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THE ANTI-NOVEL

BY JOHN PAUL ROBERTSON

CHAPTER 1

INTRODUCTORY DETRACTION

WELCOME TO THE FOLD. I LOVE THAT WORD. SANDPAPER. NO, THIS IS NOT A NOVEL ABOUT SANDPAPER, FOR IT IS TIME TO RE-WRITE THESE GOD-GIVEN RULES FOR A MOMENT HERE. WHETHER THIS BOOK GOES DOWN IN HISTORY OR NOT, THAT IS NOT THE POINT, BUT IT VERY WELL MAY BE THE POINT HERE. I TELL YOU, IT CAN BE QUITE DISORIENTATING WALKING THROUGH A RAGING CITY FULL OF NOISE AND CONGESTED THOUGHTS, BUT ALL IN ALL, THIS IS THE STORY YOU ARE TELLING. IT'S A THIN LINE WHEN YOU START TO BRING THE FICTION INTO NON-FICTION REALITY. IT'S A THIN LINE WHEN YOU START TO DISTINGUISH BETWEEN A SNAKE AND A BAMBOO STICK. HIS STOMACH WAS TIGHT - LETS REFER TO HIM AS THE INVISIBLE ONE, WHERE HE CORRODES HIS SOUL BY BREATHING IN THE AIR OF LOST DAYS, SIGNIFIES HIS JOURNEY BY TRYING TO WRITE ABOUT WHAT WAS NOT SAID. THE INVISIBLE ONE HATES THE IDEA OF GAMBLING. EVERYTIME HE SEES SOMEONE PLACE A BET, HE CRINGES. HE EQUATES GAMBLING WITH THAT OF SOMEONE WHO DECIDES TO SELL HIS SOUL TO THE BLACK MASQUERADE OF SATAN, NOT THAT THE INVISIBLE ONE DISLIKES HIM AS A FRIEND, HE JUST THINKS SATAN COULD BE A LITTLE LESS GREEDY WITH THE HUMANOIDS AND THEIR ADDICTIONS, BUT THEN AGAIN, THAT'S SATAN FOR YOU, FOR HE WILL ALWAYS GO ABOVE AND BEYOND WHAT YOU EXPECT HIM TO DO.

CHAPTER 2

AS THE FOLD CONTINUES

WALKING ADJACENT FROM THE INVISIBLE ONE WAS A SHORT MAN WITH A SLEEK BLACK HAIRCUT ACCOMPANIED BY A BUSHY BEARD STUFFING HIS STARVING GOD WITH THAT OF CHIPS AND GRAVY SAUCE. SITTING WAS A MAN BY THE NAME OF 'BIG RODGE', DRUNK OFF HIS ARSEHOLE, GOING ON 50, HIS FIRST TIME INTOXICATED, HE SHARES A STUTTER OF DISAPPOINTMENT IN HIS BEHAVIOURS. LAUGHED AND AGREED WITH, THE INVISIBLE ONE ALSO EXPRESSING HIS LACK OF INTEREST IN THE ALCOHOL CULTURE, NOT THAT HE WOULD EVER ABANDON IT, HE JUST DOESN'T SEE THE VALIDITY IN IT'S FALSE OPTIMISM OTHER THAN RELAXING WITH THE TIDE OF THE MOMENT. IN THE CITY, THE OLD AND THE NEW CONVERSE WITH SUBJECTS OF SIMILAR ALTITUDE, THE INVISIBLE ONE COULD NEVER SEE HIMSELF WORKING IN A REALITY THAT WASN'T HIS. HIS CIGARETTES FILL IN THE GAPS, HIS DREAMS SUBJECT HIM TO THE MOLDING OF A NEW PARADIGM. THOUGH HE DOESN'T QUITE KNOW THE ANSWERS TO ALL OF LIFES'S QUESTIONS, HE KNOWS THAT THE JOURNEY WILL BE A SWEET ONE. RATS FESTER IN THE BRAINS OF THE INSANE, CUPIDS REST IN THE HEARTS OF THE HOPELESS ROMANTIC, WHERE DO WE STAND?

CHAPTER 3

SEDUCTION OF A POLICE WOMAN

IF THE INVISIBLE ONE WAS EVER COURTED BY A POLICE WOMAN, HE ENVISIONED HIMSELF STRIPPING HER OF THE UNIFORM - PROCEEDING TO REMOVE HER UNDER GARMENTS WITHIN THE SIGHT OF HIS BEATIFIC VISION, AND THEN CONTINUOUSLY PENETRATING THE POLICE WOMAN ANALLY, NEXT - THE NIGHTSTICK IS SLOWLY SHOVED DOWN HER THROAT AS SHE GAGS FOR THAT SPLIT SECOND OF AIR. AS LONG AS THIS WAS ALL CONSENSUAL, THE INVISIBLE ONE COULD HOLD NO GUILTY THOUGHTS AT THIS POINT IN TIME. HE DIDN'T WANT TO KNOW THE OFFICER'S NAME, WHERE SHE LIVED, OR WHAT SHE SPOKE OF. HE DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW WHAT SHE SOUNDED LIKE SO HE PROCEEDED TO COVER HIS EARS WITH HEADPHONES AND DUCT TAPE. THERE WAS A SIGNATURE OF BLOOD, BUT OVERALL, THE INVISIBLE ONE MADE SURE IT WAS A MODERATELY CLEAN EXPERIENCE FOR HIM AND THE SUBJECT, SO THEY CLEANED OFF BY BATHING IN SILENCE. THE DUCT TAPE LEFT A WHOLESOME CHUNK OF HIS FLESH AS WHITE AS A FLUORESCENT RECTANGLE. THE COURTSHIP OF HIS MANNERISMS WERE IN CONTEMPLATION. HE THEN WROTE ON A PIECE OF CRUMPLED PAPER - TELLING THE WOMAN TO 'HANDCUFF HIM AND TIE HIM TO THE BED' BEFORE SHE LEFT THE ROOM.

CHAPTER 4

A DECADE OF SILENCE

WELL, THE CIGARETTES DON'T WRAP THEMSELVES. THE INVISIBLE ONE LAUGHS AT THE NORMALITY OF EVERYDAY HUMAN INTERACTIONS, EITHER BY DRINK, STICK, OR JUST SHEER ACCIDENTAL BUMPS. IT IS NOT SO NATURAL AS UNNATURAL, BUT THE FACT THAT HE PERCEIVES LIFE AS UNNATURAL MUST MAKE HIM THE NATURAL ODDBALL. HE THINKS THAT HIS THOUGHT PROCESS COMES FROM OUTER SPACE. HE DOESN'T DOUBT THAT EVOLUTION BROUGHT HIM TO THIS POINT IN TIME, BUT HE DOUBTS AS IF IT WILL NEVER BE FINISHED, LIKE A CONTINUOUS ROLLING BOWLING BALL. A MIND BOUND BY LOGICAL REASONING CANNOT ENJOY THE FRUITS OF IT'S DREAMS. WHEN THE INVISIBLE ONE WATCHES A MOVIE, HIS BRAIN IS SPEEDING AT A MILLION MILES PER HOUR, SO IN A WORLD OF DUALITY, HE IS TRYING TO GUESS THE NEXT SCENE AND THE NEXT SCENE, UNAWARE THAT HE WAS CREATING THOSE MOMENTS, ONE QUICK GLANCE AT A TIME, BUT IT DOESN'T STOP HIM FROM HAVING FUN. IF PEOPLE WERE BORING TO HIM, HE WOULD IMAGINE THEM UNBORING, UNCANNY, DELUSIONAL, SUBLIME, EVERYTHING THEY WERE NOT. HE NEVER WANTED TO FOLLOW IN ANYONES FOOTSTEPS, ALL HE NEEDED WAS A STARTING POINT AND A RUSH LIKE NO OTHER.

CHAPTER 5

SOMETIMES, STORIES WRITE THEMSELVES

CONTRARY TO THIS DIMENSHIONAL POINT IN TIME, THE INVISIBLE ONE NEVER SAW THE NEED TO WALK THROUGH BRICK WALLS, EVEN THOUGH THIS OPTION WAS ALWAYS OPEN TO HIM, HE THOUGHT IT WOULD BE MORE FASCINATING IF HE PRETENDED TO HAVE HUMAN SENSES 24/7, THIS WAS THE GAME HE PLAYED IN HIS MIND. IT INTRIGUED HIM THAT HE COULD NEVER RE-TRACE HIS FOOTSTEPS, LIKE THE TAIL-END OF A SHIPS PATH DISSIPATING INTO THE OCEAN, OVER AND OVER AGAIN, SO HE WOULD RECORD THE FEELINGS AFTER PASSING BY EACH SIDEWALK, BECAUSE THEY ALL HAD INDIVIDUAL STATES OF MEMORY AND HE WAS THE TIME KEEPER - REASSURING HIS FATE, EVERYTHING WAS OUT IN THE OPEN WITHOUT A WITNESS TO BARE. TUNNELS FLY OVER HIS HEAD AS TRAINS RAVAGE THE RAILS WITH SUPERSONIC TENSION. THE ART OF KEEPING STILL WAS A MYSTERY TO THE INVISIBLE ONE, EVEN THOUGH AT DIFFERENT POINTS IN HIS LIFE - HE FELT AS IF HE WAS ALREADY THERE. PEOPLE ARE BORING BECAUSE THEY WOULD RATHER SEEK ACCEPTANCE FROM OTHERS INSTEAD OF CARVING OUT THEIR OWN IDEALS. THE INVISIBLE ONE WANTS TO CARVE OUT AN IDEAL THAT WILL BE SOUGHT AFTER. PEOPLE PRAY ON CREATIVE NEGLIGENCE.

CHAPTER 6

YOU DON'T NEED FRIENDS

THE INVISIBLE ONE'S EMBODIMENT OF DARKNESS IS THE TAIL END OF THE DRAGON THAT FLY'S WITHIN THE CLOUDS. REALITY IS NOW DEAD. IMAGINATION REIGNS SUPREME. ASSHOLES BECOME THE MARTYRS OF HUMAN EXTINCTION. BLISSFUL LIGHTS CRASH UPON THE WOODEN FLOORS. TIRED OF WAKING UP TO THE DANCES OF BIGOTRY WHORES. HE WOULD MUCH RATHER BE IN WATER THAN IN LAVA. THE INVISIBLE ONE TRIES TO STOP RHYMING HIS LINES. WHY DOES BUSINESS NEED PIGS? ARROWS IN THE ARMS OF GOD. WE FALTER LIKE NO OTHER.

Text: John-Paul Robertson
Images: John-Paul Robertson
Editing: John-Paul Robertson
Translation: John-Paul Robertson
Publication Date: 09-20-2015

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