|—||'The Death of Existence' by Judah Spechal|
This is Avonte Oquendo.
He is 14
He is Autistic
He cannot communicate verbally
and he has been missing for 11 days now.
There is a $70,000 reward for his safe return.
Anyone who sees him or has information is asked to call 800-577-TIPS.
If you live here in New York City, you can’t walk anywhere right now without seeing a picture of this little boy. It’s heartbreaking.
May he be found safe and returned to his folks who are no doubt suffering.
This isn’t a hoax people. His story has been on the news almost every night since his disappearance. I just watched the report a few seconds ago and thought I should share this on my dash.
If you live in this area, keep an eye out.
Remember, he is severely autistic and can not communicate and has no survival skills. He can not ask for help. He can not tell you his name or where he’s from. If you find him you are to get a hold of him so he does not wander away again until police arrive.
The sound was familiar, thou no one wanted to be reminded of it.The only thing comparable are the tips of your fingernails rubbing against the coarsest sandpaper.
His constant scratching was not only shaving off dead skin, but chunks of flesh as well. The creatures at his feet were pleased and full. Most had to lay on their backs.
Sadly, or fortunately for him, Chris’ senses, including touch and sight, were disconnected. Only those unfortunate souls
connected to him shared his discomfort.
Everyone had lost everyone, including oneself. We struggled for connection where we could connect.
As Chris scratched the last piece of skin & flesh from his body. I’m left to ponder his last philosophical thought. “Why did we created ourselves?”
Such deep philosophy Chris and I shared with sarcasim. At which we attained hearty laughter; in jest.
Now such sarcasim quickly dissipated when the reality that inspired such a philosophy is before one. No time for one to build a personal constitution to lean on.
As I bore witness, I struggled to swallow. It was just an ounce of the reality needed devouring.
I tried standing, but I was full. So I laid on my back.
FOLLOWING BACK EVERYONE
The fallacy of humanity is that he is god of earth
The hubris of humanity is believing he controls the life of the earth
preserving the earth is a reality
not for earth’s sake but for humanity
Though the earth is best preserved without humanity
When the snake reached hell, he is encountered by Satan’s Keeper of The Gate, Fred.
"How did u get here", Fred asked?
I ate myself”, replied The Snake
"How did u do that", Fred inquired?
"Tail first", he replied.
Fred’d eye is glued to his left index finger, which is sliding down the page of the ledger to the next question. His right hand, the lover of words dipped the feather in ink as it feverishly documented the exchange.
"Why did u do that", Fred asked?
"I was the best option, The Snake replied.
"But u’ve eaten yourself out of existence", Fred informed him.
"Duh", The Snake said callously. “Of course I have. That’s why I am here.
Btw, what’s for dinner”?
"I am not sure you will be staying," Fred said, as he closed the ledger and took his eye off his index finger and looked at The Snake.
"What", the Snake screamed?
His mellow demeanor died as he comprehended each of Fred’s words.
"What is existence when a snake can’t find a place in hell", the Snake asked?
"Your question is quite philosophical ", Fred said. “Consider if u may, their is a possibility u may consume us. As such, hell would reside in you. Unfortunately, that’s where Satan’s drawn the line. No one but he shall carry the burden".
Fred’s right hand, the lover of words was please with his choice of eloquent words.
"Ok", the Snake said accepting his bleak plight. “What r my options"?
"Option", Fred said raising the level of bleakness for the Snake. “U shall rein in the desert".
"Rein", the Snake asked smiling? “As in king & kingdom? I’ll take that".
"The desert it is", Fred said.
As Fred’s right hand, the lover words was writing the word is of his statement, the snake was slithering across the well manicured sand of the desert.