Post by Mike Morrison on Jul 5, 2011 11:16:36 GMT -4
The apartment is undecorated, no carpets, furniture of any kind except for a single seater chair a TV and a video player. I take a moment to think of the past month things of the past and the future. Watching Hopper Rose's latest promo proved one thing disappointment. I turn on the camera dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. I look to the camera and sarcastically clap my hands. Clap clap clap.
"Am I meant to be impressed Hopper Rose? That clapping over you promo was called sarcasm, you see I have nothing but disappointment for you, you claim to be the next best thing pfft you sound like every carbon copy wrestler out there, Insane? ha no you see I am different to everyone else I don't accept the crutches of humanity I am not a robot like everyone else, not like you. You can pretend to angry at your 'bad past' all you want it's just a broken record played with a different instrument."
The evil voice enters my head once more but instead of pain I feel bliss, who needs friends to screw you over when your imagination can conjure up something 1000 times better? The voices make me happy, like crawling through the desert and finding the hidden oasis. It's like digging through mud and fining diamonds. I laugh at the prospect you see this is living you and your imagination. These robots couldn't understand this shame really.
"The funny thing is Hopper you say you are gonna take me out. If we take a step back in time, a real TARDIS moment you used a chair when my back was turned and I enjoyed that. So please by all means get angry and look me in the eyes. It's all fruitless really isn't it? I cannot wait till you realize how pitiful your efforts are to do a real Incredible Hulk moment and then to get buried in the ring and for me to stand over your limp broken body."
The sun beams through the window and my mind is racing it is going down dark paths I sometimes fear to travel, I feel it is a Pandora's Box but I want to go down this path to see which demented parts of my mind I can traverse and still have some semblance of reality, it is a rush for me like how these unwashed masses have to take narcotics. I don't need any of that shit my imagination is the best rush. The sunbeam is interrupting the cameras focus so I switch it off.
Your promo needs to be completed Mike, these human sheep need to know.
I know.
Six hours later I am up and dressed. I made myself a cup of tea and sit on the chair. I pour the hot tea on my legs the rush of adrenalin is what I needed, is liking pain so wrong? It's not like alcohol or crack, it's your body producing healthy natural chemicals. Anyway enough of my ranting my mind races in all directions. this new experience of euphoria takes me on a tangent sometimes I do digress. I turned on the camera and continued where I left off.
"You know whats funny Hopper? You like everyone else go on about how insane I am and how it means nothing to nobody. I have to disagree with that point of view. as I pointed out earlier the term insanity is a made up word created by sheep so they can discriminate against people who see the world for what it really is. Yeah you grew up on rough streets, the weird thing is so has 1,000000 other people, you ain't the only one, that is all you have going you are screwed my friend simple as and as for my so called insanity meaning nothing. It means a lot to me because my eyes are open and my senses are invigorated. The world isn't all rainbows and sunshine, and you have the balls to condemn me? What about the old lady who gets her face kicked in by a drug addict? Or drunken father that beats his kids? Is that not more crazy than a man looking for an adrenalin rush every now and then? And the way you put your self across you might as well smoke a little crack and go to thinking the world is rainbows and sunshine."
I look towards future with clarity and know for certain no matter what monotonous,bland carbon copy bullshit Hopper comes up with, unless he accepts how right I am then he is not gonna have a chance for survival. The world is changing and 90s hard men isn't the done thing anymore. With this thought I smile and turn off the camera
"Am I meant to be impressed Hopper Rose? That clapping over you promo was called sarcasm, you see I have nothing but disappointment for you, you claim to be the next best thing pfft you sound like every carbon copy wrestler out there, Insane? ha no you see I am different to everyone else I don't accept the crutches of humanity I am not a robot like everyone else, not like you. You can pretend to angry at your 'bad past' all you want it's just a broken record played with a different instrument."
The evil voice enters my head once more but instead of pain I feel bliss, who needs friends to screw you over when your imagination can conjure up something 1000 times better? The voices make me happy, like crawling through the desert and finding the hidden oasis. It's like digging through mud and fining diamonds. I laugh at the prospect you see this is living you and your imagination. These robots couldn't understand this shame really.
"The funny thing is Hopper you say you are gonna take me out. If we take a step back in time, a real TARDIS moment you used a chair when my back was turned and I enjoyed that. So please by all means get angry and look me in the eyes. It's all fruitless really isn't it? I cannot wait till you realize how pitiful your efforts are to do a real Incredible Hulk moment and then to get buried in the ring and for me to stand over your limp broken body."
The sun beams through the window and my mind is racing it is going down dark paths I sometimes fear to travel, I feel it is a Pandora's Box but I want to go down this path to see which demented parts of my mind I can traverse and still have some semblance of reality, it is a rush for me like how these unwashed masses have to take narcotics. I don't need any of that shit my imagination is the best rush. The sunbeam is interrupting the cameras focus so I switch it off.
Your promo needs to be completed Mike, these human sheep need to know.
I know.
Six hours later I am up and dressed. I made myself a cup of tea and sit on the chair. I pour the hot tea on my legs the rush of adrenalin is what I needed, is liking pain so wrong? It's not like alcohol or crack, it's your body producing healthy natural chemicals. Anyway enough of my ranting my mind races in all directions. this new experience of euphoria takes me on a tangent sometimes I do digress. I turned on the camera and continued where I left off.
"You know whats funny Hopper? You like everyone else go on about how insane I am and how it means nothing to nobody. I have to disagree with that point of view. as I pointed out earlier the term insanity is a made up word created by sheep so they can discriminate against people who see the world for what it really is. Yeah you grew up on rough streets, the weird thing is so has 1,000000 other people, you ain't the only one, that is all you have going you are screwed my friend simple as and as for my so called insanity meaning nothing. It means a lot to me because my eyes are open and my senses are invigorated. The world isn't all rainbows and sunshine, and you have the balls to condemn me? What about the old lady who gets her face kicked in by a drug addict? Or drunken father that beats his kids? Is that not more crazy than a man looking for an adrenalin rush every now and then? And the way you put your self across you might as well smoke a little crack and go to thinking the world is rainbows and sunshine."
I look towards future with clarity and know for certain no matter what monotonous,bland carbon copy bullshit Hopper comes up with, unless he accepts how right I am then he is not gonna have a chance for survival. The world is changing and 90s hard men isn't the done thing anymore. With this thought I smile and turn off the camera
