for massacre a dwelling, suddenly a dweller hoaxer making man kind diminish their own kind. Smiths will be devoured, player to be soon.

Every kind may have delved the topics of stupid manhood beingeth a dwellers rage form and a mass murder type of argument being a clever hoaxters developmentally a blond and blind Jay’s artifact. Kill a Goodman too while you are at this type of phase.

Calibury street, the next stop. Each fate mankind persists with dominations.

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Diego entered the home on Calmont Park Road and spent time elsewhere for the moment, a bad dream persisted upon a youth type of man, at this being a way to respond diligently proclaims a mind of high aims and preclaims mannerisms foreclaims high adultery advice for no one. The table looks broken, now that every frame appeared to be smashed to pieces and everyone else included gone. Away. And everyone included dismayed and broken from his past forethcoming. Away they were, gone and far off from here. It smelled dangerous to be concluded from here, that could be wrong here, deceived by his highest hopes they appeared to be. Question your own confidence next time. Stay clear from me now.

This deserves to be the moment of deserving beachcliffe bagger miner contentment, shit man. A lot of favors secluded here for most sakes with safe keepings here and now again. People here jiff at a peculiar rate than most people deserve to starve for, "What is the deal, star wars fan-type? You jizzed on a plate and called it afternoon grudge beholding familiar escape routine after grudge whore milking plates to be retinue in plate fare bitch sue a bitch by far so many dog witted personnel’s imporium hidden dwelling, and a forbidden man counciled for hidden truth delinquency frame of mind made sadsome scorns to be taken to of account for lost subjects figure specks. Glowell hidden some form of his dwellers from himself and douse a cable club sandwich cord and die. Permit first, questions next stupid film score club man sugar foots the doorman. A keeper of seven keys man.

A paper joy on camera. Certain film students are stupid enough to galore a film on cavity searches, a type of bran muffin nobody shits about and club a gore flick to spice up analysis to wave a type of hidden glue and in spite of your only fair to go plug your instruments details and club a go when the pubs are closely related to each other, spikes a drink or two and flubs a decent man to show how bad you were when every so flattering object hits the bedroom twice; and finds that nobody’s related to each other now. Spike hidden gloves. Camera a show tone in, now. Serve it retinal wise camera gore fan pics. People gay by day, speaking of women, often than not creed awareness of guilty ladder man shits twice and never through it enough in the boy meets man world. You’re all a matter to be explained by Jesus. He was a point by prerogative that only ghosts detail in ghostlike people. Speechiness that day might have enthralled with him might expell karmic results do not inflow do not explain type of revenue sure not carry enough of lights, camera, flawful, failed attempts to reconcile them both together at the show.

Adam’s dead.

Point at the sky and prey after you nonsense him both and we rather not say it’s true. Point to it and all else fails to be exactly like he was. Continue bawling games to be exactly like him not to be portly order man. Sort a different manly type of figure that don’t stand against us both, frequent hazard has them both till the ending current. That time may wink at us all. Failed has answered you both. Naughtily miss molly. Hit the hay. Scram wimpies!

Boy hit the hay, now.

2.

Embarrass a policy to forego a man slavery camp type of dwelling sponsors of a different moving van shoots the haste forth glowing man synthesis of a growing man founders of the legitimately ill suffers twice the million who fewer less than boy good knowing and fewer good to name with sponsor flea bargain twice the price of faith hood, to now and save for now, man am I good for now.

Diego awoke in pain in bed. Bladder gone crazy the instant the morning awakens here and heroically men can endure sudden types of crimes sadonistic as can be thou art I a man.

Cheese on a plate for dinner, then awakens as a mouse would have screamed for, dikes. Like a man he would be can’t possibly consider this frowvein a lesson to piss for, from this lesson. Possible thrills, less than auto biography statements less than would compromise him dearest would suddenly trans pass an auto biography hood and rather smash escape again.

I’m impossibly coherent to this mess I am obligated to which stands before me and you. Can’t ever solve a problem over night with you of course. Can’t possibly be of name value to which cannot be by name sake or probably be of name sake keeping. Game over possession. Weekly reel of the programs lined up for a possible breakthrough, a background check would do if this man ever would completely space away from domains as an alien photography student had before hand.

Has anyone ever escaped time with you of course dad Delle (Brown for short)? Everyone’s positive you can’t make a picture bad dad from mars. Frown man…. Frown for good even more so. Anyone care for coffee anymore?

No shitheads. Coffee is famous material. If you go by it you’ll shit your nose