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22 December 2023
I get so tired of repeating the same acts. Sleeping. Eating. Shitting. Waking up in the morning and persuading myself to don the silly costume that symbolizes my job. Long ago I was something more, and I long to feel something again. Something new, outside my present realm of consciousness.
Beauty is temporary, ugly is forever. Entertainment is expensive, boredom is free. Today was just a measured passage of time within the walls of this gilded cage; a sunshine egg with decorated bars and elaborately carved walls bordered by unsightly buildings, created by even uglier natives. As time goes by I want less and less to do with what’s out there. I stay outside and live within, and sleep is the most excellent place of all. This too shall pass.
It was so hot today; the sun hammered down in audible waves which thrummed against my skull and left my hair painful to the touch.
I paused outside the bank on the corner to clear my head and gather my thoughts. I was sweating profusely, and I felt nauseous. Busy pedestrian insects passed me on the walkway, moving to and fro with briefcases and large morsels of food clasped in their teeth. Purposeful, but without purpose. I leaned back against the wall for a moment, then I moved quickly so I couldn't find the strength to stop.
I pulled the gun from the waistband of my trousers and barged in. I began screaming and waving it around, hoping to get everyone off balance as fast as I could, to keep the heroes out of the way. My mouth was watering. People screamed back at me, more out of fear than anything else. Some sat down and covered themselves, and I was happy about that. Some of them starting praying, and I thought that was nice. A few ran away, or tried to. Those I shot. Some in the back, some in the leg or neck, and one in the head, but quite by accident and I was sorry about that. I grabbed what I was after and when I ran outside, they were waiting.
I was out of bullets, but I raised my gun anyway. I aimed it at them, and I pissed myself as they gunned me down. The lead tore holes in my body, through which cold air began to flow. Suddenly I wasn't as hot as I had been, and I felt much better. Free at last.
Beauty is temporary, ugly is forever. Entertainment is expensive, boredom is free. Today was just a measured passage of time within the walls of this gilded cage; a sunshine egg with decorated bars and elaborately carved walls bordered by unsightly buildings, created by even uglier natives. As time goes by I want less and less to do with what’s out there. I stay outside and live within, and sleep is the most excellent place of all. This too shall pass.
It was so hot today; the sun hammered down in audible waves which thrummed against my skull and left my hair painful to the touch.
I paused outside the bank on the corner to clear my head and gather my thoughts. I was sweating profusely, and I felt nauseous. Busy pedestrian insects passed me on the walkway, moving to and fro with briefcases and large morsels of food clasped in their teeth. Purposeful, but without purpose. I leaned back against the wall for a moment, then I moved quickly so I couldn't find the strength to stop.
I pulled the gun from the waistband of my trousers and barged in. I began screaming and waving it around, hoping to get everyone off balance as fast as I could, to keep the heroes out of the way. My mouth was watering. People screamed back at me, more out of fear than anything else. Some sat down and covered themselves, and I was happy about that. Some of them starting praying, and I thought that was nice. A few ran away, or tried to. Those I shot. Some in the back, some in the leg or neck, and one in the head, but quite by accident and I was sorry about that. I grabbed what I was after and when I ran outside, they were waiting.
I was out of bullets, but I raised my gun anyway. I aimed it at them, and I pissed myself as they gunned me down. The lead tore holes in my body, through which cold air began to flow. Suddenly I wasn't as hot as I had been, and I felt much better. Free at last.
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Old Image
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issue
vol 5 - issue 05 (jan 2003)
section
pen_think