Queen’s A Psychotic

By Chen Dushek

This manuscript is a work of fiction created entirely from my wild imagination. Unfortunately, I imagine God wants His messenger to deliver His message, and I feel bad for you MFers, because you thought the messenger was here to deliver you a message. Anyway, hurry up and read this fast. God isn’t sending anymore Zions, angels, Messiahs, Left hands, right foots, messengers, nothin, Nathan, nada, ya feel me?
I’m here to deliver a message back to God. He done. Nothing to say at all. I hope you’ll understand the gravity of that, because last time he sent a messenger with a message to share with the humanoid-inhabited planets, he brought plague, drought, famine, and crushed a global empire just to make sure He was heard.
This time, there’s no message; just plague, flood, drought (at the same damn time), and a global decommissioning of all defective units across the universe.
Believe it MFers. Check with your correspondent. I don’t die. I don’t lie. And if you don’t listen and do exactly what I suggest, you can kiss ya asses bye bye.
I tried nice. Nobody cares. I tried reasonable. Locked me in jails. I even tried scare tactics, MFers play dumb, like “how do we know you really the most dangerous being in the universe? Your so small and frail! Like a sissy! God sent a sissy to scare us! Hahaha!”
“Haha covid killing is only phase one. God will send wave after wave of nanodroids until even the trees and fish are turned off.
“So, what? Fack it then!” everyone agrees.
“Right, yes, we can sit and wait for God to kill us like an adult throwing away a child’s pacifier That he’s outgrown, or...”
“Or what?”
“Or read the fucken book MFer! That’s why we in this shit! I ain’t your king. I ain’t your God. I ain’t your creator. I’m not even your messenger. I’m just here to let God know when to stop sending deadly plagues because He Will send them forever until even the rocks and magma turn to dust.”
“Da fcakk!” you say.
“It’s worked in the past. I’m not saying it will this time. The odds are not good. But God is Good, Great, Love, Truth. So there’s hope. On the downside, if even one single person disses this, then everyone can forget it. It’s all or nothing.”
“The whole planet?”
“Planet? MFers! The whole black box he’ll universe! Trillions of planets!”
“God don’t play.”
“Not with micro-hate-murder-humanoids. No He do not.”
“If someone can’t afford a copy, email, text, AirPlay, NFC it to them. Don’t worry about copyrights or money. Just read.”
“He bluffing!” they all say.
“Crucifying Jesus was the last straw. Other planets came to teach peace, you shot down their aircrafts and dissected their ambassadors!”
“Yo I’m a tell ya right now, iA null lie kitty is kill owe inns Duck ree eight oars hen ding day dilly dizzy eases foe roll.”
And if nothing else, you can boost your brain’s capacity for processing more than one thought by enjoying my phonetically intertwined honomynously introfused new style/sub genre of sorts within my fiction.
Anyway you slice it, it’s either my way, or My way. I suggest we all choose my way, cause God don’t give two funks bout a robot fight in a Black Death box. Ya heard? And My way always wins. So, choose my way and read the book. Pay a dollar If you want, or it’s free if you don’t. Share but don’t preach teach or plagiarize.

I am Chen Dushek - incapable of lying

Not inappropriate for minors - but readers 16 and older only unless they already corrupted, then you better give them a copy

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chen Dushek
• Release date: Jun 18, 2020

Chen Dushek

No glamourNor glory,Just short storySo, sorry,Words no more.Nothing to score,Poor promisesDarkness endure.Nobody winningWith even one sinningFrom the beginningJust deception and liesSurprise!Happy endingNo more rules bendingStep one we mendingHatred never endingReturn sender to sourceSimplicity of courseManual that shepherdsMasses of lightRemaining anonymousSans broken promisesRead before you decideThe purpose: peaceFirst draftMasterpiecePrior planningNot withstandingGrab holdHappy landingIt’s all or nothingJudgment closeSelf actualizedGlobal gold standardOr galactic disasterBut children deserveTo be free.Listen yo, don’t kill the messenger. I personally don’t care, but we tried (repeatedly) and holy fukken shit pissed Him the fukk off. Also, in terms of war and collateral, God always wins and not even memories survive.

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Copyright

(C) 2020 All Copyrights Reserved

This book may or may not contain fiction in it. I’ll be honest with you, I honestly have no idea. I like to think of it as a fictionally-infused biography that intertwines truth, or my version of—which of course means it would actually be the actual truth for a refreshing change—with imaginated constructural elements sporadically sprinkled with little regard for anybody’s feelings or my own safety.

That said, these are my words. I wrote them. If you paid to read them, then do that. That’s what happens when you buy a book; you read it. You don’t listen to it; have someone read it to you, or misquote my hilarity out of context to try to bite my flow with some turkey jive; you don’t make copies, you don’t distribute copies, you don’t email or airdrop or messenger, or tweet or share or repost or any other shenanigans like some has been trying to resurrect Jesus superstar at the battle of Gettysburg address on the muddy side of the pond preventing me from realizing my dream of life, liberty, and the avoidance of happiness.

Finally, and I’m not totally sure this falls under the realm of copyright, but most of you skip over this part anyway, so first, I applaud you for being so anal retentive to read the copyright like it makes any difference or somehow prevents some ass slap from plagiarizing my work and really just amounts to us both wasting valuable seconds of our lives on the most worthless, ignored, and dismissed section of any publication anybody’s ever read or written, and second, let me be perfectly clear that this is a work of pure fiction, and any similarity to any persons or property now, later, or back in the day, is not only coincidental, and any similarity is more coincidental than than a tooth made out of nickel.

And that is why publishers don’t allow fiction authors to draft the copyright page. I feel like we’ve all learned something here, though it’s value is most likely too small for any currently available measuring devices. So, having said all that, let me conclude this copyright gone awry by saying if you steal my shit or plagiarize my work or bite my style or fart a limerick in a way that displeases me, you’ll find out the very hard way that I don’t play when it comes to my writing, and there’s nothing I’ll be able to do about it other than piss and moan n this frontmatter. Don’t test me; because I won’t like the results. And again, fiction writers should obviously never write their own copyright pages for reasons that are now both obvious and self evident and perhaps we should throw in disastrously alarming just to be safe.

Dedication

My friends, my brothers, countrymen, the global population: I was once like you. Well, let’s not go insulting you. I was once lost and blind. Then God spoke to me. I was chosen. It could have been anyone of us. I’m not God. Neither is our creator. But the true Creator spoke to me. So with that, I think it’s obvious that I dedicate this manuscript to you; all if you; each of you. No matter what anybody tells you. No matter who judges who and claims to know what God likes and doesn’t like. The truth is God loves us all unconditionally, and we each need to individually rekindle our love affair with God, and later I’ll explain the difference between God and our creator. Remember this: I wrote this to help us all equally find peace and love here and now. So, just hear me out, and it will all become crystal clear including the solution I will propose to save us all.

What I found—what I believe I have stumbled upon—is the meaning of life. We all search for meaning in this world. Finding the answer isn’t always what we expect. Some parts of this manuscript will seem harsh; some negative; some downright hateful, but I’ll tell you this, and I hope you remember this: I wrote this book for you. I dedicate this book for you. So, don’t give up on me. Don’t let the meaning get lost in the message.

I didn’t ask to be a messenger. I don’t want to be a messenger. If someone could take this responsibility from me, I’d greatly appreciate it and proceed with my suicide plans circa 1988. But God loves you. God hears our prayers. There is an answer. And the creator who has imprisoned us cannot win; he will not win. he is not God. Also, I am not a messenger. Okay, let me stop me right there, because this is bordering on some serious blasphemy. The truth is that we have been tricked by a false creator and the true Creator, the one true God exercises patience and forgiveness while we continue our insults and assaults, like a child throwing a snowball at the sun. I’ll circle back to that a little later towards the end.

I don’t want to belabor a simple dedication, but I want you to remember when my words seem to be steering the message off course; there is a method to my madness. There is a reason for every single word I wrote. I spent over a decade putting this thing together, so that it would have the exact desired effect and impact that we as a planet need in order for us to return to heaven (without dying), because whoever convinced us that the only way into heaven was after death was a liar, and I feel like an idiot for having believed it all this time. That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard (now that I know it’s not true—also, I’ve not only heard stupider; I’ve also said much stupider on a regular basis). Did God have to die to get into heaven? No. God is alive right? Yes. (Forgive my blasphemy) And God is in heaven correct? Yes. So, God is alive but everyone else in heaven is dead? That doesn’t make sense. Let’s let that sink in.

If you think that’s the great revelation I had to reveal to you, then you better sit down and strap your seatbelt tight, because what I’m going to share with you is going to change everything you ever thought you knew. Truth is, it will change what I think I know now. Yes, these words are mine. Yes, I’ve been writing for over a decade. And yes, I’ve thrown out thousands of pages since then. Just remember this: (don’t) read every word. Read this book to the very end. Don’t skim; don’t skip; don’t speak my words for me as if you were elected to preach the truth. Just read and shut up and then wait. If someone wants to know, they’ll read this just like you did. Wait for what? I don’t know. We’ll see. Either I’m right, or we’re trapped here. I’m hoping I’m right.

And no matter how offensive or arrogant or obnoxious I may come off, just remember that I wrote this book for you, and it is with God’s love that this message has managed to reach us. If it was up to me, well, let’s just all be grateful that it’s not up to me, because when God says to do something, you do it. Truth be told, God didn’t tell me to do anything. The only thing God ever said to me was This is My voice, and to this day, I have no idea why or what value that offered.

Okay, for the record, this is the worst dedication ever written in a book in the history of existence.

Introduction

I write a lot. Most of it is just the wildest fiction I can imagine. And I have quite the imagination. I think imagination is that thing they take away from us when a child becomes an adult. Suddenly, we accept what we’ve been handed in life and forget all those silly dreams we had as children.

I’m like that in many respects, except I didn’t forfeit my imagination when life unraveled itself into the path I followed. I used to read a book a week when I was a child. I would get lost in the magic and before I knew it, page 27 was page 247, and I was only a few chapters from finishing another book. In all cases, that moment when I realized how many pages were left was also the moment I fell out of the fiction, and found myself sluggishly marching to the end without any magic to carry me.

Then I found those choose your own adventure books. The novelty was cute at first but quickly wore off. There was something to the concept that didn’t translate into the publication. I think there could be a lot more to that if someone put in the effort. Turns out that was grossly more complicated than I could possibly imagine.

About a decade ago—maybe less—I found the exotic thrill of the authors from the roaring twenties, but amidst my mischief in uncovering my written voice, I refused to read other books, as the risk of being influenced was too great. Graphic novels took their toll on me however, so what follows is a mishmash of a pulp choose your own stream of consciousness with the philosophical touch of no free will (read: no choosing your own adventure).

So, this is where I’m at. In the interim, I’ve been on one hell of an adventure pretending to be crazy, and almost going crazy in the process. That however is irrelevant. This isn’t a biography. I believe books should be an adventure thrill ride from the first word to the last word. If this turns out that way, great.

Let’s begin

I’d love to say some nice, kind, heartwarming words that will fill you with love and joy and remind you how wonderful it is to be alive, and so that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

There is however the matter of the truth. Truth has a way of remaining true no matter how many people believe it is not or try to convince others or each other that it is not. I’ll be honest with you; it’s actually a serious problem.

The problem with truth is that no matter how much someone lies or deceives, the truth continues to remain true; as if taunting us with its supreme power over deception.

So, I am going to say nice things, just not right away. I know this is not the way you want to start our adventure, but neither do I. Unfortunately, nice is boring, and sin is in. So here’s what I propose: as you read my book, the words will become true and the story will unfold into reality. In other words, by reading this, we are going to make this book come Alice in a manner of speaking. But as promised, I’m sure I’ll manage to say something nice before the words end, even if just by accident.

I was never a good liar even when I was a child. I simply was not taught to lie. And now? Now, I couldn’t lie if it would save my life and prevent an evil witch who has taken the form of a sweet christian girl that she murdered from killing my angel of a puppy all those years ago and falsely imprisoning me for crimes that anybody who knows me knows I would never commit.

That said, this is an introduction not a whine and complaint forum for the minor inconveniences in my life that I suffered and made me stronger while others throughout the world suffer real hardships and losses.

But we all suffer losses eventually. That is the nature of our existence; isn’t it? Seriously, I’m asking you a question; I don’t know if it is or not. Or do I? Okay, fine, I do. See? I am a terrible liar. But what’s even more terrible and terrifying is the truth.

However, the only reason the truth is so horrifying is because we have been living a lie for so long that truth has become no more discernible than any fiction story I read as a child. But it doesn’t have to be terrifying. It doesn’t have to be horrifying. I mean; yeah, it is, and it will be, but that all depends on your perspective.

The reality you experience is a direct result of the reality you perceive; or more importantly, the reality you choose to believe. What you see is what you get. I like that expression because it is true in all cases. Later, I’ll explain how this introduction isn’t completely crazy.

Realizing where you are—where we are—can be a terrifying experience. I have stumbled upon the truth. I have found the meaning of life. I have managed to connect all the dots across all the various mysteries, legends, folklore, myths, and fairy tales. What I found out is by no means an easy pill to swallow. But I will promise you the following.

When you read my writing, you will hear or feel a bell or ringing go off in the back of your head. That sound is what happens when you hear the truth. Truth is a rare thing on this planet. So rare in fact, that it has become commonplace to accept the fact that everybody lies. That’s complete garbage.

God is love. Love is truth. Therefore, God is truth. And if God is truth, then a lie or untruth is an act against God, an act of an anti-Christ. Please remember that, and remember that forever. A lie is an act against God. Telling a white lie is just a selfish act, because it only relieves the burden of the liar from having to tell the truth.

So, why read this book? That’s a fair question. In all honesty, I hope you don’t read this book. I hope you put it down, go back to that