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                        B I G  R E X

In the depths of an immense, ancient cave, with towering ceilings shrouded in mystery, the air is thick with an eerie silence, punctuated only by the faint drip of water. The stone walls, etched with cryptic symbols and resembling the ruins of a forgotten city, exude an aura of hidden danger that sends shivers down the spine. Despite the unsettling vibe, there’s an undeniable tranquility here, a peaceful haven where one can hear the rhythmic beat of their own heart in the profound darkness, with only slender beams of light piercing the gloom.

As the solitude deepens, a sense of comfort envelops the visitor, allowing thoughts to wander and imagination to soar. Yet, caution is paramount in this enigmatic realm. Suddenly, a distant noise disrupts the quiet, growing louder, more menacing. The very stones seem to awaken, and from the rocky walls emerge a myriad of creatures, their forms shifting and solidifying. You can think in there, and find all kinds of things in a cave!  All kinds, but, you got to be careful! Then,  I heard it! A noise! But, I heard something? And looked, and what I saw was incredible, the stones, the rocks, the walls came alive, and I could see all types of creatures coming out of the rocks live, and they roared, and growled triumphantly, and jockeyed to be the biggest, and loudest howler, and the sounds of them howling and roaring bounced and vibrated off the walls of the cave! I knew, I knew, I knew, Goddam it, what time it was! It was dinner time! They hungry, wild and hungry, and they gonna eat you! Take a look!  They’re hungry!

I think, well I don’t know. I was a big , big man, I thought, but inside the cave I felt small, not tall at all, and it was really interesting inside cause I saw stuff! Now you know when you see stuff, you know it!  See. Me? I know it! Thats because I am different! I know I am different! I eat people! I been keeping it a secret, ever since I was a little boy! I didn’t tell my momma! I didn’t tell my daddy! I didn’t tell nobody! I didn’t tell nobody, I like bodies! I know a lotta people believe stuff, if there is a consensus. Not me! They are monkey see monkey do types! Not me!  I was in this Goddam cave, and not only saw stuff, I heard stuff, and I smelled stuff too! I smell some, something? As time passed, there was an oncoming emptiness inside.I was getting hungry!

I said as I stepped inside, the cave’s immense scale dwarfs me, my once confident stance shrinking to one of humility. The cave’s interior is a labyrinth of intriguing formations, glowing minerals, and hidden alcoves, each revealing mysterious ‘stuff’ that sparks a glint of recognition in my eyes. My expression now shifts to one of profound self-awareness, emphasizing my uniqueness as I declares and yell again, “I know I am different, “I know I am different!” My eyes glint with a dark secret, hinting at my own cannibalistic nature, this truth I harbored since childhood, concealed from everybody in the world. I always mock the conformist beliefs of others. Fools I know they be! And this cave’s ambiance grows deeply evil, dark, eerie as I remember, over and over again, all of it, sensing not just old horrifying sights, images, but sounds, the awful sounds, and smells, alone, my mind fragle, my two eyes stare, where?

What was I thinking about? What? I, I, well,  you know, you know, there’s a lot of things going on in the world! And I usually I kept my cool, but right behind my back, I heard some people talking!  So I turned quickly to look! The thing was, but, could it be? But it was true!  I saw me? I heard me talking to me!  And looked at me looking at me too, and cowboy, that was scary! I looked and I looked and kept staring at myself looking at myself! And when I saw myself, I had my shot gun Tits, in my hand, and I was looking for something to eat! I took off my hat, and wiped the sweat from my forehead, and I saw me turning and looking to the right, staring in the darkness of the cave, looking  for somebody! And then, in front of me over my head, I saw this dude hiding up in the ceiling looking down at me!I know how things ought to go! Where you want it? You wanna try to make a run for it?

 

There will come a point in life, when you must come face to face with your self, and the cave is hungry and tries to eat you!
It’s hard to see in the cave. It’s hard to. If you know you’re scared, thats hard. Knowing no one cares is harder too! But rocks spirits are alive in the cave with me! I can’t, I can’t get away from them! They’re every where!