The House of Bachuss (pronounced BACK-ooze) excerpts JENKEM (C) 2018

"I believe that being creative has two spiritual paths. These paths are of God, and of the devil."-honea byrne
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“You mean jenkem,”  Jenkem is a cheap man’s high. You mix urine with feces in a bottle. Let it ferment for a while. Then you huff it to get high.

“So do you want to hear more about the owner of this place?” The Man With No Shoestrings asked the group.  Most of them had heard his stories before. Many residents and workers,s of the drug rehab, thought that The Man With No Shoestrings was the owner.They thought that he was undercover to take on a more personal role. He seemed to do whatever he wanted and he disappeared from time to time only to come back.

"He landed on something soft and mushy. When he came conscious, he was overcome by the smell of feces. That story he had heard as a child about when the devil is around there’s a smell of sulfur. He also remembered a church service when someone asked Jesus what hell was like he compared it to the garbage dumps of Gehenna.

His eyes stung horribly. Then he smelt urine. He opened his eyes. He was lying in feces and urine. The smell was so all pervading that he could almost taste it, then realized that his mouth was filled with shit. He did the unimaginable and swallowed the waste products of an unknown quantity of assholes. He started to feel strange, visions started to appear before his eyes. He was suddenly transported to another dimension. He didn’t recognize his surroundings, two moons were above him in the sky. He didn’t recognize the constellations. A strange winged beast hovered above him with bat wings that beat the air against his face. The worst part were the teeth of the open mouth of the creature, like a row of daggers, dripping saliva on his skin, raindrops of hunger, and he was about to become a demon’s meal. He closed his eyes and said a fox hole prayer. It had been years since he had addressed his maker, forgetting about God when the times were good; that time had passed.

‘I’ll let you live if you bow down and worship me…’ The beast said. He opened his eyes and saw it grin. This was no dream; this was happening right now. He rolled over and got on his knees and bowed his head.

‘That’s more like it. I will grant you power before I send you on your way. You will have money and influence, but you will have to send me a few snacks. I think you know what I mean.’ The beast said and laughed.

‘Victims?’ He asked.

‘NO! I want volunteers, tainted souls have a more savory taste.’ The beast said. Suddenly, he was surrounded in a blinding white light. He lost consciousness. He awakened in the pool of shit and piss with a new attitude. He had a mission in life. He would be the pimp of the god he had discovered.’”

...and so he let out another desperate prayer to his God. The God who loved him unconditionally. He was having another memory. He still didn’t know if it was his own.

 It was a church service. The minister had a pointy goatee, and a bald head. He wore a Black suit with the middle preacher section of the shirt red, “ Moses saw a flame in the distance. God called to him.”

“God please help me. If you help me this time I’ll do whatever you want,” he cried out desperately. The memory continued, “God called to Moses,” now he was in the pews. He was the only one in the church, “Just as God is calling out to you!” The preacher stared into his eyes as if he was trying to get inside of his mind, “You’ve been in the demonic sphere of gluttony.”

“Follow me,” the preacher shifted into a light. Then he opened his eyes. He saw a light at the end of the tunnel. “THANK YOU GOD!” Thus he ran to the light. From a distance it looked like a plant on fire, a burning bush.

Then he was in front of his burning bush; a marijuana plant that was twenty feet high. The plant was a hybrid. The product of pills, cocaine, liquor, marijuana, and other unknown things fermented in human feces and urine.

The Man With No Shoestrings spoke again, "You see human waste isn’t the only thing in the sewers. There are also things people throw away that they don’t want anymore. Their energy on these objects always stays. 

There was a blinking pale green light blinking in the tunnel. They were running through and on the sides of the tunnel there were more objects people had thrown away.

Some of the things he saw; that gave him thoughts and memories of others:

He saw a broken cassette tape with the ribbon floating in a stagnant brownish puddle. It was an older couple. They were driving in a car. ‘I got you this for your birthday. Remember this tape was playing in the tape deck in the car, on our first date.’

He saw plastic flowers. The man put flowers on his wife’s grave every anniversary.

He saw a nude woman pin up from a porno mag, ‘What’s the use of having a woman when you got porno…’ the psyche ward resident said trying to sound like he was joking. He was trying to hide his shame.

He saw a scapula blade rusted. When they stopped bringing him dead bodies to his funeral home he just walked away. The pale green flicker light filled his mind with the last cadaver the mortician worked on.

‘Who are these people I keep seeing? Do I know them?’ He asked.

‘They are what you are now. You lost yourself someplace.’ Then the girl stopped running. He looked at her perplexed. She began to grow taller. Her skinny limbs began to morph into muscles. Her chest expanded ripping the night gown.. Wings came from her back. The last shape to morph was her face.

‘You again?’ He asked the devil.T

he devil laughed, then disappeared.”