lu followed.
"Dont feel badly. This is just a chat between friends, not a reprimand. If you feel lost and foolish sometimes, dont worry about that, either. All great men begin as fools. Its one of lifes little jokes. "
"Spyder, he just called you a joke of the universe. Kick his ass," said Lulu. She put an arm around Spyders shoulders. Count Non smiled at her.
"Food for thought," said Spyder. "Well cover more ground if we split up for a while. Ill meet you back at the corner where we started. "
"I was just fucking with you, man," said Lulu, but Spyder was already rounding the corner in the other -direction.
Thirty One
The Future
In a street of nightmares, Spyder saw the Black Clerks.
The street had been roofed over, like the souks of Morocco. The sound attracted Spyder to the spot, a strange and deliberate animal wail-screams extracted with mechanical precision.
Inside the dark, cramped street was a gallery of horrors. Men turned over bonfires on huge metal spits. Women were crushed under rolling boulders studded with surgical blades. Children screamed as spiders and over-sized ants tore at their young flesh. Terrified people were tormented up and down the length of the street, shrieking and tearing at the arms of passersby as they were chased by snarling animals or angry mobs. Spyder took a breath and reminded himself that none of this was real. It was just the collective memories of bad dreams, the night terrors these poor saps could never forget. It reminded him of paintings by Bruegel and Goya, and, while he tried to work his way around the thought and not let it invade his consciousness, the memories of the paintings made h
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