GOD-SMACK: True Story of Extraterrestrials and Military behind it

By Jorge Luis/KITO

“IN THE FUTURE, will there be a GOD?”

With little resources and ingenious methods of survival, a young man is at haste to tell the world of an uprising doom that is lurking in our cosmic background. Losing the edge of his faith with his conscious betrayed. A “NOTE-BOOK”…. Being the item he carried with him like a sword and buckler. Documenting and scribing while in flames, fighting the doom-bringers who threaten his existence and everyone’s Future!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Spines
• Release date: Jun 6, 2024
• ISBN: 9798893834260

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Jorge Luis/KITO

GOD-SMACK

True Story of Extraterrestrials and Military behind it

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ISBN: 979-8-89383-426-0

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GOD-SMACK

TRUE STORY OF EXTRATERRESTRIALS AND MILITARY BEHIND IT

Author

JORGE LUIS /KITO

Contents

CHAPTER I

PRIMORDIAL

CHAPTER II

RED MOON

CHAPTER III

SEXY WATERFALL

CHAPTER IV

NOMAD

CHAPTER V

BUTTON

CHAPTER VI

PISS-POOR

CHAPTER VII

EL SHADDAI

PART 2

El Desierto

PART 3

Espiritu En La Maquina

CHAPTER VIII

BABUSHKA

CHAPTER IX

METAPHORS OF METAMORPHESUS

CHAPTER X

ITS THE GIANT ROBOT!

Chapter XI

STAG-NATION

CHAPTER XII

BUG SOUP

CHAPTER I

PRIMORDIAL

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Year, 2021 BLUFF CITY, TN

BOYS LATIN - PANDA BEAR

Splashing of feet heard echoing through the chasms.

Pants wet with hands prune holding dear to some copper and aluminum sheets bought from a local Home Depot. Without fear yet pressured to run from what had been right behind him. The sounds of Aliens screeching from inside his head promising to destroy his life fearing our world taking notice of their true hidden agendas. Identities as Perverted UN-dead Monsters indulging on the living. A young host had been running for years from the devil he caught dancing over our heads for centuries. Had it been clusters of these things salivating at us for so long needy of mating with our own.

Living inside the human body cybernetic-ally a primordial had been born to DESTROY them.

Kito, name of a young host running deep in a cave in the middle of Tennessee. Bold to withstand the physiological destruction that these things wanted to implement in the middle of a war. Channeling throughout this the ever expanse of the universe. To remove the vermin at haste would bring good fortune to those that proved worthy to withstand such evils tainting the land of modern man. Had the calling of God ever so hungry wishful to devour the innocence of creator itself.

DO YOU WISH TO DIE!? Echoed IN Artificial Intelligence a Grey. AHHH!!! Yelled back the man in agony, covered in aluminum foil to his ever advanced enslaved foe.

What eyes that don't cry a courageous one had to carry.

Being the Primogeniture of a good Women and an arrogant father, created an intoxicating misunderstood narcissist.

Wearing a black button up shirt and some slacks straight out of work as a waiter at a local Italian cuisine restaurant. He had been drinking a sip of Wood Ford reserve bourbon on the rocks when he felt the not so bluff of a microwave shot pierce through his spleen. Now taken the effort to plot an escape from the monsters that stalked him lingering from the abyss.

To make manners worse the World Government was still eyeing the boy kept at bay as an audience. They would not let him escape with so much knowledge of how the rest of them and their era would befall. If this information had made mainstream. Having sent out two sentry like lab recreated alien drones in re-engineered saucer ships portraying little grays chasing him through the highway. From North Carolina all the way to Tennessee.

POSER!..YOUR NOT LEAVING...SADLY! ranted a Grey

in an voice similar to a sickly child. Mocking the young man for his attempt to escape the institutionalization these governments and Illuminati members had foolishly built.

Honey combing the planet entirely with satellites and monsters made in labs at times piloting them, as a purpose to Collect human data as well memories.

We can't let him get out! blabbered a over payed pinstriped whore and her horse. In a dark room with other decorated dweebs and cob hoping to gallop all the way into Existencia inmortal. Had the young man too have secrets in prolonging life set to reveal truth of doings of a world order hidden from the rest of everyone. Doesn't even notice us. Had there been the room of tyrants along bought off spy agencies littering crap led by white supremacy and its authoritarianism.

Doing what they do best, looking out the window of something from inside the human body of another like a body camera. Leaving with a mouth dropped to the floor staring at a screen from the other side of Earth linked to space technologies. Maneuvering with a planned escape late one night. He had arrived to his destination of course, some five hundred feet underground a cave. In the borders of Tennessee. Only with about a thousand dollars in his pocket to sustain this endeavor, it had been a tight spot for KITO the Primordial. No fear for the dark, only madness that inflamed in cold water isolated from other preference man would be better suited for.

There was a calling to think when these moments presented themselves. Had it been the story of a immigrant who felt unwelcome in his own country being raised an entire life. To come to the point of pain and struggle to remove himself out reign of terrors that still bumped in the night to all people in America. God-Dammit, being of irony he taught himself to limit his cursing, had this endeavors of knocking off the predators been of tainted glory.

His phone ringing, with battery slowly draining away. It had been his loving girl kept a far, in mind, the need for she to keep some sanity was the importance. In respect, the lady would not receive that call answered. He had been too busy running from enemies unknown of human identification, turning it off. Left with a psychological fight with things less cunning yet overwhelming with numbers. Securing the steady approach of night. It was time to make final preparations in the case a conflict with his mortal enemy were to manifest.

Had the sun start setting and the trees brush from the outskirts of a cavern, water droplets dancing all around, while sitting on the mount of rock god moved the land to bluster. Ire reposed like the thinker, a statue in his pedestal. Nothing would dare walk towards him, leaving the boy solitary in the dark. Primordial was furies, the heat of his body would quickly dry the cloths soaked earlier from hopping rocks way above the caves drenched entrance. Now covering, this organism with metal plates littered over a body. Pride had too been absent, survival the only thing in mind.

In that moment of clarity, he realized the pain in his abdomen had sufficed and abandoned him. No longer would he walk with it. Still actively investigating his person, Seeing no indications to present that the shots had passed his exterior flesh. There was no way of telling how big those holes must've been from the attack earlier that day. Yet the pain being interior would acknowledge it to be of a few millimeters of size. He felt his organ burn when the alcohol had touched whilst sipping it. Even so the body as resilient of a mule being engineered to heal wounds as such expeditiously, naturally. What we're they thinking the clever boy says of his predatory assailants while fixing his tent of ceramics.

Eyes and Ears, to be at a ready. Looking left and right around nothing but the dark. Shifting copper, aluminum with both hands holding his like of shield and buckler. Studies now for years that signals could be rejected by these simple tools. If layered to protect certain gaps in his figure. Its how these things cling onto the brain, openings on the head. Large stones outmatched by near by stalactites would be the weapon of choice 'if an encounter of the fourth kind would think of crawling near his space. If that wasn't the problem, what chance of a bear attack. Weakened of tirelessness. His eyes pointed all around, waiting to see the flesh of IT.

S-M-A-C-KK! Face quickly turns cold, something seemed to have touched the freezing water which had been surrounding him near the access. Wait a minute!..They got cloaking technology?! This thought pressed onward. It was still too dark to tell, blind!, in a disadvantage! Quickly turning his phone on! REEGHHH!, shrieking heard from afar!