Unidentified

By Chris Gulino

Highly ingenious and intensely piercing, Chris Gulinos Unidentified brings together reality and fantasy in a dark, twisted world. It follows one mans thoughts, molding him into what and who he is and framing his political beliefs to his unique philosophy of love. It traces his psychosis and sickness to a way of life in which the system he lives in has subjected him into. In reality, it is a growing problem that many people can relate toan actual condition in society that many are too embarrassed to talk about it with others. Are you ready to face the truth?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 13, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483634739

Chris Gulino

Chris Gulino is a writer born in Buffalo, New York on August 19, 1970 and now lives in Las Vegas, Nevada. He is a 43 year old Italian American who lives with his girlfriend Loretta Hembre and their soon to be born son Anthony Christopher Gulino. He enjoys playing drums and singing in his local Punk Rock band Urban Disposal and playing backgammon on his free time. Other than that, he is a very busy guy………..

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Copyright © 2013 by Chris Gulino.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Rev. date: 04/29/2013

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Contents

Foreword

Prologue  Close Encounters Of The No Kind

Chapter 1  Ghostman

Chapter 2  Rat Poison

Chapter 3  Unparallel Universe

Chapter 4  Worlds Away

Chapter 5  Learning To Crawl

Chapter 6  Alpha Fail

Chapter 7  Immobilized

Chapter 8  Telekinetic

Chapter 9  System Reject

Chapter 10  Unfinished Business

Chapter 11  Slow Death By Lethal Injection… .

Chapter 12  Morgue Sweet Morgue

Chapter 13  Unidentified

Final Word, Dedications, And Acknowledgements

Foreword

This book was written between 2006 and 2008, right before and at the very beginning of the great economic collapse of America with the exception of two newly added chapters, Alpha Fail and Unfinished Business that were written between August and October of 2011.

A question may arise as to why it took so long to complete this reading. You see, I was first supposed to be a musician and to this day occupy a good portion of my leisure time still making music. As far as making a living at it, I eventually figured this would not be a good idea in such a hard and competitive industry. In 2001 I started attending college for film and screenwriting and soon figured out that this industry was just as hard to break into and even more competitive. So my double major goal focused upon film and anthropology transferred mainly upon anthropology alone. My childhood dream of becoming an archaeologist was conjured up once again. As one of my professors perfect students, his letter of recommendation was one of the main reasons why Ivy League U.K. Universities, University of College London (UCL) and the University of Liverpool had accepted me for the 2006 academic year. I settled on the University of Liverpool. It ended up I never got there.

Due to the credit system that America is solely and exclusively dependent upon, my country decided to leave me out in the cold and refused to make me eligible for a private loan I needed to continue my education based on the fact that my credit was not high enough at that time. A mind is a terrible thing to waste and the people who run this country are the counter example of that, but that is a different story… .

Instead of going from living with my uncle in Buffalo, N.Y. in 2006 to Liverpool U.K., I suddenly did not know where I was going. I was stuck in limbo and soon after, is where I came up with the idea to start writing this book. In late 2006 and early 2007 I moved to Orlando, Florida to live with my brother briefly but found I could not find substantial work there. So what happened next? I landed a job with a small construction company in Las Vegas. The same city I grew up in which I thought I would never see again and longed so much to escape from. Yes, shitty Vegas; the land of no opportunity for creative people.

At the end of 2007 the small construction company laid me off and soon the business collapsed and went under as one of the first victims of the depression. This was the beginning of the great recession of America. I quickly went from aspiring archaeologist with a goal of eventually obtaining my masters degree and possibly a doctorate to an unemployed nobody in a town that would hold the highest unemployment rate in the country.

The answer then is that I did not have access to my own computer printer until 2011. When your unemployed and have no money, every cent becomes crucial so that you can eat and keep a roof over your head. Even a small task such as spending a little money on a printer would have meant the difference between living indoors or on the street. Luckily, I eventually acquired the small means to purchase one.

THIS IS NOT AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY, but mainly a combination of fictional and non fictional events and allegations based upon a character I created who sees things and has views about a world that is very evil, corrupt, and twisted. This contributes to the thoughts of one man, molds him into what he is, and traces his thoughts through his political beliefs all the way through to his unique philosophy on love. It traces his psychosis and sickness to a way of life in which the system he lives in has pushed him into. In reality it is a growing problem that many people can relate to, because this condition truly does exist due to the way that the powers have programmed this society to think, although many are too embarrassed to talk about it with others. In a nutshell, this reading can almost be described as how this lab created system of our society destroys people who do not conform, protect, or excel to the standards it expects every human being to do.

Before I left Florida in early 2007 to come back and be thrust into the non escapable cesspool which is Las Vegas, I had a somewhat of a down in the dumps conversation with my brother and mother. I was very depressed about not being able to continue my education and follow through with my desired goals and did not know what I was going to do with my life. Everything had taken a turn in a totally different direction than I expected. I made a comment to my mother how I would like to at least make a mark upon this world before I leave it. Being in my gloomy mood, my brother didn’t exactly make the situation any better by jokingly adding that I WOULD INDEED make a mark on this world… . like a shit stain in a pair of underwear.

As I look back on that comment he added, it now starts to make more and more sense. If this reading becomes too truthful for people or rubs them the wrong way, IT CAN BECOME DIRT OR SHIT to some. Maybe people would like to wipe their ass with my reading, and that is fine, as long as they buy it first! If you buy my reading, I could care less what the purchaser does with it afterwards! Use it for toilet paper, use it to start a fire in your fireplace; I don’t really care, as long as you made good use of it in your own way! You see, that is the first step on making an individual choice and thinking for yourself regardless of someone else’s opinion! For people who do like it, it shows that you have an open mind. I will be quite the honest guy I always am though, this read is not for everybody, especially the faint of heart.

So… . without further ado… . open this thing up like a toilet bowl lid, and stick your face in the shit. Time to make my dirty shit stain mark upon this world… .

Prologue

CLOSE ENCOUNTERS

OF THE NO KIND

Are you prepared? Do you have the balls to take the journey? A journey into a place where most dare not to go. A walk into that dark forest. A place spawning with the unexpected and the unknown. A walk into a place with no provisions or protection, except for your only weapon. A strong and open state of mind, and of course your fearless sanity. Perhaps some of you might cross your true self lost in that dark wilderness. Some may or may not find their way out. Some may get attacked by predators of the psychic kind. Some may stumble upon strange lights. A luminous sub field of the consciousness. A trivial factor of the supernatural. Whether they are malevolent or spiritual guides come to bathe you with wisdom laden enlightenment, it’s just your luck of the draw. What was it that the late Jim Morrison once bellowed out in his last artistic triumph of modern audio tragic Greek theatre? Out here in the perimeter there are no stars; out here we are stoned; immaculate.

Yet, there is no question for those who don’t find their way out. Chances are you will run into something you least expected. Perhaps that courageous, loyal, and unselfish soldier who once wore his heart of gold on his sleeve as well as the purple one on his uniform. Still, after all he had done for others, the lives of fellow soldiers and strangers he had saved from certain death, he was left alone on the frontline of the battlefield carelessly to die a horrible death. Maybe you’ll run into that mental ward patient, tied up tight and secure in his straight jacket. The man that claims doctor’s diagnosed him as terminal while he attests that he is perfectly sane as he screams out obscenities and lashes out with demands for his release. He adds that it is not he who is insane, but rather the people who imprisoned him there. He continues to elaborate in his defense that it is they who are the true nutcases that don’t understand him. Or maybe we will unfortunately cross that serial killer who lurks ever so slyly in the shadows of the night. His fresh, sharpened blade occasionally catches a glimmer or reflection off the light of the moon. You think you see something out of the corner of your eye there somewhere lurking deep in the darkness. Finally, you settle on the conclusion that your mind is just playing crazy tricks on you. You begin to walk on again, but with his speed, stealth, and slick agility, he makes his footsteps blend right in with yours right down to the precise step and pitch. Before you can think twice, he has snuck right up behind you undetected and slices your throat. You fall to the ground in a fresh and quickly gathering pool of blood and die in a matter of seconds. The media will never understand the killer’s motive, but there is always a deeply imbedded purpose that triggered the murderers actions. Many times it is for the wrong reasons against the wrong person. However, this particular murderer has killed because society who so to speak, paved the road to where the unfortunate murderers destiny would go. A person who our killer feels is an important factor who coincides with the molding of the psychological infrastructure in human society today. But society does not want to understand a killers mind through therapy or rehabilitation. They just want him caught, and ultimately to pay the price and penalty for his heinous crime; death.

One thing is for certain as you embark into the depth of this dark forest. It is inevitable that you will become encompassed by the ultimate source of isolation within the confines of this dark void. The only light that may barely subside your fear are strange and hypnotic multicolored lights that transcend the deepest parts of your mind. You may have never expected to stumble upon them at all, and whatever is behind them thought that you would have never found them in this sheltered and secluded cornerstone nestled in the deepest depths of darkness. You may walk ever so slowly toward them, intrigued by the mystery in your trance like demeanor. In time you will notice a change within yourself. It will bother you to a point where you must seek council and a premise to get to the heart of what is causing these strange feelings within yourself. You finally agree to go under hypnotic regression to find the true problem. To you shock and awe, the truth is rather disturbing. You have become nothing more than a specimen for a lab experiment of a higher order. The pain, suffering, and emotional disorder has finally crossed your path at your own expense, and countered you face to face. Your unexplanatory loss of time has now been accounted for. This material that you have brought back with you on your strange and eerie journey now serves as physical proof that you have actually been there. A surreal and raw trip indeed. This material now serves as your tracking device in your conscious outside world. Everything from here on out in your life that you encounter in your world can be traced to the deepest roots of human nature touched upon within the content of this material. Your consciousness will slowly begin to unfold as you study current events of the world to the most minute essence of human behavior. You will begin to see clearly every element of what was mentioned here within the human personality. You will begin to see their outer behavior that they only wear like some hideous theatre mask of Greek antiquity emanate from the roots of their soul. Eventually you will build up the talent to pick the everyday person apart psychologically, like a puzzle. Whether they choose to get reassembled again is entirely up to them.

Be prepared to face terrorism of another kind. The kind of terrorist action that strikes without remorse at the human psyche and refuses to let up until it consumes every atom of your body like a contagious cancer and dismantles your faults and somber mentality piece by piece. See things the way they really are, raw; untainted; uncontaminated. The way many truly are and the way many truly feel, but were afraid to broadcast your dark message for fear of facing the prospect of public prosecution and humility.

This crusade of courage could prove to be your personal communion and repentance or the dark demon that eats away carnivorously at the core of your soul. It may hold you hostage unrelentingly as you scream from inside and make a desperate plea for the burning truth to release you back into the unconscious plastic utopia. Your personal space and the matrix of your comfort zone will be shamelessly violated and bombarded by devastation and ammunition that you perceive as the crux of sinister practice. In reality, this artillery will be none more than advanced virtue that many are not ready for, cannot understand, and disregard all together for the sole purpose that it is beyond their programmed and excessively conservative comprehension.

Transcend the robotic and superficial. Enter a burning flood of purity and seething obscurity. Feel the onrushing surge as you stare into the eyes of yourself and penetrate the windows to your electrifying soul. Make no mistake; this transcript will stand as testimony that measures the stamina of your characteristics within the confines of their most unrefined form. The effect this reading will have upon you will serve as a fine line between the strong and the weak.

The question is, can you endure and withstand such a vital truth that in the end will leave you stripped, naked, disorientated, and violated? Beaten, disengaged, and left hollow like your heart has just been uprooted from your chest? Will the ancient Aztecs summon their divine intervention upon you from the sun god itself as you survive a vicious and painful torture? The moment of absolution as you turn the last page and abstractly walk like a deity into your afterlife?

Simplicity may be the complexity you reject like a convex electric current or a North and South Pole magnet reacting upon each other. A systematic nature that defies all logic and physics. As these words within slowly clear away the fog within your mental intellect and strip away the curtain to reveal your bare wisdom, you will walk on to the next phase of your drastically changed life or fade away and end it.

You are now about to become both master of your own domain and prisoner of your imperfect self. Kings will become slaves and slaves will become kings. The comfortable, soft, secure and protected will transform into the unstable, violent, reckless, and extremely vulnerable. The destitute will find sanctuary; the neutral will become divided; the damaged will come clean and the problematic will become poisoned.

Enter my world, but you’ll find that my world is only a reflection of yourself. My detail will only describe yourself with nauseating accuracy. The whole essence of your life is now under direct surveillance. Don’t blink twice for you may find that you will not be blinking again at all. In the end you will find that we are one and the same or one day will be.

Take my hand now. I invite you, encourage you, and dare you to take the journey. Do not hesitate to realize your potential. Strip yourself of all your negative attributes or be stripped of them along the way against your will. Walk straight into the crossfire of the war zone. Get baptized by fire and emerge crystal clean in the end. Serve your right of passage here and subtract yourself from the sprawling population of defiant vagrants that cannot think for themselves. No more verbal preparation. Are you ready? Good… .

Chapter 1

GHOSTMAN

Don’t be afraid of the dark, it welcomes you. It doesn’t get many visitors. Bask yourself in a stillness so silent it will drive you mad unless you sustain some kind of social interaction with somebody. That time will never come. At least not here. You have reached one of the many epicenters of desolation and isolation. There will be no quake here, yet plenty of turbulence, inner seismic activity and destruction. You are the only one sure to crack, leaving a wake of lifeless death in your way.

You feel the presence of something. You have for some time ever since you wandered into this eerie and creepy area. You have a strong sense of being watched by somebody or something. This realm is very, very old you know. You are knowledgeable enough to know that places this old leave traces of the past behind. Shades of another time which frequently pay a visit to the present and rears it’s ugly head in the form of angry, aggressive, and ambitious energy. An energy that never had a chance in it’s time to achieve it’s goal. A solid goal backed up by know how, ingenuity, drive, and burning desire. Unfortunately, some unseen force along the