The River Walker was tormented in a banishing chamber for the shunned. Devils tortured doubters through technology while speaking Satanic poetry. The River Walker lashed out, righteously killing. A mass of robotic undulations was observed. Everyone the River Walker touched became locked in a closet. The distortions formulated by Panic were torturous.

Righteousness was Juxtaposed by Vulgarity. Pestilence came with a Rose from Hell. A demonic configuration capable of representation became a point of view. Values failing to provide fulfillment became the norm. Simplicity gave way to complexity, creating words on the ground, picked up by followers of the Hammock Man.

“Blessed are you,” said the Walker, and the flock calmed. “I have seen it, the inevitability of slowness. I have exiled from our community all who worship gravity. Last night, a fascinating stranger came to town looking for tattoos and a man holding a shotgun in his pickup is contemplating the Speed Limit.” The story ended.

Contempt is Unholy.