*There you are, right there - talking bullshit again. Dont you realize how uninteresting you are? Your mouth has explosive diarriá.. talking talking talking.. bla bla bla fucking BLA..
And now you make eyecontact with me, to see if I care - and I´ll just sit here smiling at ya´ dreaming of drowning you in a pot of urine.. that´d be awesome, I´d like to see how much chitchat you would try to bore the world with then.
Seriously, go away - fuck off - washboard-girl with toiletpaper in her bra.
Yeah that´s right, I know about that - everybody does, are you really that stupid?
... geez... I got better thing to do, why am I even doing this in the first place? Why dont I just punch her in the face for being so fucking annoying all the time?
Alright, when she´s done with this sentence, I´m outta here...
....
....
...
Oh my god.. her talking is like.. ONE BIG SENTENCE! There´s no end to it.
I almost pity you, there you are - a confused girl trying her best to look attractive and sound intelligent... And here I am pretending to care, but all I do is looking at your disgusting cameltoe - not because I like it, its just.. nasty.. I dont know why I keep staring at it... dont care.
...
I could kill her..
Very easily, just for the fun of it..
But I wont..
..
..
......
Okay..
..
I dont wanna do this anymore...
...
bye...
After around 3:45 hours of sleep, a cold robotic voice awakens me.
"Goodmorning sir, the clock is: sixhundred hours. Todays´ schedual is... "
I´ve heard that voice so many times before, every single morning, and I´m perfectly aware of my own schedual.
I look over at the big plasma-screen on the wall, where the 3D animated figure continues talking about the temperature outside.
".. It is a pleasant 22 degrees outside."
One of my friends designed the program and I thought it was kinda cool the first couple of times, but now it´s just annoying.
The voice stops talking and the program starts playing some music instead - my morning music is always D´n´B, since I like to remind myself of the concept of "The best way to predict the future, is to invent it."
I get out of bed and walk into the kitchen to get some coffee. It´s hot, freshmade. The coffeemachine is timed, so there´s always freshmade coffee in the morning.
I´m a complete coffeeholic, and with good reason.
Caffeine basically works by blocking another chemical in your brain called Adenosine from bonding with your receptors on your neurons. Adenosine is an inhibitor that keeps in check many brain regions, including the one called the Reticular Activation System, which basically amplifies brain activity.
So when Adenosine is blocked, this region goes into overdrive, sending a wake-up call to the rest of the brain.
A call that I NEED to survive, since I rarely sleep enough.
I start making myself some breakfast. It´s the same breakfast I eat every morning due to a strict health-diet, based on the further development of my brain´s plasticity and the fitness of my body.
non-fat milk high on protein, mixed with fresh fruit, a proteinbar and some wierd brown powder based on whole grains, to get the necessary fibers.
And at last a supplement of vitamins.
B12; good for the brain.
Omega-fats; necessary ingredient for the brain to keep producing myelin and the like.
Magnesium; Works good against muscletension.
When I´m done with my coffee and my breakfast, I go to the bathroom where I shave, brush my teeth, shower, put on my contacts and my makeup.
Then I get dressed. I pull on a black suit, a red tie, and a couple of black leathergloves.
I look like a satanic version of hitman.
I start walking towards the place where bus nr. 42 is supposed to come and pick me up.
I live completely alone in the middle of nowhere, which is the way I like things to be - I never invite anyone home, since I like my private life to remain intact.
The bus arrives to the planned destination and I step inside with my suitcase in one hand and a ticket in the other.
Half an hour later I arrive to the destination X where I work.
This is the only time of the day where I socialize with people.
Half of the people there trust me too much and the other half thinks I´m going to kill them all.
And I wouldn´t mind to be honest, it actually requires more willpower to kill a dog than it does to kill a living human being.
But dont get me wrong now, I´m quite good at socializing with people. Overall I´m quite happy that I work at X, I dont mind going to work every morning - it pays my bills and adds a little ´something, something´ to the mentalistic part of my training. And I dont think that the chief minds me going to work every day either - I´m a quite productive person.
After I´m done working at X, I usually spend around one or two hours at the library, reading books.
Then I go to the gymn, and stay there for four hours.
When I take bus nr. 42 home again, I´m tired and my muscles are sore as hell.
So after a pleasant 34 minute powernap, a nap that´s supposed to boost my creativity according to new researches, I arrive to the planned destination and walk out of the bus to go home.
At home I immediately put on some more Drum and Bass - turn up the volumen - and try to get my cortisol, adrenalin and noradrenalin pumpin´ again.
I feel like the dude from the movie Crank.
When I´ve gone from the parasympatic nervus system to the sympatic nervus system, I can begin to do one of my daily Brain Boosts.
When I´m done with doing that, I discuss science at scitables - and play a bit on my organ.
At last I go to sleep, usually around 02´o´clock.
...
After around 3:45 hours of sleep, a cold robotic voice awakens me...
It is nothing but reflections from long ago,
But I still hear the kings singing the hymns of loneliness.
Dirty, Dusty, Deformed crowns of silver thorns.
I am the wicked longing soul.
I`ve seen the forgotten past.
So old I have become.
And what a fool I´ve been.
Little did I know,
And now I know too much for one heart to bare.
But it is nothing,
I´d wish to share.
The heavy burden of time has been on my back for longer than I care to remember.
My feet carries my decaying body towards its own grave.
Here I am my child,
broken,
old,
my soul,
has been sold - this is my story,
a story untold.
"Oh he is - and Oh - he was.
A slave of time."
Every time I try to breathe,
the scorpions pierce my lungs with poison.
Every time my heart tries to beat,
it hides.
Every time my eyes tries to blink,
tears of bleakness falls heavily to the ground, painting it blue, red, and green.
And every time, is a long... long time, my dear child.
Every time.. is a long.. long.. time.
"Oh he is - and Oh - he was.
A slave of time."
My skin is made of paper,
My nails are made of gold,
My fingers are the tangents,
My lips - a letter unwritten,
But in the ruins of what I once was, and what I became and did not become.
There lies a gift for every living loving soul, and it is that gift, that you will find my child. Hidden in the twilight.
I am,
The Master of Time.
And as my skin peels off, a new world appears to me.
I have become an old heart in a young body, and with a smile on my lips I look at the glooming flowers and the children playing with the puppies. Laughing.
I light my pipe, and as the flavour of good quality tobacco tickles my nostrils, a surdent wave of peace seems to rap this whole earth like a warm blanket.
This is not a story of greatness, kings or of the brave hero fighting evil.
This is an old story, milleniums old.
It has travelled through a thousand Aeons, and it is not a story to be found in anciet books or on the walls of gods.
It is a story forgotten and hidden deep within the hearts of the human kind.
The name of the story is; Peace.
And it is the most valuable of all stories.
COMMENTS
I think you and Philo should have a pipe duel!
No peace!
Great little story.
:)
I sit by the organ, playing devilish melodies of death and destruction. When suddently, a rhytm of chaos enters my artistic dimension, it is the demons from the darkest pits of hell.. KIDS!
I do my best to hide, but they always find me - I try to scare them away but all they do is laugh, and say "Weee uncle, you´re always soooo funny to play with, yaaaay we shall now torment and torture your soul".
I bring out my warnings, such as;
"No, let go of my trenchcoat! Seriously.. no.. GO AWAY.. dammit.."
"PUT THAT AXE DOWN!"
"Dont kick your brother in the nuts Mariam!"
"YOU LET MY PYTHON OUT??? NO!!!"
"Where the hell did I put my cigarettes... hmmm.. NO NICKLAS YOU´RE NOT SUPPOSED TO SMOKE, YOU´RE ONLY 8 FOR CHRISTS SAKE!!"
"I told you how to make napalm so you wouldn´t make it by accident.. now... it´s not even an accident, its a fucking CATASTROPHY! do you kids never learn anything?"
"Look.. you´re not supposed to join Hells Angels just because I told you that they´re badass"
"Stop looking at pornography.. -.-;"
"Stop putting my books on fire.. -.-;"
"Stop scratching on my cd´s... -.-;"
"Stop drawing smileys and ponies on the walls.. -.-;"
"Stop doing whatever you´re doing... -.-;"
"Stop.. beating.. me.. with.. the.. stick.. urrrgh."
I even try to cut deals with them.
"Who wants chocolate? It´s right under that train"
"If you want, I can send you to Iraq - the terrorists need backup"
"The Harry Potter story is true! If you just run as fast as you can and REALLY believe it.. you can go right through that wall.. literally!"
I try and try and try, but the demons just wont go away - therefore I shall forever be a tormented soul with a tremendous headache.
COMMENTS
I'm sorry that you shall be forever tormented by little kiddes, but this just about made me piss myself I was laughing so hard.
Someone wrote a story about the Hell being here on Earth as the clubs with noisy music and the kids of today being the exquisite torturing demons.
Not far from the truth I guess since you had the same revelation!
COMMENTS
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vampirette11
11:32 Jun 12 2010
in my opinion,at first u cared and u cared too much,unlike what u were trying to say but at last u convinced ur self not to and this is how u were able to go away and say bye..
bites
Dragonrouge
23:55 Jun 13 2010
Is she your grandma?
;))
SirRavenVDarkfield
00:09 Jun 14 2010
Haha, no DR - at least I dont hope so, she died long ago.
And if she was, she would´ve been a wierd old lady indeed, haha.