We were together for days. That look never left his face. Something in the air or some other nonsense like that. He kept asking me 'if I could hear if' or something like that. I didn't know what he was talking about.
He said he had gone to the quack about it, but he didn't believe him and said he should just listen to sounds to block it out. He didn't care for that answer and said that the sounds were coming from the outside inwards. He kept looking to me for support, but I couldn't help him at all. I couldn't hear a damned thing. He said it sounded like a 'round wave' and then later that it sounded like machinery or something like that. I was starting to worry about him.
We were in the southern part of town having a drink one night when things seemed 'quieter'. I asked him if the sound only seemed to come from outside. He looked angry, thinking that I was not really the support he thought I was, and which I wasn't anyway. I tried to mollify him, but he was not in any mood for consolation. I said that we were friends and that I just wanted to understand his troubles, but he didn't say anything. He looked like he was right at the bottom of a deep hole.
About ten minutes later he picked up the napkin from the bar, took a pen from his pocket and started writing furiously. Then another napkin, then another, then another. Eventually the woman behind the counter noticed and wondered what he was doing. She gave him a waiter's pad and he continued writing.
I asked him what he was doing. He said that the sound that now speaking to him and that he had to wrote it all down.
Alarmed, I looked over at one of the napkins. When I saw what was written on them I was alarmed. It was a prophecy, but unlike any prophecy I had even heard of before. You'll never guess what it said.
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Titles conceived, composed, arranged and performed by Mike Dickson
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