Aloha's End by Michael F. Zangari (c) 2006 Chapter Seven "A Cup of Coffee and a Chinese Bun
"Aloha’s End,” the cyber-novel is a work of fiction. It is copy-righted in the year of our lord 2006 A.D by the author, Michael F. Zangari with all rights reserved. Any resemblance to any living person or event is purely the product of his twisted imagination and should not be viewed as depicting real events.
Aloha’s End
by Michael F. Zangari
Chapter Eight: A Couple of Coffee and a Chinese Bun (Up-Dated)
TrueWest and Benny Aloha are talking about the Big Bean.
“It’s Big, the Bean” says Benny Aloha.
TrueWest nods. He understands.
“It’s really dark in there, like a lava tube or sea cave. If you stay in there long enough your eyes adjust to the light” says Benny Aloha. “The flicker rate of the torches on the wall is about ten Hertz, you know, the fire-beat.” Benny Aloha searches TrueWest’s face for comprehension.
“A Ten Hertz beat is supposed to be pretty good for over all healing” says TrueWest. “It’s more relaxing than not.”
“Yeah, not the spike of Tahitian Fire dancing,” says Benny “That’s super beta, very stimulating.”
TrueWest thinks about the women when he thinks about Tahitian Hula, the shivers and the shakes. Fire dancing isvery male, it's never appreciated enough.
“There are a few low watt electric bulbs on the walls under yellowed paper shades. They look like bug lights. They are strictly delta.”
TrueWest is following this conversation. He knows the impact of the flicker rate of light on the brain. Like what painter Brian Giason and writer William Burroughs’s did with their experiments in the 50s with their dream machine. TrueWest is in television. You have to know about flicker rate, or you can get sabotaged by technically savvy competition.
They can put you and your audience right to sleep.
“Let’s see,” says True West, “A ten hertz flicker with a delta carrier produces something like optimal consciousness, doesn’t it?”
Benny looks at TrueWest and appreciates him.
He gives him an Aloha half smile, the one that charms and charges.
“There’s another element” says Benny Aloha.
“What’s that?” Asks TrueWest.
“The Joe,” says Benny Aloha. “The coffee beans and the kava”
“Kava?” asks TrueWest.
“Awa” says Benny Aloha in Hawaiian. “It grows in the mountains, has big fat round leaves. It’s a euphoric.”
TrueWest smiles.
It’s something his dad imported from Hawaii. He got a little on holidays, but only a little. It made him feel like he was on camera.
“It tastes like chalk water run through the ten day old skivvies of a whaler” says TrueWest. “Terrible.”
“No. This comes from the big island. It’s organic. It has a nutty flavor. You’d like it.” Benny Aloha looks him over. “You’re not an alcoholic are you?”
TrueWest is remembering the lights on the Christmas tree and how they glowed softly like stars strung around their skinny West Texas oil field tree.
His dad use to say you could navigate by the lights on the tree if you wanted to. It took you right home.
“No” says TrueWest. "Not really."
“Good” says Benny Aloha, “It’s a liver toxin. It could cause you some trouble if you were.”
TrueWest understands.
His dad died from the drinking of alcohol.
“When your eyes get acclimated to the dark of the club, look at the walls” says Benny Aloha.
“The walls?”
“Yeah” he says, “The walls of the berths. There’s graffiti on them.”
TrueWest refocuses. That’s interesting.
“After awhile you feel the energies of the place. It’s got aura” says Benny Aloha.
TrueWest thinks of his favorite roadside café in Texas
There’s a red checked oilcloth table cloth on the table and little packets of jam in a ceramic cow. The hot sauce is in a crystal cruet, for the eggs.
He’s getting hungry.
Benny can tell TrueWest’s mind is drifting.
His eyes are rolling back in his head. The flicker rate of his eye lashes has increase.
“Forgive me” says Benny Aloha, “I’ve gone on a little long.”
TrueWest says “It’s all pleasure rub buddy.”
Benny Aloha shakes his head. Buddy. Man, the stuff he puts up with.
“I’m ready to go” says TrueWest.
You aren’t going to need reservations” says Benny Aloha. “It’s mostly empty now.”
“The Bean’s a dive isn’t it?”
“In a word.”
TrueWest looks at the sad little flip in Benny’s hair.
It curls over like a breaking wave in a Yukio. He uses a little pomade and color to get it like that.
Benny is thinking about something else.
He looks at TrueWest. There is something he wants to say. “The island’s mystical energy, the mana, is strong in there. It's a power point in the pa, the islands energy web. It must of been a heiu in the old times.”
Benny looks directly into TrueWest’s eyes.
He wrinkles his forehead like he’s trying to implant information in there.
"There probably were human sacrifices."
Chapter Eight: A Couple of Coffee and a Chinese Bun (Up-Dated)
TrueWest and Benny Aloha are talking about the Big Bean.
“It’s Big, the Bean” says Benny Aloha.
TrueWest nods. He understands.
“It’s really dark in there, like a lava tube or sea cave. If you stay in there long enough your eyes adjust to the light” says Benny Aloha. “The flicker rate of the torches on the wall is about ten Hertz, you know, the fire-beat.” Benny Aloha searches TrueWest’s face for comprehension.
“A Ten Hertz beat is supposed to be pretty good for over all healing” says TrueWest. “It’s more relaxing than not.”
“Yeah, not the spike of Tahitian Fire dancing,” says Benny “That’s super beta, very stimulating.”
TrueWest thinks about the women when he thinks about Tahitian Hula, the shivers and the shakes. Fire dancing isvery male, it's never appreciated enough.
“There are a few low watt electric bulbs on the walls under yellowed paper shades. They look like bug lights. They are strictly delta.”
TrueWest is following this conversation. He knows the impact of the flicker rate of light on the brain. Like what painter Brian Giason and writer William Burroughs’s did with their experiments in the 50s with their dream machine. TrueWest is in television. You have to know about flicker rate, or you can get sabotaged by technically savvy competition.
They can put you and your audience right to sleep.
“Let’s see,” says True West, “A ten hertz flicker with a delta carrier produces something like optimal consciousness, doesn’t it?”
Benny looks at TrueWest and appreciates him.
He gives him an Aloha half smile, the one that charms and charges.
“There’s another element” says Benny Aloha.
“What’s that?” Asks TrueWest.
“The Joe,” says Benny Aloha. “The coffee beans and the kava”
“Kava?” asks TrueWest.
“Awa” says Benny Aloha in Hawaiian. “It grows in the mountains, has big fat round leaves. It’s a euphoric.”
TrueWest smiles.
It’s something his dad imported from Hawaii. He got a little on holidays, but only a little. It made him feel like he was on camera.
“It tastes like chalk water run through the ten day old skivvies of a whaler” says TrueWest. “Terrible.”
“No. This comes from the big island. It’s organic. It has a nutty flavor. You’d like it.” Benny Aloha looks him over. “You’re not an alcoholic are you?”
TrueWest is remembering the lights on the Christmas tree and how they glowed softly like stars strung around their skinny West Texas oil field tree.
His dad use to say you could navigate by the lights on the tree if you wanted to. It took you right home.
“No” says TrueWest. "Not really."
“Good” says Benny Aloha, “It’s a liver toxin. It could cause you some trouble if you were.”
TrueWest understands.
His dad died from the drinking of alcohol.
“When your eyes get acclimated to the dark of the club, look at the walls” says Benny Aloha.
“The walls?”
“Yeah” he says, “The walls of the berths. There’s graffiti on them.”
TrueWest refocuses. That’s interesting.
“After awhile you feel the energies of the place. It’s got aura” says Benny Aloha.
TrueWest thinks of his favorite roadside café in Texas
There’s a red checked oilcloth table cloth on the table and little packets of jam in a ceramic cow. The hot sauce is in a crystal cruet, for the eggs.
He’s getting hungry.
Benny can tell TrueWest’s mind is drifting.
His eyes are rolling back in his head. The flicker rate of his eye lashes has increase.
“Forgive me” says Benny Aloha, “I’ve gone on a little long.”
TrueWest says “It’s all pleasure rub buddy.”
Benny Aloha shakes his head. Buddy. Man, the stuff he puts up with.
“I’m ready to go” says TrueWest.
You aren’t going to need reservations” says Benny Aloha. “It’s mostly empty now.”
“The Bean’s a dive isn’t it?”
“In a word.”
TrueWest looks at the sad little flip in Benny’s hair.
It curls over like a breaking wave in a Yukio. He uses a little pomade and color to get it like that.
Benny is thinking about something else.
He looks at TrueWest. There is something he wants to say. “The island’s mystical energy, the mana, is strong in there. It's a power point in the pa, the islands energy web. It must of been a heiu in the old times.”
Benny looks directly into TrueWest’s eyes.
He wrinkles his forehead like he’s trying to implant information in there.
"There probably were human sacrifices."
So that's why they call it the "Big Bean" thinks TrueWest.
There is something inside talking to him.
“It’s important that you spend time in there” Benny Aloha says.
There is something inside talking to him.
“It’s important that you spend time in there” Benny Aloha says.
He looks into TrueWest’s eyes for the upload complete sign.
It’s still loading.
“Are the prices reasonable” asks TrueWest? Human sacrifices. TrueWest gets a flash of someone getting the top of his head wacked off with a war club.
Benny blinks a couple of times.
Benny Aloha loses what ever he was thinking about. “Prices?”
“I’m on a budget” says TrueWest.
Everyone that comes to Hawaii is on a budget, thinks Benny Aloha.
“In that case” says Benny Aloha, “Get yourself a couple of cups of coffee and a Chinese bun” he says. “There’s a 7-11 on the corner.”
It’s still loading.
“Are the prices reasonable” asks TrueWest? Human sacrifices. TrueWest gets a flash of someone getting the top of his head wacked off with a war club.
Benny blinks a couple of times.
Benny Aloha loses what ever he was thinking about. “Prices?”
“I’m on a budget” says TrueWest.
Everyone that comes to Hawaii is on a budget, thinks Benny Aloha.
“In that case” says Benny Aloha, “Get yourself a couple of cups of coffee and a Chinese bun” he says. “There’s a 7-11 on the corner.”
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