balductum

He could see in the distance; the place he longed for, the place where he could achieve true enlightenment, was so far away. He glanced amuck elsewhere but saw no visible signs of life, or even a potent pile of slimy shit indicating that a wild boar had been near. He wiped the sweat from his face that dripped quickly from the tip of his nose and sighed catching his breath. He slowly put one foot in front of the other on the desert sand, kicking the sand as he went and put his tough, dry, and dirty fingers to his chin as if to ponder. He thought about where he was and what he was doing, but he couldn't remember. This became a problem. He again wiped the sweat from his face and felt the sting of the sun on the back of his neck. "Was I...?" He said quietly aloud to himself, but shook his head and tried to forget about it. At this point, a man might damn near lose his sanity. At this point, a man might stop and complain, but this man just kept going, as if he were that fucking bunny with the drum and mallets. No real reason to continue other than thats what he was doing in the first place. He stopped and leaned forward, glancing back between his right arm and side, as if he saw something that you could only see upside down. He slowly turned and then jumped like as if he were in a old western film about to blast someone away, but there was nothing. When he turned around, grinding his leather boots into the hard sanded ground, he saw something that he had never seen before...
For Death turn to page 59
For a Potent Pile of Slimy Boar Shit turn to page 76
For True Happiness and Enlightenment keep on fucking walking.