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Stealing Wings from an Angel: Excerpt Page 6
So now, stepping through my apartment window and onto the streets, I become a giant Epeiridae arachnid of indifference. My legs stretch and I now tower over the houses and apartment buildings of my New Jersey, Elizabeth, neighborhood. Marching in great spider steps I set my focus on the man across the river balancing so delicately in Manhattan. Below I hear the screams as I am looked at in horror since I am now indestructible by conventional weapons. So I march on, across the river to Staten Island. The guns rattle uselessly. The bombs only tickle my exo-skeleton.
From Staten Island, I begin my great web. I slink up the New Jersey coast connecting Bayonne to Jersey City to Hoboken and up past Englewood. I cross the Hudson into Yonkers, Mount Vernon, New Rochelle. Rearing back, I spring with my spider legs, landing in Long Island, following the border of Queens into Far Rockaway. I crawl along the peninsula to Breezy Point where I step across to Coney Island and finally arrive back at Staten Island. From there I continue the web, round and round, catching helpless little people in their little cars, little trains, little planes as the web grows larger and larger while its center shrinks smaller and smaller.
The little government calls in the military, but it is no use. The web is too strong and growing too fast to stop me from enveloping all of the Bronx, Queens, Brooklyn, and Manhattan.
Working for three days and three nights, I wrap New York City in an intricate mess of web that none who ventures out can escape.
(A brief interlude: As this manifesto is being written, I can hear the fireworks over Manhattan. It has just become 1995!)
At the eccentric center of the web I have placed the little acrobat, whom I have found has turned to stone but is crumbling away slowly, and to him I delicately attach all of the supporting cables to my great web. The city shrieks as I do this and begs from me an explanation and to them I reply this: “I do this terrible thing for the Indians, for the buffalo, for the rain forests, for Malcolm X, for the unknown soldier, for mankind as a whole because it is time we learned that all of our actions and thoughts are truly connected, and unless we think about harmony and balance a little more seriously now, the man will topple and the wrath of ignorance will be let loose.”
Concluding with a giant leap, I impale myself atop of the Chrysler Building letting man live with his doom.
(Happy New Year!)
About Stealing Wings from an Angel
Stealing Wings is the story of my life written from 1993 to 1996 as I broke away from my less-than-ordinary upbringing in the religious cult, The Way International, and stepped into a frightening new world no longer protected by the people and ideas of the cult. The tale is not for the faint at heart as it a story of suicide, destruction, and rebirth told both factually and from the fantasies created by my imagination and dreams as I attempted to navigate this dangerous change. Purchase a copy for your collection. You won’t be let down. - Christian
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