Tee Pee Tuesday: Naam
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Tee Pee Tuesday[The following is transcribed from a cassette recording found at the murder scene.]
Goddamn it all to hell, now I done seen everything. Ah’ve been to Cheltenham, ah’ve been to Vietnam – hell, ah’ve even been to the NAMM show. But ah ain’t never been to Naam. What the hell kinda name is that, boy?
“Beyond the conceptual physical language structure created by mankind, the definition of the name lies in internal rhythm, the internal sound that a man experiences.”
Say, what boy? You done gone lost your goddamned mind?
“Those who embrace Naam have the key to the door of mysteries and miracles, as Naam exists in the Divine plane and shines through to the Physical plane, bringing healing and self-renewal.”
Jesus, Jethro! You been eating those funny little mushrooms that grow up on the far field, ain’t ya now? Hanging out with those goddamn beatniks up on the Spahn Ranch, passing women around like goddamn liquor and smoking the mar-ee-juana, ah bet. What have they done to you son?
“Disgusted by the lack of heavy, psychedelic rock and roll, We deliver our deafening sermon to bring a new dawn for all civilization.”
Come on now son, just put down that spade and we can talk about this like adults. Ah didn’t mean to get sore at ya. Ah just…
“The vast seas cannot drown Us, the darkest caverns cannot conceal Us, We will conquer insurmountable foes.”
“In-sur-what?” They been giving you books up there? Sweet Jesus! Don’t you believe what you read in those books! The Good Book is all you need, Jethro! Now you just put down that spade and lets me and you talk about this, maybe get Jed and some of the boys, go down there and teach them goddamn hippies a lesson they won’t never forget! What you say, Jethro? Jethro? Don’t you– Not the- Argh! Jeth- Son, I’m beg-
“We are war, We are peace, We are time and space, We are infinite, We are Naam.”
[There follows muffled screams and the sound of a shovel hitting something hard and wet, over and over again. And then there is music. This music...
Officers following up leads at this address have gone AWOL. Their radios are dead. Please advise.]