A Poem Or Song Lyrics Extracted From The Portal.

Birds flyin now 

I’ll tell you how I feel

I drink a coffee

But the coffee isn’t real

I’m grinning now

But the feelings are not real

I’m overjoyed and devoid

This onion needs a peal 

Appealing to the masses 

Lost in the translation

My mind is an antenna 

I’m lookin for a station

Radio on 

Fill up and then I’m gone

Then it’s back to sit at home 

Watch the tv what is on 

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A Document Extracted From The Portal.

It was All Hallows’ Eve in the desert. The full moon would be visible by night.

When I saw the lizard filling the gas cans, I knew we were close. He filled the final can and placed it into the open trunk. There were 3 total. SLAM. I waited until he disappeared into the opening in the wall of dust, the mouth of the desert.

I proceeded on a slightly different course, of course. The portal was discovered at noon. Better yet, the key, which hung next to a stone angel, was obtained at noon exactly. The key was the portal, but the note, which contained only a name and a number, told me the treasure waited on the island. I collected the key and drove east.

A 3 or 5 day journey: the path was simple, though the journey was treacherous. Things would grab and pull at me the entire way. It was somewhere near the arch where my battle would occur. Kicking and screaming, I was drained. Beyond my survival, that story contains no further significance.

I knew I had reached the island when I came to the bridge. It hung over a marsh, the likes of which I had never seen, and a beetle, about the size of my hand, fingers included, hung above the bridge. The beetle, unusually large, was enshrined in pure gold. Frozen in stillness, his buzz still hung in the air.

Proceed to the cabin and unlock the door. Use the key. The key is the portal.

The key made a sliding noise as the locking mechanism was rolled to the left before, “CLOCK,” the bolt removed itself from the equation. ENTER.

I entered the cabin. One room. Wooden floor. White walls. Sun lit. And a treasure chest.

It sat in the center of the room. I collected the chest. Holding it in my hands, thick black ink leaked from the cracks between the wooden pieces that assembled the container. Soon my hands were covered. The ink dropped from my hands onto the previously pristine floor. A puddle formed around my feet.

Excessive amounts of black ink pooling around me. I began to sink. I opened the chest. I stared inside. It’s contents clean, no signs of the black ink.

When I looked up, the shine was bright, and it was hot. Sand now replaced the ink puddle where I stood. Furthermore, it extended further than I could see in every direction.

The key is the portal; I was now uncertain what side of the portal I existed in. I would hang the key next to the portal and I would return with the chest.

NOTE: The document, “Black Paint Drippin,” another document extracted from the portal, contains similar mentions of a black ink/paint like substance.

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A Document Extracted From The Portal.

I lay in a blissful slumber.





I hit the ground with a force so powerful, I was nearly certain I had arrived in the form of a comet, hurling with the power of 10,000 years of life weight into the hard barren landscaped of this deserted land.

Even given the treamendous force of my cosmic impact, more painful was the suddenness of it all.

One moment. 

Entangled in the loving beauty of nothingness. 

The next.

Cast into her furocious depths.

A smoldering wasteland of hot clay and vastness.

Her piercing golden talon the only reminder of her powerful presence.

Note: Another Mention Of The Desert, A Theme Among Many Of The Documents Extracted From The Portal. Is This An Arrival Story?

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