Post by Mike Morrison on Jun 28, 2011 16:01:33 GMT -4
The rain cresendos of the window like a kettledrum, I am dressed in my usual clobber, I think I am developing a split personallity as I think about the past wanting to be in a Ska band, wanting to never give up at anything, what happens I turn a little crazy with a goal of destroying as many braincells as possible. and to convert the world to my way of thinking. I mean how do we know what is sane and what isn't I mean just because some person with a white coat and a degree decides it. I mean pfft what a crock.
I then go back to thinking of my time here in the APW and how Shane Borderland used a chair to rob me of my first victory, and if that wasn't enough some upstart known as Hopper Rose makes me lose some more braincells. But hey losing brain cells are more of an recreational activity for me so I can be hit 10, 20, 100 times, and will not care less, I can be thrown off buildings blugeoned. But I will keep apearing like a repressed memory from the dark recesses from your mind.
I pause for a breath as a voice creeps in my head.
Voice: You know the world doesn't care about you anymore, you will be lucky to be locked up.
Mike: What are you talking about? The world cares
Voice: No it doesn't.
Mike: The ... world...CARES!!!
I scream loud and like a stone hitting a mirror, my mind fragments into a million pieces, as I hold my head in pain I want the pain to stop, I look to the window with the idea of plummeting out the window 50 ft anything this pain must end. Maybe the voice in my head is right maybe I am nothing a nobody, I mean if an small time fuckwit can get the jump on me maybe I am screwed. The voice booms in my head again like a loud clash like a wave hitting a house the after effect leaves me wondering.
Voice: I didn't say you were a nobody. I said the world doesn't care.
Mike: Isn't that the same thing?
Voice: No it isn't, just because the world doesn't care, doesn't mean you cannot strive to greatness. Look at Issac Newton, he was deemed stupid but discovered gravity. Galileo was branded mad, but invented the telescope. You still have a chance Mikey my boy.
Mike: But what can I do?
Voice: Stick with me, listen to what I tell you.
The voice disapeared and abated but the fragments begin to form in my minds eye, they don't completly heal but that is fine I smile knowing my future. I have a split personallity and I am a glutton for punishment so it doesn't matter how many times I get hit by Hopper Rose, keep the chair shots coming mug. destroy as many brain cells as you wish. I keep coming after you I will make Michael Myers seem like a Cub Scout.
THE NEXT DAY!!!
I walk to a resturant for breakfast, the rain stops but the clouds have not let up. Like my life there is no letting up. My life is crazy but It is the way I like it after my mad turn I was alone but I found solace in this new voice. Believe it or not I am not wearing my usual gear. I decided on a new set of clothes of jeans, boots black t-shirt and a biker jacket.
I made my way to the resturant door and thought more about my upcoming match with the backshafter Hopper Rose I mean I sarted to smile I enjoyed the pain it was exquisite like nirvana. I hope he feels the same way when I visit that pain back on him. It is the least I can do after the kindness he shown me. I sat down removed my jacket and looked at the menu. I ordered the full English and the voice crept up again like a mate in the pub you haven't seen in a long time.
Voice: So here we are again.
Mike: What do you want.
Voice: To help you, to guide you. You have to admit that even you enjoyed the pain when you lay there in agony ripping through you body, you were at peace.
Mike: Yeah I er... kind of enjoyed it.
Voice: So do you know what must be done. Especially to this Hopper Rose? I mean you always settle your debts right.
Mike: Of course
I grinned like a mischivious imp to be honest I got a few stares but fuck em what do they know of enjoying pain so much that it becomes a drug. I must hurt you Hopper Rose, not because I hate you but because I care for you and I like to settle my debts, when you showed kindness by attempting to crush my skull. I must repay it back Hopper, no matter if my bones are broken, if I am stabbed, blugeoned, shot. I can't wait for our meeting so I can repay your kindness with some kindness of my own.
Voice: Enough of that your breakfast is here.
I turned and the waitress had my full English here, I tooked in it tasted great.
I then go back to thinking of my time here in the APW and how Shane Borderland used a chair to rob me of my first victory, and if that wasn't enough some upstart known as Hopper Rose makes me lose some more braincells. But hey losing brain cells are more of an recreational activity for me so I can be hit 10, 20, 100 times, and will not care less, I can be thrown off buildings blugeoned. But I will keep apearing like a repressed memory from the dark recesses from your mind.
I pause for a breath as a voice creeps in my head.
Voice: You know the world doesn't care about you anymore, you will be lucky to be locked up.
Mike: What are you talking about? The world cares
Voice: No it doesn't.
Mike: The ... world...CARES!!!
I scream loud and like a stone hitting a mirror, my mind fragments into a million pieces, as I hold my head in pain I want the pain to stop, I look to the window with the idea of plummeting out the window 50 ft anything this pain must end. Maybe the voice in my head is right maybe I am nothing a nobody, I mean if an small time fuckwit can get the jump on me maybe I am screwed. The voice booms in my head again like a loud clash like a wave hitting a house the after effect leaves me wondering.
Voice: I didn't say you were a nobody. I said the world doesn't care.
Mike: Isn't that the same thing?
Voice: No it isn't, just because the world doesn't care, doesn't mean you cannot strive to greatness. Look at Issac Newton, he was deemed stupid but discovered gravity. Galileo was branded mad, but invented the telescope. You still have a chance Mikey my boy.
Mike: But what can I do?
Voice: Stick with me, listen to what I tell you.
The voice disapeared and abated but the fragments begin to form in my minds eye, they don't completly heal but that is fine I smile knowing my future. I have a split personallity and I am a glutton for punishment so it doesn't matter how many times I get hit by Hopper Rose, keep the chair shots coming mug. destroy as many brain cells as you wish. I keep coming after you I will make Michael Myers seem like a Cub Scout.
THE NEXT DAY!!!
I walk to a resturant for breakfast, the rain stops but the clouds have not let up. Like my life there is no letting up. My life is crazy but It is the way I like it after my mad turn I was alone but I found solace in this new voice. Believe it or not I am not wearing my usual gear. I decided on a new set of clothes of jeans, boots black t-shirt and a biker jacket.
I made my way to the resturant door and thought more about my upcoming match with the backshafter Hopper Rose I mean I sarted to smile I enjoyed the pain it was exquisite like nirvana. I hope he feels the same way when I visit that pain back on him. It is the least I can do after the kindness he shown me. I sat down removed my jacket and looked at the menu. I ordered the full English and the voice crept up again like a mate in the pub you haven't seen in a long time.
Voice: So here we are again.
Mike: What do you want.
Voice: To help you, to guide you. You have to admit that even you enjoyed the pain when you lay there in agony ripping through you body, you were at peace.
Mike: Yeah I er... kind of enjoyed it.
Voice: So do you know what must be done. Especially to this Hopper Rose? I mean you always settle your debts right.
Mike: Of course
I grinned like a mischivious imp to be honest I got a few stares but fuck em what do they know of enjoying pain so much that it becomes a drug. I must hurt you Hopper Rose, not because I hate you but because I care for you and I like to settle my debts, when you showed kindness by attempting to crush my skull. I must repay it back Hopper, no matter if my bones are broken, if I am stabbed, blugeoned, shot. I can't wait for our meeting so I can repay your kindness with some kindness of my own.
Voice: Enough of that your breakfast is here.
I turned and the waitress had my full English here, I tooked in it tasted great.
