We call Arlington home…
the smoke exhaust, the thinning wisps, the grinding halt of the Motor City, crumbling slowly to an irreversible destruction, and Arlington, lovely, sacred, beautiful Arlington, crouching there in the No-where- shadows, blotted and deeply seated, transparent and inexistent to the rest of the world, home to we that have stumbled upon it, born into it, weaned and raised and unafraid of its peculiarities, a place of warmth and hope, death and resurrection, and we, the progenitors and extensions of he that called himself DESPAIR, and traveled from France in a ship that sailed to America, his mind focused and fortified, bent to unleash the deadly power surging through his inhuman veins, and to plant the seed that would grow and mutate long after his bones had turned to dust, who, in stealth and calculated persistence, double-crossed his Indian benefactor and Shaman for the love of a woman – always the love of a woman; man continues to fall from the burning caverns of his very lusts – who became his wife and mothered the boy and the girl, whose name was Despaire now: through incest and youthful love they conceived and multiplied and replenished the land; the mother, the wife, the whore who committed a sacrificial suicide before their very eyes, before the children were old enough to care, and DESPAIR, the widower, educating them about the history of the city – that would be called Arlington - but was still a vast Indian burial ground for the inhuman that wore human faces and human skin, giants that were largely undisturbed for centuries, but died from a disease that they couldn't have been prepared for: (the human race in all its excess, usurpation, culmination and waste; the open –throated vomit that was spewed out from the primordial sea, sculpted by the hands of a creator, few of them even acknowledged) and here, hid away in a land rich with all manner of agriculture, but used instead to bury the remains of the remaining giants, the spells and incantations that made the land impossible to enter or to cultivate because of the curse, and DESPAIR, determined to purchase the land, not with money but with murder, to play the role of reticent-worshiper, hiding the sexual lust, the blood lust, and progenical lust, befriending The Last, the overseer of the hidden tombs, who demanded sacrifice and burnt offerings in exchange for friendship, wisdom and apprenticeship, and DESPAIR, poisoning it with the magic of his hands, and the hatred of his mind, and the curse of the giant-Shaman upon the descendents of DESPAIR was uttered against him and the land he would take, including the half human that was his wife and chosen successor who shared the same power and inclination as the giants (but was the size of a human: who was to bear his seed and not that of DESPAIR but only in fulfillment of the curse was this ever accomplished), and DESPAIR (in fulfillment of the curse by the hand of his own son, underestimating the human blood inside them both, and fighting over the daughter he never should have wanted), hoping to produce the clone of himself that would rule eternally, and rid the Earth of humans, or create a mass enslavement to those who'd find grace in the master's sight…
years passed and other families slipped inside the territory, colonizing and weaving strange effects, bringing their talents with them and Misaa and Horoonei Despaire rearing multidinous offspring; indomitable swelling of bellies and populations, leading to the place we now call Arlington – the city of Arlington, which isn't a city exactly, but a large factory, housed and stored, oddly solitary; home to world's end, all life will end by her hand --
the clone, the direct descendent, generations spawned, who carries the genetic congruity of DESPAIR who now walks among us, whose name will remain a mystery to the world, but is known to us as Melissa Despaire, the story essentially beginning and ending with her, and we, our stories, and all stories that follow will be dependent upon the fulfillment and realization of her glorious revelation…
and the dead will rise from the paved tombs of Arlington, the city that is itself, a tomb waiting to be uncovered…
