The waves ripple in my eyes,
A thousand rays of light bouncing off my iris,
I stare straight through everything and see the truth,
Covered in tenuous lies that writhe and bury it beneath them.
I’ve watched them murder words,
And spill the blood onto money,
The heart is gone,
But the blood still pumps into dollar signs.
The gluttonous wallets devour all the colors from the trees,
Then take the taste and turn it into greeting cards,
They bring us the beauty of the world,
Organized with a price tag.
They’ve put a copy write on our memories,
And locked them away in a vault,
Releasing them several years later as something new,
And we gobble them up like the sheep we are.
A bittersweet truth pushed aside by our superficial eyes.
-Sir Jestro
Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Cooking!!!!
So I'm cooking potatoes right now, and I'm pretty sick. Its no good.
But I'll tell you what is good, or good looking at least, Garcia's sister, Sandra. Haha! I know he doessn't read this blog so I can talk smack on him, hehe. I'm just kidding!
I love that lil' guy, he's so small and cuddly.
Hehe!
I've got work tonight and tomorrow night, which is halloween. But its cool, I don't mind working on holidays, I never have.
But come on people, give me some feedback on SFG and Nightmare Stare! Please!
Well, I've got to go check on my potatoes, peace and love.
-Sir Jestro
But I'll tell you what is good, or good looking at least, Garcia's sister, Sandra. Haha! I know he doessn't read this blog so I can talk smack on him, hehe. I'm just kidding!
I love that lil' guy, he's so small and cuddly.
Hehe!
I've got work tonight and tomorrow night, which is halloween. But its cool, I don't mind working on holidays, I never have.
But come on people, give me some feedback on SFG and Nightmare Stare! Please!
Well, I've got to go check on my potatoes, peace and love.
-Sir Jestro
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Star Force Gemini Chapter Three [Part Three]
“Ω, where are you going?” 김재민 asks.
“I am just leaving.” He says.
“But where?”
“I have to return some video tapes.” And then he gets into his RX7 and drives off leaving 김재민 and [Jestro] to look at the whole mess. Watch the whole disgusting building burn to the ground.
“We fucked this shit up, didn’t we, [Jestro]?” 김재민 asks looking at what was just a few minutes ago a war zone.
“If you consider a massacre ‘fucking shit up’, then, yes. I believe we did, in fact, fuck this shit up.” [Jestro] says sitting down on the pavement simply watching the fire snap and pop at the dark sky above it. “Fuck man. All this started with that phone call.” 김재민 sits next to him and says.
“I know. Fucking Siffy Steve.”
Ring!
Ring!
Ring!
“Hello?” [Jestro] says as he answers his phone.
“Hey, is this [Jestro]!?” A voice on the phone asks.
“Who’s asking?”
“Who’s on the phone, n00b?” Ω asks whispering next to [Jestro]. “I fucking hate those head phones he wears, its worse than a blue tooth.”
“Yeah!” 김재민 says.
“This is yo’ mama, bitch!” The voice on the phone says.
“This phone conversation is over…” [Jestro] starts to say.
“Before you hang up the phone, I wanna play a little game.” The voice says.
“He did it all wrong,” 김재민 says to Ω. “You just says ‘Phone conversation over’ and hang up. Works every time.”
“You’re such a badass, 김재민.”
“Yeah, I am. Not like [Jestro] here.”
“What kind of game?” [Jestro] asks. “Like Jenga or something?”
“What?...No, like a ‘Don’t look now but I’m pointing a sniper rifle at you’ kinda game.” The voice says.
“Alright then, what am I holding in my hand?” [Jestro] asks. There’s a sound of a long exhale and then the voice says in a breathy voice.
“Chap Stick.”
“Fuck man!” [Jestro] screams. 김재민 and Ω jump back.
“Twenty three!” They both scream.
“No, worse. CAMPER!” Just then [Jestro]’s robo-suit spreads over his body.
“Fuck! Why are we on top of this roof! I knew this stakeout idea was a bad idea.” 김재민 says.
“[Jestro], where’s he at?” Ω asks completely calm and a little pissed off.
“I dunno, I think I hung up on him.”
“No, I’m still here.” The voice says.
“Oh, false alarm. He’s still on the phone.”
“Asks him where he’s at!” Ω screams.
“Wur u @!” [Jestro] axes reppin’ 4 tmoble.
“I’m here!” The voice screams and opens fire hitting [Jestro] in the chest. [Jestro] is sent flying backwards to the end of the rooftop.
“[Jestro] you okay?” 김재민 asks, worked up like a scared school girl.
“I’m fine, I’m blue. I can only be hurt when my suit’s red.”
“My SFG senses tell me the bullet came from the motel!” Ω says.
Blang!
Blang!
Blang!
Blang!
Blue!
Blue!
Blue!
Cobalt Blue!
“We’re getting our asses kicked!” 김재민 screams and then jumps off the roof, falling two stories, and runs to the motel.
“You’re a mad man!” Ω screams after him. “[Jestro] get up!”
“Where? To the motel? But we don’t have enough rooftop or ninja skillz to make the jump.” [Jestro] says.
“Where we’re going we don’t need roofs.” He says and then jumps off but his fat ass hits a tree on the way down. “Fack!”
“Hey, you okay?” [Jestro] asks.
“FACK! I think I broke my dick!”
“Hang on, there’re some birds here that must mean there’s hay I can jump into.” Then [Jestro] swan dives into the bale of hay next to Ω.
“Are you done screwing around?” Ω asks.
“Yeah.”
“So are we gonna go help 김재민?”
“And fight Siffy Steve and all his homies?!” [Jestro] asks.
“That was Siffy Steve?”
“He’s the only person I know who plays ‘Don’t look now but I’m pointing a sniper rifle at you’.”
“Fuck, dude.” Ω pauses. “Well, our boy is in there. No child left behind act.”
“Surely you can’t be serious.” [Jestro] says.
“I am…and don’t call me Shirley."
-Sir Jestro
“I am just leaving.” He says.
“But where?”
“I have to return some video tapes.” And then he gets into his RX7 and drives off leaving 김재민 and [Jestro] to look at the whole mess. Watch the whole disgusting building burn to the ground.
“We fucked this shit up, didn’t we, [Jestro]?” 김재민 asks looking at what was just a few minutes ago a war zone.
“If you consider a massacre ‘fucking shit up’, then, yes. I believe we did, in fact, fuck this shit up.” [Jestro] says sitting down on the pavement simply watching the fire snap and pop at the dark sky above it. “Fuck man. All this started with that phone call.” 김재민 sits next to him and says.
“I know. Fucking Siffy Steve.”
Ring!
Ring!
Ring!
“Hello?” [Jestro] says as he answers his phone.
“Hey, is this [Jestro]!?” A voice on the phone asks.
“Who’s asking?”
“Who’s on the phone, n00b?” Ω asks whispering next to [Jestro]. “I fucking hate those head phones he wears, its worse than a blue tooth.”
“Yeah!” 김재민 says.
“This is yo’ mama, bitch!” The voice on the phone says.
“This phone conversation is over…” [Jestro] starts to say.
“Before you hang up the phone, I wanna play a little game.” The voice says.
“He did it all wrong,” 김재민 says to Ω. “You just says ‘Phone conversation over’ and hang up. Works every time.”
“You’re such a badass, 김재민.”
“Yeah, I am. Not like [Jestro] here.”
“What kind of game?” [Jestro] asks. “Like Jenga or something?”
“What?...No, like a ‘Don’t look now but I’m pointing a sniper rifle at you’ kinda game.” The voice says.
“Alright then, what am I holding in my hand?” [Jestro] asks. There’s a sound of a long exhale and then the voice says in a breathy voice.
“Chap Stick.”
“Fuck man!” [Jestro] screams. 김재민 and Ω jump back.
“Twenty three!” They both scream.
“No, worse. CAMPER!” Just then [Jestro]’s robo-suit spreads over his body.
“Fuck! Why are we on top of this roof! I knew this stakeout idea was a bad idea.” 김재민 says.
“[Jestro], where’s he at?” Ω asks completely calm and a little pissed off.
“I dunno, I think I hung up on him.”
“No, I’m still here.” The voice says.
“Oh, false alarm. He’s still on the phone.”
“Asks him where he’s at!” Ω screams.
“Wur u @!” [Jestro] axes reppin’ 4 tmoble.
“I’m here!” The voice screams and opens fire hitting [Jestro] in the chest. [Jestro] is sent flying backwards to the end of the rooftop.
“[Jestro] you okay?” 김재민 asks, worked up like a scared school girl.
“I’m fine, I’m blue. I can only be hurt when my suit’s red.”
“My SFG senses tell me the bullet came from the motel!” Ω says.
Blang!
Blang!
Blang!
Blang!
Blue!
Blue!
Blue!
Cobalt Blue!
“We’re getting our asses kicked!” 김재민 screams and then jumps off the roof, falling two stories, and runs to the motel.
“You’re a mad man!” Ω screams after him. “[Jestro] get up!”
“Where? To the motel? But we don’t have enough rooftop or ninja skillz to make the jump.” [Jestro] says.
“Where we’re going we don’t need roofs.” He says and then jumps off but his fat ass hits a tree on the way down. “Fack!”
“Hey, you okay?” [Jestro] asks.
“FACK! I think I broke my dick!”
“Hang on, there’re some birds here that must mean there’s hay I can jump into.” Then [Jestro] swan dives into the bale of hay next to Ω.
“Are you done screwing around?” Ω asks.
“Yeah.”
“So are we gonna go help 김재민?”
“And fight Siffy Steve and all his homies?!” [Jestro] asks.
“That was Siffy Steve?”
“He’s the only person I know who plays ‘Don’t look now but I’m pointing a sniper rifle at you’.”
“Fuck, dude.” Ω pauses. “Well, our boy is in there. No child left behind act.”
“Surely you can’t be serious.” [Jestro] says.
“I am…and don’t call me Shirley."
-Sir Jestro
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Nightmare Stare [Chapter: Four]
I wake up in my bed, but this time I’m extremely sore. My muscles ache and my neck screams to be cracked. I get out of bed and walk to the kitchen with my head down and my eyes closed. I open the freezer in hopes to find eggos or another breakfast pastry. I look at what’s in there.
-TV dinners.
-Frozen fruit.
-A pair of hands.
-Frozen vegetables.
-Two ear lobes.
-A neck.
-A package of eggos.
“Awesome!” I say to myself. I walk over to the toaster and drop two egos in. Then I notice there’s blood on my counter, I follow the trial with my eyes.
It leads down to the floor and goes into the hallway, so I follow it. Down the hallway into my son’s old room, I open the door. A small breeze hits my chest and it makes my eyes close, when I open them again I don’t see my son’s old room.
I see an endless field filled with distorted trees. They’re all a dull grey. They sway in the cool breeze and turn to see me. Their faces look warped from years of mourning, and their bark looks like nothing more than decrepit flesh. The wind blows their faint whimpers into my ears, and they fill me with a terror I’ve never felt before. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end and my blood turns electric with adrenaline. I slam the door closed and take a few steps back, trying to calm my nerves.
I run to the garage, see a huge fish tank with the angel in it. I stop and look at her, she’s so beautiful. She’s flawless in every aspect of the word. I remember what I was doing and grab some pieces of wood, a few nails, and a hammer.
I board up my son’s old room, which I will refer to now as simply, The Forest of the Lost Souls. Is that what it really is, I dunno. I don’t even know if when I open the door again that there will even be a forest in there. All I do know is I’ve never been as afraid as I was when I opened that door. My nerves are still bustling with adrenaline just thinking about it. Then I nearly jump out of my skin when the doorbell rings.
I collect myself.
I open the door. There’s a small woman standing there.
“I’m not interested.” I say to her and try to slam the door on her but she stops me.
“Sir, I’m from the electric company. I’m here to inform that your electric bill hasn’t been paid in almost six months.” She says.
“Just call me and leave me a message, I’ll get to it later.”
“We’ve tried that sir. We’ve also tried shutting off your electricity, but nothing seems to be working.” She says to me.
“Then it looks like you should just let me have it then, right?” I say to her.
“That’s not how it works, sir.” She’s becoming inpatient and so am I.
“You have very beautiful eyes.” I say to her, she doesn’t blush.
“Thank you, sir. But flattery won’t solve our issue.”
“Then what do you purpose we do?” I ask transfixed on her big bright green eyes.
“I’d like to come inside and inspect where you’re getting your electricity from.” She says with a cold stare.
“Hmm.” I say as I look around and think to myself. I bite my lip. “No, that attitude has to go, but your eyes can stay.” Then I slam down the claw end of my hammer into the top of her head and pull her nearly weightless body inside. She slides across the tile floor and slams into the wall at the far end of the entry way. She’s wrapped in the fetal position and twitching uncontrollably. I close the door and walk over to her and pull the hammer out. Her body sprawls out and blood pours onto the floor. I pick her dying body up off the floor and take her to my daughter's old room, the door next to The Forest of the Lost Souls.
Once there I toss her in with the rest of the discarded bodies. They’re all just toppled onto of each other in no particular fashion, all a mountain of mangled flesh and bone. I should really get rid of these bodies, the blood has most definitely stained the carpet, and its really starting to stink in here.
Now where is my electric knife at?
-Sir Jestro
-TV dinners.
-Frozen fruit.
-A pair of hands.
-Frozen vegetables.
-Two ear lobes.
-A neck.
-A package of eggos.
“Awesome!” I say to myself. I walk over to the toaster and drop two egos in. Then I notice there’s blood on my counter, I follow the trial with my eyes.
It leads down to the floor and goes into the hallway, so I follow it. Down the hallway into my son’s old room, I open the door. A small breeze hits my chest and it makes my eyes close, when I open them again I don’t see my son’s old room.
I see an endless field filled with distorted trees. They’re all a dull grey. They sway in the cool breeze and turn to see me. Their faces look warped from years of mourning, and their bark looks like nothing more than decrepit flesh. The wind blows their faint whimpers into my ears, and they fill me with a terror I’ve never felt before. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end and my blood turns electric with adrenaline. I slam the door closed and take a few steps back, trying to calm my nerves.
I run to the garage, see a huge fish tank with the angel in it. I stop and look at her, she’s so beautiful. She’s flawless in every aspect of the word. I remember what I was doing and grab some pieces of wood, a few nails, and a hammer.
I board up my son’s old room, which I will refer to now as simply, The Forest of the Lost Souls. Is that what it really is, I dunno. I don’t even know if when I open the door again that there will even be a forest in there. All I do know is I’ve never been as afraid as I was when I opened that door. My nerves are still bustling with adrenaline just thinking about it. Then I nearly jump out of my skin when the doorbell rings.
I collect myself.
I open the door. There’s a small woman standing there.
“I’m not interested.” I say to her and try to slam the door on her but she stops me.
“Sir, I’m from the electric company. I’m here to inform that your electric bill hasn’t been paid in almost six months.” She says.
“Just call me and leave me a message, I’ll get to it later.”
“We’ve tried that sir. We’ve also tried shutting off your electricity, but nothing seems to be working.” She says to me.
“Then it looks like you should just let me have it then, right?” I say to her.
“That’s not how it works, sir.” She’s becoming inpatient and so am I.
“You have very beautiful eyes.” I say to her, she doesn’t blush.
“Thank you, sir. But flattery won’t solve our issue.”
“Then what do you purpose we do?” I ask transfixed on her big bright green eyes.
“I’d like to come inside and inspect where you’re getting your electricity from.” She says with a cold stare.
“Hmm.” I say as I look around and think to myself. I bite my lip. “No, that attitude has to go, but your eyes can stay.” Then I slam down the claw end of my hammer into the top of her head and pull her nearly weightless body inside. She slides across the tile floor and slams into the wall at the far end of the entry way. She’s wrapped in the fetal position and twitching uncontrollably. I close the door and walk over to her and pull the hammer out. Her body sprawls out and blood pours onto the floor. I pick her dying body up off the floor and take her to my daughter's old room, the door next to The Forest of the Lost Souls.
Once there I toss her in with the rest of the discarded bodies. They’re all just toppled onto of each other in no particular fashion, all a mountain of mangled flesh and bone. I should really get rid of these bodies, the blood has most definitely stained the carpet, and its really starting to stink in here.
Now where is my electric knife at?
-Sir Jestro
Hey, My Friend.
That's right, I'm not dead. In fact I'm back and more of an arrogant asshole than ever, hehehe! o^_^V
And yes, to what you were all thinking; the title of this blog is, in fact named after the Tommy Heavenly6 song with the same title.
[God I love her.]
So I went to Carrios' blog and it seems as though he might be getting shut down. He said he was flagged, I'm not sure for what though. I hope its not for content, because I'm pretty bad with that myself.
So for all of you who don't show your love to Carrios, or myself for that matter, you should really leave us some comments.
Another thing, I've been waiting for The AZN Persuasion and Truth to give me some updates, I can only read your guys' old posts so much. I know I'm guilty of not updating for a while too, but now I am so its all good in da' hood.
I hope none of you have forgotten about 'Nightmare Stare' because I've got a new chapter for all of you. I like it, I'm finally getting more into the wolrd he lives in, and where he is mentally. So I hope some of you will understand and others can already predict some of the futre actions of our hero [?].
Well, I'm already bored of myself and there's only two more weeks until Uroboros is released. I'm awaiting its release immensely.
Watch Bad Dream Spray!
-Sir Jestro
And yes, to what you were all thinking; the title of this blog is, in fact named after the Tommy Heavenly6 song with the same title.
[God I love her.]
So I went to Carrios' blog and it seems as though he might be getting shut down. He said he was flagged, I'm not sure for what though. I hope its not for content, because I'm pretty bad with that myself.
So for all of you who don't show your love to Carrios, or myself for that matter, you should really leave us some comments.
Another thing, I've been waiting for The AZN Persuasion and Truth to give me some updates, I can only read your guys' old posts so much. I know I'm guilty of not updating for a while too, but now I am so its all good in da' hood.
I hope none of you have forgotten about 'Nightmare Stare' because I've got a new chapter for all of you. I like it, I'm finally getting more into the wolrd he lives in, and where he is mentally. So I hope some of you will understand and others can already predict some of the futre actions of our hero [?].
Well, I'm already bored of myself and there's only two more weeks until Uroboros is released. I'm awaiting its release immensely.
Watch Bad Dream Spray!
-Sir Jestro
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Star Force Gemini Chapter Three [Part Two]
"Gee Ω, what do you want to do tonight?" [Jestro] asks.
"The same thing we do every night, [Jestro]—try to take over the world." Ω says as he, C4121205 and [Jestro] walk to his car.
“Shot gun!” C4121205 says with a giggle.
“No, bitch. You drive your fuckin, gay ass Nissan Maxima.” Ω says.
“But come on, Ω don’t be a dick!” C4121205 begs.
“Yo, [Jestro] over here doesn’t drive so I gotta take him with me.”
“I could drive [Jestro]!”
“No, rich boy. I drive [Jestro].”
“But…”
“I love men!” Ω says.
“Yeah, you do. Okay, I guess I’ll just follow you guys.”
“And take that fuckin’ lame ass V mask off!” Ω screams.
“But you know I can’t. If any of my school friends or my dad’s co-workers saw me hanging out with you guys I’d be crucified.” C4121205 says.
“Damn, he just hit you with some knowledge right there Ω.” [Jestro] says.
“Whatever, he’s still a bitch.” Ω unlocks the doors to his RX7 and he and [Jestro] get in. “You know, I talk a lot of shit on C4121205, but I fuckin’ love that guy.”
“Me too.” [Jestro] says. Just then some Jock mother fucker slams himself onto Ω’s car.
“Lawl! Hey, there freaks! You two gonna go play Dungeons and Dragons or have a insightful conversation with a girl or something gay like that?” The Jock yells through the windshield.
“Get the fuck off my car, fucker!” Ω screams to Jock. He opens his door and the Jock gets off the hood and smiles at Ω, thinking this’ll just be another nerd trying to fight him. Little does he know Ω’s weapon of choice is his Beam Katana, its like a light saber, only better, because the japanese make it.
“Hey, there freak wanna fight or something?” The Jock asks as he keeps looking back at his other Jock friends who’re laughing hysterically. But before he can react Ω slices his left arm off. The Jock falls over as a geyser of blood sprays out of the nub that used to be his arm.
“Don’t ever touch my car again!” Ω screams as he gets back in his car and speeds off leaving the jocks confused and calling the hospital.
“That was pretty cool.” [Jestro] says typing on his laptop.
“I am kind of a badass, aren’t I?”
“Yup, only kind of.” [Jestro] says. Ω slams on the brakes and grabs the hilt of his beam katana, but before he can do anything he notices that [Jestro] already has a gun to his head.
“Go ahead.” [Jestro] says. “Make my day.”
“I’m gonna kill you one day.” Ω says looking extremely pissed off.
“If I get a text saying I should kill you, best believe your ass is DOA.” [Jestro] says. Then C4121205 rolls up next to them.
“Hey, guys! Wanna race?!” He’s not wearing his V mask anymore. The two of them look at him. [Jestro] puts his gun away and Ω puts one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his shifter.
“Prepare to get pwned bitch!” Ω screams. That’s when [Jestro] hacks both C4121205’s and Ω’s satillite radios and puts on ‘Castaway’ by Benny Benassi.
“You know when!” [Jestro] screams and right at 30 seconds they fly off of the line, speeding like bats outta hell. Pompey City was built on a mountain pass, so there’s no question that when C4121205 asked if they wanted to race, he meant the Pompey downhill. At the top of Pompey mountain lies the shopping district, where all the kids hangout. At the bottom lies the city of Pompey. Its an insane rollercoaster ride from the top to the bottom, but Ω is a master at it and can fly down it half-asleep if he wanted to.
As he and [Jestro] approach the first turn, Ω looks at him and says.
“When this baby reaches 88 miles per hour, prepare to see some serious shit.” Then they take the first turn like champs, drifting it completely and smoothly. By this time Ω has already forgotten that C4121205 is even racing him, now its just a race between him and his dead brother’s ghost. [Jestro] watches as Ω’s eyes glaze over, he’s in the zone.
After a spectacular array of driving skills the three of them reach the bottom of the mountain and head for the LAN center. The LAN center was located in the basement of an old Korean guy’s house. He let our hero’s play for free because he liked them and because they’d also bring him Circus Peanuts every time they came in. This was their haven, this was their sanctuary, this was their Sparta. They get out and go inside the LAN center and get their game on.
“Yo, C4121205!” [Jestro] calls from one side of the LAN center to the other.
“Yeah?”
“Call 김재민.”
Please enjoy the music while your party is reached.
“My dick, costs a late night fee, your dick, gots the HIV. My dick…”
“여보세요?” Its 김재민.
“What’s up?” C4121205 says.
“Uh, just got out of work, you?”
“We’re at the LAN center.”
“That’s thirty minutes away, I’ll be there in ten.”
-Sir Jestro
"The same thing we do every night, [Jestro]—try to take over the world." Ω says as he, C4121205 and [Jestro] walk to his car.
“Shot gun!” C4121205 says with a giggle.
“No, bitch. You drive your fuckin, gay ass Nissan Maxima.” Ω says.
“But come on, Ω don’t be a dick!” C4121205 begs.
“Yo, [Jestro] over here doesn’t drive so I gotta take him with me.”
“I could drive [Jestro]!”
“No, rich boy. I drive [Jestro].”
“But…”
“I love men!” Ω says.
“Yeah, you do. Okay, I guess I’ll just follow you guys.”
“And take that fuckin’ lame ass V mask off!” Ω screams.
“But you know I can’t. If any of my school friends or my dad’s co-workers saw me hanging out with you guys I’d be crucified.” C4121205 says.
“Damn, he just hit you with some knowledge right there Ω.” [Jestro] says.
“Whatever, he’s still a bitch.” Ω unlocks the doors to his RX7 and he and [Jestro] get in. “You know, I talk a lot of shit on C4121205, but I fuckin’ love that guy.”
“Me too.” [Jestro] says. Just then some Jock mother fucker slams himself onto Ω’s car.
“Lawl! Hey, there freaks! You two gonna go play Dungeons and Dragons or have a insightful conversation with a girl or something gay like that?” The Jock yells through the windshield.
“Get the fuck off my car, fucker!” Ω screams to Jock. He opens his door and the Jock gets off the hood and smiles at Ω, thinking this’ll just be another nerd trying to fight him. Little does he know Ω’s weapon of choice is his Beam Katana, its like a light saber, only better, because the japanese make it.
“Hey, there freak wanna fight or something?” The Jock asks as he keeps looking back at his other Jock friends who’re laughing hysterically. But before he can react Ω slices his left arm off. The Jock falls over as a geyser of blood sprays out of the nub that used to be his arm.
“Don’t ever touch my car again!” Ω screams as he gets back in his car and speeds off leaving the jocks confused and calling the hospital.
“That was pretty cool.” [Jestro] says typing on his laptop.
“I am kind of a badass, aren’t I?”
“Yup, only kind of.” [Jestro] says. Ω slams on the brakes and grabs the hilt of his beam katana, but before he can do anything he notices that [Jestro] already has a gun to his head.
“Go ahead.” [Jestro] says. “Make my day.”
“I’m gonna kill you one day.” Ω says looking extremely pissed off.
“If I get a text saying I should kill you, best believe your ass is DOA.” [Jestro] says. Then C4121205 rolls up next to them.
“Hey, guys! Wanna race?!” He’s not wearing his V mask anymore. The two of them look at him. [Jestro] puts his gun away and Ω puts one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his shifter.
“Prepare to get pwned bitch!” Ω screams. That’s when [Jestro] hacks both C4121205’s and Ω’s satillite radios and puts on ‘Castaway’ by Benny Benassi.
“You know when!” [Jestro] screams and right at 30 seconds they fly off of the line, speeding like bats outta hell. Pompey City was built on a mountain pass, so there’s no question that when C4121205 asked if they wanted to race, he meant the Pompey downhill. At the top of Pompey mountain lies the shopping district, where all the kids hangout. At the bottom lies the city of Pompey. Its an insane rollercoaster ride from the top to the bottom, but Ω is a master at it and can fly down it half-asleep if he wanted to.
As he and [Jestro] approach the first turn, Ω looks at him and says.
“When this baby reaches 88 miles per hour, prepare to see some serious shit.” Then they take the first turn like champs, drifting it completely and smoothly. By this time Ω has already forgotten that C4121205 is even racing him, now its just a race between him and his dead brother’s ghost. [Jestro] watches as Ω’s eyes glaze over, he’s in the zone.
After a spectacular array of driving skills the three of them reach the bottom of the mountain and head for the LAN center. The LAN center was located in the basement of an old Korean guy’s house. He let our hero’s play for free because he liked them and because they’d also bring him Circus Peanuts every time they came in. This was their haven, this was their sanctuary, this was their Sparta. They get out and go inside the LAN center and get their game on.
“Yo, C4121205!” [Jestro] calls from one side of the LAN center to the other.
“Yeah?”
“Call 김재민.”
Please enjoy the music while your party is reached.
“My dick, costs a late night fee, your dick, gots the HIV. My dick…”
“여보세요?” Its 김재민.
“What’s up?” C4121205 says.
“Uh, just got out of work, you?”
“We’re at the LAN center.”
“That’s thirty minutes away, I’ll be there in ten.”
-Sir Jestro
Friday, October 17, 2008
Fourth Edition
Everyone who's reading this should really go to Shayne's blogspot and read his telling of our D&D campaign, its awesome!
Also, C4121205 just informed me that in the fourth edition, Mind Flayers are part of the starting races, I'm not sure if that's true or not, because I have Savage Species and you have to take a hell of a lot of Mind Flayer monster classes before you can cross class to a 'normal' class. But I also don't play version four, so they may have changed the rules on me.
I've been getting a lot of questions as people read my stories, its better not to ask but to read. I write that way on purpose, as a way to have people come back. Trust me, I'm the most anal person when it comes to continuity. Just be patient everything has its place. There are also other times when you should ask yourself not how something happened, but why did it happen.
Comments are loved!!!
Be safe everyone.
-Sir Jestro
Also, C4121205 just informed me that in the fourth edition, Mind Flayers are part of the starting races, I'm not sure if that's true or not, because I have Savage Species and you have to take a hell of a lot of Mind Flayer monster classes before you can cross class to a 'normal' class. But I also don't play version four, so they may have changed the rules on me.
I've been getting a lot of questions as people read my stories, its better not to ask but to read. I write that way on purpose, as a way to have people come back. Trust me, I'm the most anal person when it comes to continuity. Just be patient everything has its place. There are also other times when you should ask yourself not how something happened, but why did it happen.
Comments are loved!!!
Be safe everyone.
-Sir Jestro
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Star Force Gemini Chapter Three [Part One]
“THIS IS SPARTA!!” Ω screams.
“Uh….Hi, welcome to Happy Endings.” The Asian clerk says back to him. “Would you like some Boba?”
“Hell, yeah I want Boba! Gimme a green apple slush with Boba in it. KTHNXBYE!”
“One green apple slush with Boba comin’ up!” The clerk grabs a marker. “Your name, sir?”
“Ω.” He says.
“Omego, got it.” The clerk says.
“Its Omega!” [Jestro] butts in and says. “And I’d like the same, only without the Boba, please.”
“Okay, your name, sir?” The Clerk asks.
“[Jestro].” He says.
“With the brackets too? Or just the name Jestro?”
“Either way, doesn’t really matter to me.”
“Okay, brackets it is!” The clerk is very happy today. “Okay, two green apple slushes, one without Boba.” That’s when [Jestro] leaves, leaving Ω to pay for both of them.
“No, wait…” But he’s cut off and forced to pay for both of the drinks. [Jestro] is looking out the glass doors when Ω smacks him in the back of the head with his slush. “Here, you fucking Nig Hat. You owe me some sex tonight.”
“Kay.” [Jestro] says as he stabs his straw through the seal and begins to drink. They both now look out the glass doors and see 김재민, he’s across the street, at work. They see that he notices them and begins waving erratically and pointing at them and himself as if to say, “Hey, guys! I see you! Its such a coincidence that you’re over there buying green apple slushes while I’m here working at the yogurt shop!”
They both wave back and head out the doors, a cute Asian girl walks past them.
“Dude, I’d fuck an Asian chick so hard, my big fat Greek dick would tear her lil Tokyo pussy up! Godzilla status! RAWR!” Ω says overbearingly loud to [Sir_Jestro].
“Sure you would.” He responds and answers his phone. “Yeah?”
“Yo, dude. Even I heard that.” Its김재민. “But…you know…that might only be because I’ve got crazy ninja hearing, but I dunno?”
“Ω.” [Jestro] says tilting his phone away from his mouth in order to talk to him. “김재민 says you’re a fuck.”
“No, he didn’t.”
“Yeah, I did!” 김재민 says now behind the two of them.
“Yo, did you hang up, cuz I’m still on the phone with you?” [Jestro] asks.
“No. Hahaha, there we go.” He hangs up the phone.
They laugh, and Ω is still fat.
They continue to walk as a heavy cloaked masked individual approaches them.
“C4121205, why the hell do you wear that gay-ass V For Vendetta mask?” Ω asks with a mouth full of slush.
“Its so no one will know my true identity, you see I can do things as V, I can’t do myself. V is an idea and ideas are bulletproof.” He says.
“Are they really?” 김재민 asks.
“No.” Ω and [Jestro] say together.
“I could shoot the fuck outta that V mask if I wanted.” [Jestro] says.
“Would you really?” C4121205 asks.
“No.” [Jestro] replies. “ But if I wanted to I could.”
“Oh, okay.” C4121205 says.
“Bitch, take it off, we already know its you!” Ω says slapping him on the back of his head.
“But hey, I know you guys are assassins!” He says.
“Remember what we told you about that?” 김재민 asks.
“Yeah,” He says in a defeated tone. “Nobody would believe me.”
“You’re damn right they wouldn’t.” Ω says as someone bumps into him. “Whatchit you fuck!” The guy turns around to him and says,
“Agent 23?”
“Yea?” Ω answers.
“Sign for this package, please.”
“Kay.” He signs a really sloppy looking Ω symbol. “Now get outta here ‘fore I have my homie [Jestro] here shoot your dick off.”
The guy hurries off, holding his balls.
“Would you really have blown his balls off?” C4121205 asks [Jestro].
“No.” [Jestro] replies drinking his slush.
“Fuck, C4121205! Shut up!! I hate your face!” Ω screams.
“Ooh! What’s in package!?” 김재민 asks in an almost too cliché Asian voice.
“Let me check.” He opens the package and finds a cell phone with a sticky note that says ‘Press Play’. He does. A video begins, the three others huddle around him. They see still images of a fat man with long brown hair and a Monore piercing. Then a voice begins to say,
“This man’s name is Jared Bonner,” They all giggle a little. “He’s been seducing the wives of CEOs for years as a means to obtain insight on the secrets of the companies. He makes a handsome living blackmailing the above mentioned CEOs. We have an internal source that has informed us that this evening, Mr. Bonner,” They giggle again. “Will be seducing a wife at a local motel, make the move there. There is no reward for him alive. Have a great day and remember, always wear a condom because nobody wants any of your kids running around. This message will self-destruct in ten seconds. The Guild.”
“What a bunch of bullshit, killing a guy for getting pussy!” C4121205 says.
“You make a valid point, good sir.” 김재민 says pointing to him.
“What should we do, Ω?” [Jestro] asks.
“Fuckin’ kill his ass and get paid, then get laid, go to a club and watch asses drop and get drunk, and crunk, and all that shit that rappers talk about…” He pause. “I thought this shit was gonna self-destruct!?” The phone catches on fire.
“Its on fire! Its on fire! Its on fire!” Ω yells as he lets out a girlish scream.
The others laugh as they watch Ω act like a human.
Just then screams are heard from the other side of the road.
“BEN!!! GET YOUR ASS BACK TO WORK!” Its김재민’s manager, the one he has a HUGE crush on. “YOU’D BETTER GET OVER HERE NOW OR I’M GONNA RIDE YOUR ASS, YOU LIL’ SHIT!!!!” She screams, all eyes are now on them.
“Dude,” [Jestro] says to김재민. “I think you should stay here, that way she’ll ride your ass.” They laugh and김재민 runs back to work. He stops and turns back to them and yells.
“Hopefully!” He lets out a big Asian smile and runs off. He runs into work and slides up next to his manager, JooEun. “Hey, boss. Why So Serious?”
-Sir Jestro and 김재민
“Uh….Hi, welcome to Happy Endings.” The Asian clerk says back to him. “Would you like some Boba?”
“Hell, yeah I want Boba! Gimme a green apple slush with Boba in it. KTHNXBYE!”
“One green apple slush with Boba comin’ up!” The clerk grabs a marker. “Your name, sir?”
“Ω.” He says.
“Omego, got it.” The clerk says.
“Its Omega!” [Jestro] butts in and says. “And I’d like the same, only without the Boba, please.”
“Okay, your name, sir?” The Clerk asks.
“[Jestro].” He says.
“With the brackets too? Or just the name Jestro?”
“Either way, doesn’t really matter to me.”
“Okay, brackets it is!” The clerk is very happy today. “Okay, two green apple slushes, one without Boba.” That’s when [Jestro] leaves, leaving Ω to pay for both of them.
“No, wait…” But he’s cut off and forced to pay for both of the drinks. [Jestro] is looking out the glass doors when Ω smacks him in the back of the head with his slush. “Here, you fucking Nig Hat. You owe me some sex tonight.”
“Kay.” [Jestro] says as he stabs his straw through the seal and begins to drink. They both now look out the glass doors and see 김재민, he’s across the street, at work. They see that he notices them and begins waving erratically and pointing at them and himself as if to say, “Hey, guys! I see you! Its such a coincidence that you’re over there buying green apple slushes while I’m here working at the yogurt shop!”
They both wave back and head out the doors, a cute Asian girl walks past them.
“Dude, I’d fuck an Asian chick so hard, my big fat Greek dick would tear her lil Tokyo pussy up! Godzilla status! RAWR!” Ω says overbearingly loud to [Sir_Jestro].
“Sure you would.” He responds and answers his phone. “Yeah?”
“Yo, dude. Even I heard that.” Its김재민. “But…you know…that might only be because I’ve got crazy ninja hearing, but I dunno?”
“Ω.” [Jestro] says tilting his phone away from his mouth in order to talk to him. “김재민 says you’re a fuck.”
“No, he didn’t.”
“Yeah, I did!” 김재민 says now behind the two of them.
“Yo, did you hang up, cuz I’m still on the phone with you?” [Jestro] asks.
“No. Hahaha, there we go.” He hangs up the phone.
They laugh, and Ω is still fat.
They continue to walk as a heavy cloaked masked individual approaches them.
“C4121205, why the hell do you wear that gay-ass V For Vendetta mask?” Ω asks with a mouth full of slush.
“Its so no one will know my true identity, you see I can do things as V, I can’t do myself. V is an idea and ideas are bulletproof.” He says.
“Are they really?” 김재민 asks.
“No.” Ω and [Jestro] say together.
“I could shoot the fuck outta that V mask if I wanted.” [Jestro] says.
“Would you really?” C4121205 asks.
“No.” [Jestro] replies. “ But if I wanted to I could.”
“Oh, okay.” C4121205 says.
“Bitch, take it off, we already know its you!” Ω says slapping him on the back of his head.
“But hey, I know you guys are assassins!” He says.
“Remember what we told you about that?” 김재민 asks.
“Yeah,” He says in a defeated tone. “Nobody would believe me.”
“You’re damn right they wouldn’t.” Ω says as someone bumps into him. “Whatchit you fuck!” The guy turns around to him and says,
“Agent 23?”
“Yea?” Ω answers.
“Sign for this package, please.”
“Kay.” He signs a really sloppy looking Ω symbol. “Now get outta here ‘fore I have my homie [Jestro] here shoot your dick off.”
The guy hurries off, holding his balls.
“Would you really have blown his balls off?” C4121205 asks [Jestro].
“No.” [Jestro] replies drinking his slush.
“Fuck, C4121205! Shut up!! I hate your face!” Ω screams.
“Ooh! What’s in package!?” 김재민 asks in an almost too cliché Asian voice.
“Let me check.” He opens the package and finds a cell phone with a sticky note that says ‘Press Play’. He does. A video begins, the three others huddle around him. They see still images of a fat man with long brown hair and a Monore piercing. Then a voice begins to say,
“This man’s name is Jared Bonner,” They all giggle a little. “He’s been seducing the wives of CEOs for years as a means to obtain insight on the secrets of the companies. He makes a handsome living blackmailing the above mentioned CEOs. We have an internal source that has informed us that this evening, Mr. Bonner,” They giggle again. “Will be seducing a wife at a local motel, make the move there. There is no reward for him alive. Have a great day and remember, always wear a condom because nobody wants any of your kids running around. This message will self-destruct in ten seconds. The Guild.”
“What a bunch of bullshit, killing a guy for getting pussy!” C4121205 says.
“You make a valid point, good sir.” 김재민 says pointing to him.
“What should we do, Ω?” [Jestro] asks.
“Fuckin’ kill his ass and get paid, then get laid, go to a club and watch asses drop and get drunk, and crunk, and all that shit that rappers talk about…” He pause. “I thought this shit was gonna self-destruct!?” The phone catches on fire.
“Its on fire! Its on fire! Its on fire!” Ω yells as he lets out a girlish scream.
The others laugh as they watch Ω act like a human.
Just then screams are heard from the other side of the road.
“BEN!!! GET YOUR ASS BACK TO WORK!” Its김재민’s manager, the one he has a HUGE crush on. “YOU’D BETTER GET OVER HERE NOW OR I’M GONNA RIDE YOUR ASS, YOU LIL’ SHIT!!!!” She screams, all eyes are now on them.
“Dude,” [Jestro] says to김재민. “I think you should stay here, that way she’ll ride your ass.” They laugh and김재민 runs back to work. He stops and turns back to them and yells.
“Hopefully!” He lets out a big Asian smile and runs off. He runs into work and slides up next to his manager, JooEun. “Hey, boss. Why So Serious?”
-Sir Jestro and 김재민
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Star Force Gemini Chapter Two
“Get your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty ape!” Ω says as he’s being held captive by four school officials, The Yellow Jackets.
“I’m not an Ape, Mr. Bozonelos.” One of The Yellow Jackets says. “But that little remark’s pinned you detention for a week.”
“FUCK!” Ω screams more to himself than to them.
“That just pinned ya’ another week.” The Yellow Jacket gets in his face. “Your ass is mine, you lil’ shit.” Then he slaps Ω on the face and The Yellow Jackets leave. Ω starts to walk to class, History, not because he actually wants or needs to go, but more out of habit. As he walks [Jestro] walks up next to him.
“So I think The Yellow Jackets want to have a five way with me.” Ω sighs.
“That’s nice, have fun with that. Be sure to use lots of lube and wear a condom.” [Jestro] says and then they part ways. [Jestro] heads down a flight of stairs, when he reaches the bottom he sees her, Ha-Neul. He stops dead in his tracks, her cuteness paralyzes him. He just stands there gazing at her straight black hair and her big brown eyes.
“Dude.” Its 김재민. “Why are you staring at that girl?”
“She’s so cute!”
“Yeah, she is! You gonna say hello?” He asks.
“No way! I can’t just walk up and say hello, she’ll think I’m a perv!” [Jestro] says.
“You got girls all wrong, [Jestro]. Let me show you.” 김재민 walks over to Ha-Neul and her group of friends, [Jestro] just watches and they all start to smile. He returns a few moments later.
“What happened?” [Jestro] asks.
“She’s coming to my track meet. You should make a move on her there.” 김재민 says smiling still. “And plus I kinda told her you had the hotts for her.”
“What the fuck, man!” [Jestro] shoves him a little bit. “Now I look like a puss, thanks, dick.”
“Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“Fun? How?”
“Well, she started blushing when I told her.” Then he let out some weird kind of ‘oh’ sound and put on an even bigger smile. [Jestro] thought silently to himself for a second.
“Okay, when’s the meet?”
They pause and begin to laugh.
“MEAT!!” They say together.
“Hahaha, its Thursday.”
“Alright, I’ll be there.” [Jestro] says. “But, yo, I gotta get to class. Peace out.” He walks off.
“Later.” 김재민 says as he goes up the stairs and heads to class. On his way there he sees C4121205 completely making out with his hot and attractive big breasted brunette girlfriend, Deb. As he walks past them he coughs to himself.
“Fuckin C4121205!”
But C4121205 knows he can’t acknowledge 김재민 at school, the same goes with both [Jestro] and Ω. So C4121205 just focuses on sucking his hot and attractive girlfriend’s face. He grabs her butt a little which gets him in trouble by a passing Yellow Jacket.
“Hey hey hey, kids. Keep it G rated.” He says. C4121205 glances at 김재민 who is still looking at him as he walks.
“Do you know who I am?” C4121205 says to The Yellow Jacket in a flamboyant manner. “ I’m Carlos A. Ball, Captain of the tennis team.”
“Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Ball.” The Yellow Jacket apologizes. “I didn’t know that was you, alright how you were.” Then he runs off. That’s when C4121205 looks back at 김재민 who is laughing hysterically.
“What’s so funny?” Ω asks 김재민 as he walks up behind him smoking a cigarette.
“C4121205 just said he was a ball.”
“Ha, more like a ball sack.”
“I know!”
They both laugh.
“But his girlfriend is so fucking hot, do you think they fuck?” Ω asks.
“[Jestro] told me they do. He said the hidden camera we planted in C4121205’s house showed them getting all kinds of crazy.” 김재민 says.
“What a fucking bitch!” He spits and that’s when The Yellow Jacket notices him.
“Mr. Bozonelos! Did you want another week with me in detention?”
“No.”
“Really? Okay.” He pauses. “Hey, wait! Too bad!”
“Fuck.”
“Put that cigarette out, Mr. Bozonelos.” The Yellow Jacket demands.
“Whoa, Mr. Bozonelos is my father.” Ω says as he flicks the half smoked cigarette somewhere.
“That’s better.” The Yellow Jacket says as he turns around.. “I’ll see you next week.” He walks off.
“I fucking hate that guy, he’s like a tumor!” Ω yells to 김재민, who replies.
“If I had a tumor, I’d name it Marla.”
-Sir Jestro
“I’m not an Ape, Mr. Bozonelos.” One of The Yellow Jackets says. “But that little remark’s pinned you detention for a week.”
“FUCK!” Ω screams more to himself than to them.
“That just pinned ya’ another week.” The Yellow Jacket gets in his face. “Your ass is mine, you lil’ shit.” Then he slaps Ω on the face and The Yellow Jackets leave. Ω starts to walk to class, History, not because he actually wants or needs to go, but more out of habit. As he walks [Jestro] walks up next to him.
“So I think The Yellow Jackets want to have a five way with me.” Ω sighs.
“That’s nice, have fun with that. Be sure to use lots of lube and wear a condom.” [Jestro] says and then they part ways. [Jestro] heads down a flight of stairs, when he reaches the bottom he sees her, Ha-Neul. He stops dead in his tracks, her cuteness paralyzes him. He just stands there gazing at her straight black hair and her big brown eyes.
“Dude.” Its 김재민. “Why are you staring at that girl?”
“She’s so cute!”
“Yeah, she is! You gonna say hello?” He asks.
“No way! I can’t just walk up and say hello, she’ll think I’m a perv!” [Jestro] says.
“You got girls all wrong, [Jestro]. Let me show you.” 김재민 walks over to Ha-Neul and her group of friends, [Jestro] just watches and they all start to smile. He returns a few moments later.
“What happened?” [Jestro] asks.
“She’s coming to my track meet. You should make a move on her there.” 김재민 says smiling still. “And plus I kinda told her you had the hotts for her.”
“What the fuck, man!” [Jestro] shoves him a little bit. “Now I look like a puss, thanks, dick.”
“Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“Fun? How?”
“Well, she started blushing when I told her.” Then he let out some weird kind of ‘oh’ sound and put on an even bigger smile. [Jestro] thought silently to himself for a second.
“Okay, when’s the meet?”
They pause and begin to laugh.
“MEAT!!” They say together.
“Hahaha, its Thursday.”
“Alright, I’ll be there.” [Jestro] says. “But, yo, I gotta get to class. Peace out.” He walks off.
“Later.” 김재민 says as he goes up the stairs and heads to class. On his way there he sees C4121205 completely making out with his hot and attractive big breasted brunette girlfriend, Deb. As he walks past them he coughs to himself.
“Fuckin C4121205!”
But C4121205 knows he can’t acknowledge 김재민 at school, the same goes with both [Jestro] and Ω. So C4121205 just focuses on sucking his hot and attractive girlfriend’s face. He grabs her butt a little which gets him in trouble by a passing Yellow Jacket.
“Hey hey hey, kids. Keep it G rated.” He says. C4121205 glances at 김재민 who is still looking at him as he walks.
“Do you know who I am?” C4121205 says to The Yellow Jacket in a flamboyant manner. “ I’m Carlos A. Ball, Captain of the tennis team.”
“Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Ball.” The Yellow Jacket apologizes. “I didn’t know that was you, alright how you were.” Then he runs off. That’s when C4121205 looks back at 김재민 who is laughing hysterically.
“What’s so funny?” Ω asks 김재민 as he walks up behind him smoking a cigarette.
“C4121205 just said he was a ball.”
“Ha, more like a ball sack.”
“I know!”
They both laugh.
“But his girlfriend is so fucking hot, do you think they fuck?” Ω asks.
“[Jestro] told me they do. He said the hidden camera we planted in C4121205’s house showed them getting all kinds of crazy.” 김재민 says.
“What a fucking bitch!” He spits and that’s when The Yellow Jacket notices him.
“Mr. Bozonelos! Did you want another week with me in detention?”
“No.”
“Really? Okay.” He pauses. “Hey, wait! Too bad!”
“Fuck.”
“Put that cigarette out, Mr. Bozonelos.” The Yellow Jacket demands.
“Whoa, Mr. Bozonelos is my father.” Ω says as he flicks the half smoked cigarette somewhere.
“That’s better.” The Yellow Jacket says as he turns around.. “I’ll see you next week.” He walks off.
“I fucking hate that guy, he’s like a tumor!” Ω yells to 김재민, who replies.
“If I had a tumor, I’d name it Marla.”
-Sir Jestro
Monday, October 13, 2008
Star Force Gemini Chapter One [Part Two]
“I’ve had it with these Mother fuckin’ snakes on this Mother fuckin’ plane!!” Ω screams as they merge onto the freeway.
“What the fuck are you talking about? We’re in your car.” [Jestro] says. “Dude, are there snakes in your car?”
Just then Ω swerves avoiding what could have been a collision from Twisted Metal. [Jestro] drops his glok.
“Fuckin’ shit on my chest!!! [Jestro] get this asshole off of my ass!”
“Okie doke!” [Jestro] says as he pulls out a 357 Magnum and climbs out the passenger window.
“What the fuck are you doing, Nig Hat?!” Ω yells but is too busy trying not to get his car damaged to do anything but bitch. [Jestro], who’s now on the hood, peeks his head back inside and says,
“You know, it doesn’t bother me if that crazy motherfucker totals your car.”
“Good point. God’s speed, Spiderman.”
[Jestro] stands with one foot on the hood and the other on the top of the windshield and then he jumps. He does a cartwheel off of Ω’s RX7 and hurls himself towards Twisted Metal’s ’67 Mustang. While in mid-flip, he puts his left hand to his left head phone and his robo-suit expands and spreads over his whole body. He lands on Twisted Metal’s hood.
That’s when [Jestro] notices three other ’67 Mustangs on the freeway, Twisted Metal brought a gang.
“Fucker!!” [Jestro] screams. He knows its morally wrong to kill the boss before his minions. So he turned to his left and aimed at the Mustang coming up that side.
BANG!
SCREECH!
EXPLOSION!
LOL!
“One down, two to go.” He said. Just then, a Mini Gun rose up from in between [Jestro]’s legs. “Holy shit!” That’s when he jumped onto the Mustang that was coming up on the right. When he landed on the hood bullets came flying out almost hitting him. Twisted Metal, right behind Ω, locked his gun onto that Greek bastard.[Jestro] kicked his leg into the windshield of the Minion Mustang and grabbed hold of the steering wheel with his foot. Twisted Metal opened fire, just at that second [Jestro] and the Minion Mustang swerved into the line of fire. As the Minion Mustang began to fall apart and burn up [Jestro] jumped back onto Twisted Metal’s Mustang. The third Minion Mustang speeds up to try and flank Ω.
“What the fuck!!?” Ω screams to himself as he watches the car explode in his rear view mirror, he checks the rest of his mirrors. That’s when he sees a Gun Metal 325Ci BMW driving on his right. “Fuckin’ C4121205, what the hell are you doing here?!”
“Just driving. You guys sure do make a scene, don’t you?” C4121205 screams back.
“Bitch, get the fuck out of here! Hurry up, or else you’ll miss fucking Tennis Practice!” Ω screams.
“Its Wednesday! You know this is the day I have sex with my hot and attractive girlfriend.”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!” Ω swerves pretending to try and hit C4121205.
“Hahahaha!” C4121205 laughs. “Its cool if you total this car, I’ve still got my Lancer and my Maxima!”
“I’m going to kill you, you rich bastard!” Ω screams as C4121205 speeds off into the distance. Ω peeks his head out of his window and screams to [Jestro].
“The Franklin Overpass!”
김재민 stands on top of The Franklin Overpass. He leaps off and slams his wieght onto the hood of the final Minion Mustang sending it flipping over him and crashing down onto the center divider. 김재민 stands in the middle of the freeway waiting for Ω. As Ω speeds by 김재민 grabs a hold of the side of his car and pulls himself inside.
“What’s up!” He says almost a little too cliché Asian-like.
“I saw you flip that car Hellboy style, not gonna lie, pretty cool. Unoriginal, but still pretty cool.”
“It was better than your introduction.” 김재민 says and picks up [Jestro]’s glok. “Why is this in here?”
“Cuz [Jestro]’s a fucking n00b!”
“Do you think I should give this to him?”
They both look in the rear window and watch [Jestro] waiting on Twisted Metal.
“I guess.”
“Yeah, me too.”
김재민 climbs onto Ω’s car and calls out to [Jestro].
“Hey! I found your glok!” He waves it to him.
“But I’ve already got my 357 right here!” [Jestro] waves it back.
“Oh, okay!” 김재민 smiles.
Just then Twisted Metal makes an aggressive acceleration towards the RX7, as a reflex 김재민 throws a knife at him. The knife pops the front left tire sending Twisted Metal swerving back and forth.
“Enough of this shit!” [Jestro] screams to himself and pulls off the top of Twisted Metal’s Mustang, agent style. Inside he sees the hottest girl in his life, tall, Blondie, green eyes, big tits. He cries a little and then shoots her in the head, and then jumps off. The car swerves into the center divider and explodes. They regroup.
“What’d he look like?” 김재민 asks.
“She was so fucking hot!” [Jestro] says.
“Wait,” Ω interjects. “that piece of shit was a hot chick?”
“Yeah.”
They all weep together. Then Ω says through his tears.
“One hundred percent of all people die, and seventy percent of those people get old, before then, and then they shop at Ralphs.”
“Thank god she never got old.” 김재민 says.
-Sir Jestro
“What the fuck are you talking about? We’re in your car.” [Jestro] says. “Dude, are there snakes in your car?”
Just then Ω swerves avoiding what could have been a collision from Twisted Metal. [Jestro] drops his glok.
“Fuckin’ shit on my chest!!! [Jestro] get this asshole off of my ass!”
“Okie doke!” [Jestro] says as he pulls out a 357 Magnum and climbs out the passenger window.
“What the fuck are you doing, Nig Hat?!” Ω yells but is too busy trying not to get his car damaged to do anything but bitch. [Jestro], who’s now on the hood, peeks his head back inside and says,
“You know, it doesn’t bother me if that crazy motherfucker totals your car.”
“Good point. God’s speed, Spiderman.”
[Jestro] stands with one foot on the hood and the other on the top of the windshield and then he jumps. He does a cartwheel off of Ω’s RX7 and hurls himself towards Twisted Metal’s ’67 Mustang. While in mid-flip, he puts his left hand to his left head phone and his robo-suit expands and spreads over his whole body. He lands on Twisted Metal’s hood.
That’s when [Jestro] notices three other ’67 Mustangs on the freeway, Twisted Metal brought a gang.
“Fucker!!” [Jestro] screams. He knows its morally wrong to kill the boss before his minions. So he turned to his left and aimed at the Mustang coming up that side.
BANG!
SCREECH!
EXPLOSION!
LOL!
“One down, two to go.” He said. Just then, a Mini Gun rose up from in between [Jestro]’s legs. “Holy shit!” That’s when he jumped onto the Mustang that was coming up on the right. When he landed on the hood bullets came flying out almost hitting him. Twisted Metal, right behind Ω, locked his gun onto that Greek bastard.[Jestro] kicked his leg into the windshield of the Minion Mustang and grabbed hold of the steering wheel with his foot. Twisted Metal opened fire, just at that second [Jestro] and the Minion Mustang swerved into the line of fire. As the Minion Mustang began to fall apart and burn up [Jestro] jumped back onto Twisted Metal’s Mustang. The third Minion Mustang speeds up to try and flank Ω.
“What the fuck!!?” Ω screams to himself as he watches the car explode in his rear view mirror, he checks the rest of his mirrors. That’s when he sees a Gun Metal 325Ci BMW driving on his right. “Fuckin’ C4121205, what the hell are you doing here?!”
“Just driving. You guys sure do make a scene, don’t you?” C4121205 screams back.
“Bitch, get the fuck out of here! Hurry up, or else you’ll miss fucking Tennis Practice!” Ω screams.
“Its Wednesday! You know this is the day I have sex with my hot and attractive girlfriend.”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!” Ω swerves pretending to try and hit C4121205.
“Hahahaha!” C4121205 laughs. “Its cool if you total this car, I’ve still got my Lancer and my Maxima!”
“I’m going to kill you, you rich bastard!” Ω screams as C4121205 speeds off into the distance. Ω peeks his head out of his window and screams to [Jestro].
“The Franklin Overpass!”
김재민 stands on top of The Franklin Overpass. He leaps off and slams his wieght onto the hood of the final Minion Mustang sending it flipping over him and crashing down onto the center divider. 김재민 stands in the middle of the freeway waiting for Ω. As Ω speeds by 김재민 grabs a hold of the side of his car and pulls himself inside.
“What’s up!” He says almost a little too cliché Asian-like.
“I saw you flip that car Hellboy style, not gonna lie, pretty cool. Unoriginal, but still pretty cool.”
“It was better than your introduction.” 김재민 says and picks up [Jestro]’s glok. “Why is this in here?”
“Cuz [Jestro]’s a fucking n00b!”
“Do you think I should give this to him?”
They both look in the rear window and watch [Jestro] waiting on Twisted Metal.
“I guess.”
“Yeah, me too.”
김재민 climbs onto Ω’s car and calls out to [Jestro].
“Hey! I found your glok!” He waves it to him.
“But I’ve already got my 357 right here!” [Jestro] waves it back.
“Oh, okay!” 김재민 smiles.
Just then Twisted Metal makes an aggressive acceleration towards the RX7, as a reflex 김재민 throws a knife at him. The knife pops the front left tire sending Twisted Metal swerving back and forth.
“Enough of this shit!” [Jestro] screams to himself and pulls off the top of Twisted Metal’s Mustang, agent style. Inside he sees the hottest girl in his life, tall, Blondie, green eyes, big tits. He cries a little and then shoots her in the head, and then jumps off. The car swerves into the center divider and explodes. They regroup.
“What’d he look like?” 김재민 asks.
“She was so fucking hot!” [Jestro] says.
“Wait,” Ω interjects. “that piece of shit was a hot chick?”
“Yeah.”
They all weep together. Then Ω says through his tears.
“One hundred percent of all people die, and seventy percent of those people get old, before then, and then they shop at Ralphs.”
“Thank god she never got old.” 김재민 says.
-Sir Jestro
Bad Idea?
Okay, so I guess putting up all the posts of 'The Rabbit's Foot' was a bad idea; no one's reading them.
This makes me sad.
Well, there was my 'masterpiece' some would say. Others would say its 'Zeros and Ones'. I, on the other hand, would have to say that once 'Dollface' is done, that will be my masterpiece, because I won't let it be anything but that, my masterpiece.
SFG is still well on its way, as well Nightmare Stare.
A little aside here, Carrios is the man, he is my bretheren, I love that guy.
TSTES flipping rocked saturday night, you should have been there.
Umm, read At-Midnight-Pro and The Asian Persuasion!!!
-Sir Jestro
This makes me sad.
Well, there was my 'masterpiece' some would say. Others would say its 'Zeros and Ones'. I, on the other hand, would have to say that once 'Dollface' is done, that will be my masterpiece, because I won't let it be anything but that, my masterpiece.
SFG is still well on its way, as well Nightmare Stare.
A little aside here, Carrios is the man, he is my bretheren, I love that guy.
TSTES flipping rocked saturday night, you should have been there.
Umm, read At-Midnight-Pro and The Asian Persuasion!!!
-Sir Jestro
Saturday, October 11, 2008
The Rabbit's Foot: Chapter Eight
"Yeah, hi."
"Trevor!" I scream into my phone.
"This is Trevor, leave me message, and I'll, uhh, call you back."
BEEP!
"Trevor, you'll never guess where I am; 312 Bunny Dr. Call me back A.S.A.P. Bye!"
I'm still in my car, the windows are fogged up, but I'm not sure if its because I'm panicking or because of the cold. "I'm freaking out. Call me when you get this, bye."
I can't just sit in my car crying and sweating off all my makeup, I wont be a person when I walk out. So I roll down the windows, let the hot air billow out, and reapply my face.
Ten minutes later, yeah sweat smears, I walk out of my car. I can't stand this anymore.
I walk onto the sidewalk. A thousand nerves fly from my toes to my heart, fear.
Its called fear. I look up at this abandoned building, and fear flys through me.
A feeling I haven't felt in, I can't remember when. But I think maybe this place and I have some kind of history together? I slowly walk up the five steps to the two glass door.
A white room.
I turn around to see if maybe Trevor is here yet, no cars on the road. I look back at the two glass doors.
A white room, there are windows.
I put my arm out to touch the door handle; there's no lock or chain on either of the doors. My arm reaches for the handle.
A white room, there are windows. These windows, like mirrors, do not look outward, but instead, they show you the face of who you are. There are figures within the mirrors, holding their clipboards, watching with note taking eyes. The light from their observation rooms fill the white room with light. The walls are bare. The floor is made of sponge.
I take hold of the metal handle and pull the left door open. I walk inside, the door slams behind me.
You feel ready to burst, ready to fall apart. Like a broken toy. You are holding something that is very dear to you, and holding your best friends. You look down, at the sponge floor, you look down. And out pours who you used to be. Your stomach rips apart like a broken watermelon, the chunks of your former self flop to the floor like dying fish.
As the door slams lights flicker on. I see a long hallway and as I walk down it I can't help but feel like I've walked down this hallway before. But now it feels smaller. I don't know where I'm going, but I feel drawn by something.
The pieces lie in front of you on the floor. The pieces of who you used to be call out at you like an aborted baby. They reach out to you, your first miscarriage. Their hands dig into the sponge all around you as they pull themselves toward you. As you run for safety the blood that continues to fall hardens into thorns, like those from a rose bush, cutting you in more places. The cycle continues.
I walk to the end of the hallway, and my body turns left. I walk into a white room, with spongy floors. My heart stops beating. I fall to the floor. I lie there, on the floor, too afraid to move, too afraid to cry, I just lie there.
I hear a sound come from down the hall, it sounds like the front door opening. Trevor's here at last! As I start to get up with my fear suddenly gone, I fall right back to the ground.
Its that asshole Jason, why did he follow me here?
"You scared the shit outta' me!" I yell at him. I close my eyes and let out a deep breath. Oh, I got myself worked up, I feel so stupid. Then I feel a heavy weight on my shoulders.
I open my eyes and Jason's on top of me. He's smiling. I stare at him. He stares right back; I'm gonna rape you. That's the look on his face, I can see into his eyes, I see my purity slowly being fucked out of me, by some fucking stoner!
"Get off of me!" I scream but he shifts his weight allowing himself to cover my mouth while keeping me pinned to the floor.
"Just shut the fuck up, and gimmie what I want, whore." He says in my ear, his sandpaper five 'o clock shadow scratches my face. I'm beginning to feel sick. He removes his hand. "Or I'll take it." He pulls a knife out and presses it against my neck, it pricks me. I can feel myself start to bleed.
With tears building in the sides of my eyes, I lie there. As my peripheral vision begins to blur into a watery grey, I feel his hands crawl around my legs. They move from my calves to between my thighs, and there they stop.
"What the fuck?" He says, and just like that I pounce. We roll around struggling until I finally grab the knife. With pure instincts I thrust the sharp end into the side of his face. He falls to the floor and I stab him in the face until I run out of adrenaline. I take one more stab and fall into my lap, and I keep crying. With my hands shaking, I lift my skirt.
I remember now, being younger. There were just a few of us. The doctors said they would change us. But I remember the other kids dying, and the doctors telling me that they were fine. To keep these rabbit's feet to remind me of them, that they were with god now, and happy. So whenever I would get sad, I would talk to the rabbit's feet. Only two of us, before the doctors left. They had told us we would be great things to the world, that everyone would love us. Why did they leave us then?
We were so small back then, I remember a lady taking me away and telling me I was gonna be a happy little girl, that the bad men wouldn't ever get me, ever again. But as I grew up, I didn't grow the way all the other girls did. My mother ignored it, she said there was nothing wrong with me. But I knew deep down, I knew all along. I knew that those doctors tried changing our genders. I knew all along I was born a little boy. But I guess somewhere along the years, I forgot. I let my mother's lies, and the lies of everyone else, become my reality. My alternative reality.
As I lie there, covered in blood, castrating my abomination, Trevor walks in. The other one. The little girl when I was a little boy. But she wouldn't never acknowledge it. She would never acknowledge the fact that she was in fact a girl. So I just sat there crying about how I had been almost raped, and that I had killed Jason in self-defense. Then a few minutes later the cops and paramedics come in. They cuff me up, it hurts like a bitch. And a few hours later I'm in a hospital with my brother where I thank him for waking me up.
Now I'm going to bite out my tongue.
God I love trance.
The Rabbit's Foot
Written By: Ryan "Jestro" Romero
"Trevor!" I scream into my phone.
"This is Trevor, leave me message, and I'll, uhh, call you back."
BEEP!
"Trevor, you'll never guess where I am; 312 Bunny Dr. Call me back A.S.A.P. Bye!"
I'm still in my car, the windows are fogged up, but I'm not sure if its because I'm panicking or because of the cold. "I'm freaking out. Call me when you get this, bye."
I can't just sit in my car crying and sweating off all my makeup, I wont be a person when I walk out. So I roll down the windows, let the hot air billow out, and reapply my face.
Ten minutes later, yeah sweat smears, I walk out of my car. I can't stand this anymore.
I walk onto the sidewalk. A thousand nerves fly from my toes to my heart, fear.
Its called fear. I look up at this abandoned building, and fear flys through me.
A feeling I haven't felt in, I can't remember when. But I think maybe this place and I have some kind of history together? I slowly walk up the five steps to the two glass door.
A white room.
I turn around to see if maybe Trevor is here yet, no cars on the road. I look back at the two glass doors.
A white room, there are windows.
I put my arm out to touch the door handle; there's no lock or chain on either of the doors. My arm reaches for the handle.
A white room, there are windows. These windows, like mirrors, do not look outward, but instead, they show you the face of who you are. There are figures within the mirrors, holding their clipboards, watching with note taking eyes. The light from their observation rooms fill the white room with light. The walls are bare. The floor is made of sponge.
I take hold of the metal handle and pull the left door open. I walk inside, the door slams behind me.
You feel ready to burst, ready to fall apart. Like a broken toy. You are holding something that is very dear to you, and holding your best friends. You look down, at the sponge floor, you look down. And out pours who you used to be. Your stomach rips apart like a broken watermelon, the chunks of your former self flop to the floor like dying fish.
As the door slams lights flicker on. I see a long hallway and as I walk down it I can't help but feel like I've walked down this hallway before. But now it feels smaller. I don't know where I'm going, but I feel drawn by something.
The pieces lie in front of you on the floor. The pieces of who you used to be call out at you like an aborted baby. They reach out to you, your first miscarriage. Their hands dig into the sponge all around you as they pull themselves toward you. As you run for safety the blood that continues to fall hardens into thorns, like those from a rose bush, cutting you in more places. The cycle continues.
I walk to the end of the hallway, and my body turns left. I walk into a white room, with spongy floors. My heart stops beating. I fall to the floor. I lie there, on the floor, too afraid to move, too afraid to cry, I just lie there.
I hear a sound come from down the hall, it sounds like the front door opening. Trevor's here at last! As I start to get up with my fear suddenly gone, I fall right back to the ground.
Its that asshole Jason, why did he follow me here?
"You scared the shit outta' me!" I yell at him. I close my eyes and let out a deep breath. Oh, I got myself worked up, I feel so stupid. Then I feel a heavy weight on my shoulders.
I open my eyes and Jason's on top of me. He's smiling. I stare at him. He stares right back; I'm gonna rape you. That's the look on his face, I can see into his eyes, I see my purity slowly being fucked out of me, by some fucking stoner!
"Get off of me!" I scream but he shifts his weight allowing himself to cover my mouth while keeping me pinned to the floor.
"Just shut the fuck up, and gimmie what I want, whore." He says in my ear, his sandpaper five 'o clock shadow scratches my face. I'm beginning to feel sick. He removes his hand. "Or I'll take it." He pulls a knife out and presses it against my neck, it pricks me. I can feel myself start to bleed.
With tears building in the sides of my eyes, I lie there. As my peripheral vision begins to blur into a watery grey, I feel his hands crawl around my legs. They move from my calves to between my thighs, and there they stop.
"What the fuck?" He says, and just like that I pounce. We roll around struggling until I finally grab the knife. With pure instincts I thrust the sharp end into the side of his face. He falls to the floor and I stab him in the face until I run out of adrenaline. I take one more stab and fall into my lap, and I keep crying. With my hands shaking, I lift my skirt.
I remember now, being younger. There were just a few of us. The doctors said they would change us. But I remember the other kids dying, and the doctors telling me that they were fine. To keep these rabbit's feet to remind me of them, that they were with god now, and happy. So whenever I would get sad, I would talk to the rabbit's feet. Only two of us, before the doctors left. They had told us we would be great things to the world, that everyone would love us. Why did they leave us then?
We were so small back then, I remember a lady taking me away and telling me I was gonna be a happy little girl, that the bad men wouldn't ever get me, ever again. But as I grew up, I didn't grow the way all the other girls did. My mother ignored it, she said there was nothing wrong with me. But I knew deep down, I knew all along. I knew that those doctors tried changing our genders. I knew all along I was born a little boy. But I guess somewhere along the years, I forgot. I let my mother's lies, and the lies of everyone else, become my reality. My alternative reality.
As I lie there, covered in blood, castrating my abomination, Trevor walks in. The other one. The little girl when I was a little boy. But she wouldn't never acknowledge it. She would never acknowledge the fact that she was in fact a girl. So I just sat there crying about how I had been almost raped, and that I had killed Jason in self-defense. Then a few minutes later the cops and paramedics come in. They cuff me up, it hurts like a bitch. And a few hours later I'm in a hospital with my brother where I thank him for waking me up.
Now I'm going to bite out my tongue.
God I love trance.
The Rabbit's Foot
Written By: Ryan "Jestro" Romero
The Rabbit's Foot: Chapter Seven
So I get there, the movies, wearing my purple wig and purple eyeshadow; the whole purple set-up. And when I get out it starts to rain. There hasn't been rain in Pompey in years, not until after the war. Then it all just kinda, I dunno, stopped? But now its raining again, and me being human didn't foresee rain, so I don't have an umbrella. I run under the cover wear I purchase my outrageously over priced ticket. But while I wait in line I'm forced to overhear these kids talk about the 'government'.
"Dude, dude dude dude! Listen to me. In a few years all that's gonna be left is just Coke and Disney."
"Bullshit man, what about Pepsi? Or Universal?" The other says to the first.
"Nah, bro. They're gonna buy everyone out. Kinda like what Dell did to Alienware."
"I still don't believe you."
"Listen, Coke already own pretty much every drink there is. And Disney has the power to persuade Square Enix, I think they can take the rest of the world too." The first says.
"Okay, but what about cars, and shit like that? Oil? Domestic household products?"
"Gonna gobble 'em up like hungry hungry hippos, Bro."
I feel like I'm getting dumber as the seconds tick by.
"But why?" The second asks.
"Why not? Haven't you played Monopoly? All those big companies want is money."
They finally buy their tickets.
Now its my turn.
I meet Jason inside.
Thank Allah for texting, without it, how would I have know Jason was already waiting inside our theater?
Let me tell you; I wouldn't have.
So I walk up all those well lit steps and make my way down the row, and sit next to Jason.
"'Sup?" He mumbles to me. As I sit down.
"Hi." I fake a smile.
"Yeah, I've already seen this movie, it sucked." He says, still mumbling.
"Oh, okay." I'm a little confused.
"Yeah, so I was thinking we should just, you know." He puts his hand on my knee. "Makeout or something?"
"Hmmm." I say. "I'm gonna have to pass on that one."
"Huh?" He asks, he's high as hell.
"I'm leaving now." I stand up.
"What are you doing?" He asks, his eyes hardly open. By the way, the lights are still on, and that 'First Look' thingy is on.
"Well." I stop and look at him. "This is me leaving. You see this," I start to walk off, my back completely turned away from him. "This is me. This is me walking off. This is me walking down the stairs. You see this, I'm walking down them. Here I go, I'm doing it! Now I'm turning down the hallway. This is me opening the door, this is me walking through the lobby watching all the people watch me as I narrate this for you. No, I don't have a bluetooth in my ear. This is me leaving the building. This is me running through the rain, this is me opening my car door. You see this, this is me sitting in my car and turning it on. And this is me turning up the music and driving off."
Then I roll down the window. Jason isn't outside FYI. And shout out.
"Punkass!"
So I'm driving, and I'm pissed.
Come down!
I'm pissed, and I'm screaming the lyrics of any song that's on.
Come down!
I'm screaming the lyrics of any song that's on, and I'm driving fast.
Big come down!
I'm driving fast, and I'm lost.
Big come down!
I'm lost, and I'm reading the street signs.
Come down!
I'm reading the street signs, and I don't know where I'm at.
Panic!
I don't know where I'm at, and I'm freaking out.
Panic!
I'm freaking out, and then-
Confusion.
A street I remember seeing from the pictures. The most recent package. A bundle of pictures, all with street signs on them. I follow the street down. Just as I thought; the pictures were directions. So I follow them.
Left.
Right.
Right.
Left.
Right.
Left.
Left.
Right.
Left.
And then I see something, and it makes me slam on the breaks.
An address.
312 Bunny Dr.
I nearly shit myself; The 3 in white, the 1 in red, and the 2 in green.
I have to call Trevor.
-Sir Jestro
"Dude, dude dude dude! Listen to me. In a few years all that's gonna be left is just Coke and Disney."
"Bullshit man, what about Pepsi? Or Universal?" The other says to the first.
"Nah, bro. They're gonna buy everyone out. Kinda like what Dell did to Alienware."
"I still don't believe you."
"Listen, Coke already own pretty much every drink there is. And Disney has the power to persuade Square Enix, I think they can take the rest of the world too." The first says.
"Okay, but what about cars, and shit like that? Oil? Domestic household products?"
"Gonna gobble 'em up like hungry hungry hippos, Bro."
I feel like I'm getting dumber as the seconds tick by.
"But why?" The second asks.
"Why not? Haven't you played Monopoly? All those big companies want is money."
They finally buy their tickets.
Now its my turn.
I meet Jason inside.
Thank Allah for texting, without it, how would I have know Jason was already waiting inside our theater?
Let me tell you; I wouldn't have.
So I walk up all those well lit steps and make my way down the row, and sit next to Jason.
"'Sup?" He mumbles to me. As I sit down.
"Hi." I fake a smile.
"Yeah, I've already seen this movie, it sucked." He says, still mumbling.
"Oh, okay." I'm a little confused.
"Yeah, so I was thinking we should just, you know." He puts his hand on my knee. "Makeout or something?"
"Hmmm." I say. "I'm gonna have to pass on that one."
"Huh?" He asks, he's high as hell.
"I'm leaving now." I stand up.
"What are you doing?" He asks, his eyes hardly open. By the way, the lights are still on, and that 'First Look' thingy is on.
"Well." I stop and look at him. "This is me leaving. You see this," I start to walk off, my back completely turned away from him. "This is me. This is me walking off. This is me walking down the stairs. You see this, I'm walking down them. Here I go, I'm doing it! Now I'm turning down the hallway. This is me opening the door, this is me walking through the lobby watching all the people watch me as I narrate this for you. No, I don't have a bluetooth in my ear. This is me leaving the building. This is me running through the rain, this is me opening my car door. You see this, this is me sitting in my car and turning it on. And this is me turning up the music and driving off."
Then I roll down the window. Jason isn't outside FYI. And shout out.
"Punkass!"
So I'm driving, and I'm pissed.
Come down!
I'm pissed, and I'm screaming the lyrics of any song that's on.
Come down!
I'm screaming the lyrics of any song that's on, and I'm driving fast.
Big come down!
I'm driving fast, and I'm lost.
Big come down!
I'm lost, and I'm reading the street signs.
Come down!
I'm reading the street signs, and I don't know where I'm at.
Panic!
I don't know where I'm at, and I'm freaking out.
Panic!
I'm freaking out, and then-
Confusion.
A street I remember seeing from the pictures. The most recent package. A bundle of pictures, all with street signs on them. I follow the street down. Just as I thought; the pictures were directions. So I follow them.
Left.
Right.
Right.
Left.
Right.
Left.
Left.
Right.
Left.
And then I see something, and it makes me slam on the breaks.
An address.
312 Bunny Dr.
I nearly shit myself; The 3 in white, the 1 in red, and the 2 in green.
I have to call Trevor.
-Sir Jestro
The Rabbit's Foot: Chapter Six
"Do you know why there are so many poor people in our country?" Trevor says more as a statement than a question.
"No, why don't you tell me." I say, as we walk down the hall together, headed for the library.
"Its because the Government has a quota, a quota of how many poor people they need. And by poor I really just mean homeless."
Yes, because all poor people are homeless.
"What do they need that quota you ask?" I didn't ask anything. "They use homeless people to make milk."
What's that smell?
Bullshit.
"Don't give me that look, Sam. I'm being serious." He says to me, but I'm not buying it.
"Why the hell would they need homeless people to make milk?"
"They kill the homeless and grind up their bones to color the milk."
"Bullshit!"
"No, bone is white, and bones have protein in them. Duh! Milk!"
"Trevor, you're crazy. I just want to let you know the only reason I'm talking to you is because I need your help."
"Well, thank you for being honest." He says. "But I'm being serious. Wanna know what they do with their skin?"
I exhale. "Not really."
"You know that little strip of rubber stuff at the bottom of a car window?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah, now you know what they make it with." He says with a huge smile.
"You need help."
"Your vision is just beclouded by the media."
What's that smell?
"Just stop before you say something smart."
"Huh?"
"Okay!" I say with over enthusiasm. "We're here! Yay!"
Trevor and I sit down at a table and put all of our Rabbit's Feet on the table, he pulls out his laptop. He types away on it, its funny watching his fat little fingers type.
"Can I ask a question? Its been in the back of my mind for a while." He asks.
"Sure." I say with a smile.
"Is it weird being as tall as you are?"
"No, is it weird being as short as you are?"
"Not at all. It ran in my family." He says.
"Oh, well I don't know anything about my family."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, my real parents. I was adopted."
He stares at me.
"So was I."
The Plot Thickens!
"Well, we had to have something in common, I mean besides the packages. Hey, maybe that has something to do with why we got them?" Trevor shouts.
"Eh, makes sense." I say as I try and look for my pills.
"Okay, so what do we have here?" He asks.
Six Rabbit Feet: Three each.
Two CDRs.
Two Poems.
Seven street sign pictures.
[You're just waiting for me to say 'Five Golden Rings' aren't you?]
And that piece of paper with the lyrics of that song on it.
"Hey." I say to Trevor. " Why are your rabbit's feet different colors and all three of mine are all white?"
"I'm not sure." He says and we examine them; Three white, two green, and one red. "Maybe they ran out of whites at the store this person bought them at?"
If you're trying to be funny, keep trying.
"I dunno, maybe its a combination?" I asked.
"You know, that's actually not a bad idea." He replies.
"Yeah, I know. That's why I said it." Trevor gives me one of those 'I'm sorry' looks. Pushover.
The minutes go by and turn into a few hours. We discuss different possibilities of what all these clues could mean, and if there could be anymore on the way. What we came up with, is that it might be a map [the street signs] and that possibly the rabbits feet are the address.
I thought they were just pretty.
"Blah blah blah blah blah." Trevor says something. I'm not really listening. I look at my watch and realize.
"Oh, shit."
"What?" He asks.
"I'm late!" Hey, I gotta' go. We'll, uh, finish this another time." I say as I grab my stuff and run out of the library. I have a date with Jason in twenty minutes, shit! I was gonna wear my purple wig tonight, but now I'm stuck with my lame green one.
-Sir Jestro
"No, why don't you tell me." I say, as we walk down the hall together, headed for the library.
"Its because the Government has a quota, a quota of how many poor people they need. And by poor I really just mean homeless."
Yes, because all poor people are homeless.
"What do they need that quota you ask?" I didn't ask anything. "They use homeless people to make milk."
What's that smell?
Bullshit.
"Don't give me that look, Sam. I'm being serious." He says to me, but I'm not buying it.
"Why the hell would they need homeless people to make milk?"
"They kill the homeless and grind up their bones to color the milk."
"Bullshit!"
"No, bone is white, and bones have protein in them. Duh! Milk!"
"Trevor, you're crazy. I just want to let you know the only reason I'm talking to you is because I need your help."
"Well, thank you for being honest." He says. "But I'm being serious. Wanna know what they do with their skin?"
I exhale. "Not really."
"You know that little strip of rubber stuff at the bottom of a car window?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah, now you know what they make it with." He says with a huge smile.
"You need help."
"Your vision is just beclouded by the media."
What's that smell?
"Just stop before you say something smart."
"Huh?"
"Okay!" I say with over enthusiasm. "We're here! Yay!"
Trevor and I sit down at a table and put all of our Rabbit's Feet on the table, he pulls out his laptop. He types away on it, its funny watching his fat little fingers type.
"Can I ask a question? Its been in the back of my mind for a while." He asks.
"Sure." I say with a smile.
"Is it weird being as tall as you are?"
"No, is it weird being as short as you are?"
"Not at all. It ran in my family." He says.
"Oh, well I don't know anything about my family."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, my real parents. I was adopted."
He stares at me.
"So was I."
The Plot Thickens!
"Well, we had to have something in common, I mean besides the packages. Hey, maybe that has something to do with why we got them?" Trevor shouts.
"Eh, makes sense." I say as I try and look for my pills.
"Okay, so what do we have here?" He asks.
Six Rabbit Feet: Three each.
Two CDRs.
Two Poems.
Seven street sign pictures.
[You're just waiting for me to say 'Five Golden Rings' aren't you?]
And that piece of paper with the lyrics of that song on it.
"Hey." I say to Trevor. " Why are your rabbit's feet different colors and all three of mine are all white?"
"I'm not sure." He says and we examine them; Three white, two green, and one red. "Maybe they ran out of whites at the store this person bought them at?"
If you're trying to be funny, keep trying.
"I dunno, maybe its a combination?" I asked.
"You know, that's actually not a bad idea." He replies.
"Yeah, I know. That's why I said it." Trevor gives me one of those 'I'm sorry' looks. Pushover.
The minutes go by and turn into a few hours. We discuss different possibilities of what all these clues could mean, and if there could be anymore on the way. What we came up with, is that it might be a map [the street signs] and that possibly the rabbits feet are the address.
I thought they were just pretty.
"Blah blah blah blah blah." Trevor says something. I'm not really listening. I look at my watch and realize.
"Oh, shit."
"What?" He asks.
"I'm late!" Hey, I gotta' go. We'll, uh, finish this another time." I say as I grab my stuff and run out of the library. I have a date with Jason in twenty minutes, shit! I was gonna wear my purple wig tonight, but now I'm stuck with my lame green one.
-Sir Jestro
The Rabbit's Foot: Chapter Five
Quick flash, I'm back at home lying in bed, just watching TV. On the phone with one of my girl friends, Liisa. And I'm channel surfing.
"OMG, Liisa. There is nothing on!" And I'm channel surfing.
"Oh, I know girl, that's why I'm always online, you can find anything there, I'm talking anything!" She says. And I'm channel surfing.
I hate television, I mean every channel is the same thing; A skeleton doing god knows what.
I flip the channel; A skeleton is giving me the news
I flip the channel; A skeleton kissing another skeleton.
I flip the channel; A skeleton doing extreme sports.
"Girl!" I jump out of my daze. "Are you listening to me?"
"Yeah, sorry Liisa. I was distracted. LOL!" I say.
"Then why don't you ask him out?"
"Who?"
"Jason! Duh, he was totally crushing on you at the hookah bar."
"No, he wasn't."
"OMG, don't gimmie that!"
"Oh, I'll give it to you!"
"Ew, you're so nasty." She says.
I flip the channel; A skeleton is praising baby jesus.
"He was not crushing on me."
"Yes, he was! What do you have another man in your life?" She says in a sexy phone operator voice.
"Umm, no." I say. " But I did get a letter today from some crazy stalker."
"Oh, you slut!"
"It might have been Trevor?" I say more to myself than to her.
"Oh Em Gee! Does Trevor have a big [edited for content]?"
"Ew! I'm hanging up now!" I say.
"No! I'm just kidding!" She says in between breaths, yeah, she's laughing.
"I don't see the joke."
"Just talk to Jason. I gotta go, my mom's making meatloaf, yuck, doesn't she know I'm vegan? But whatever I'll tell her after dinner. Bye love." She hangs up.
I flip the channel; A skeleton family is trying to name the number one thing to bring to a picnic.
I flip the channel; A skeleton is selling jewelry.
I flip the channel; A skeleton is crying, for god knows why.
I flip the off switch.
Hmmm, Jason huh?
I'm tired of just lying in bed and doing nothing. Its almost 8 and I'm still sober, can someone please say, "Lame!" Yeah, not me boys and girls.
Oh, I'm in love with makeup, god must have been a genius.
Foundation.
Coverup.
Blush.
Eyeliner.
Eye shadow.
Lip gloss.
The mirror is like my best friend, so much more than the TV.
I just wanna get something out in the open; people who don't wear makeup are like nudists. And all girls who don't look so trashy, like, "Hey, world I'm too lazy to look beautiful for you!"
That's NOT in my agenda.
All done!
And I'm off, not to see the wizard, I hate it when people say that.
Car.
Keys.
Door.
Ignition.
Trance.
Love.
Drive.
[I have happiness]
So I get out, and I walk into this bar. The air is stale and full of the smell of Black & Milds. Ew, let me just say, smoking tobacco is so 1940s, it turns your teeth yellow. Can someone say, "Crack Whore!"? Oh!
I crack myself up. [LOL]
So, anyway, I sit down and I'm just there by myself. Yeah, that's the way I like it. I order a drink, I don't really know, its just a liquid to keep my body going. Just like food, I can't stress enough how disgusting food is, and gaining weight! I'd literally kill myself if I was five pounds heavier. [Note to self: Start taking weight loss pills, can NOT reach those triple digits!]
I'm just sitting there when some guy walks up.
"Hey, do you know how much a penguin weighs?" He asks as he invites himself to sit down at my booth.
"I don't know." I say. "But I have a feeling you're about to tell me."
"Enough to break the ice. Hi, my name's Greg." He says.
I just stare at him.
He looks back at me.
"Well, I know when I'm not wanted."
"Yeah, you would know," I say. "Greg!"
And he walks off.
"Punkass!" I shout at him.
What does he think I am? A vessel for his cum? Fuck guys! All they are, are dicks with bodies attached to themselves.
Idea.
Arm.
Waiter.
Drink.
Refill.
Cherry.
Trash.
I look to my side and there's a bunny looking up at me from the seat we're both sitting on. I have a blank stare on my face.
"Hey." The bunny says to me, it has the cutest voice! Like a little girl!
"Oh, you are the cutest thing I've ever seen!"
"Don't let them do it!"
"Do what?" I ask.
"Human expansionism."
"What?! You're silly bunny!"
"No, listen!"
"Okay." I smile, she's so cute, youdontevenknow!
"Human expansionism, its a big deal."
"Are you like a punk rock bunny? Like stick it to the man, and fuck the police, and all that?" I ask.
"The only reason humans started doing that, was to find more room to grow food and procreate their species."
"Do all bunnies use such big words?" I ask her.
"And now all humans are going to become the same sex, because there are two x chromosomes as oppose to the one y chromosome."
"I just want to tell you bunny, I cheated off of Sean Eightly in bio!" Which is sad, because he died.
"So you'd think that the men would die if the number of women to men outweighed men to women, right?"
"Right!" I shout.
"Yes! Which is why the human race will evolve. Men will be able to become women, and so forth. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"I do!" I yell and laugh! "Men, won't be such pigs!"
"Wrong!"
"What?" I ask.
"It means, everything about human civilization would shake. So much is determined about a person by race and sex, if those were things humans could just change when they saw fit, the civilization would be on the edge of destruction."
"I'm lost bunny!" I say.
And just like that, she was gone.
"Hey, Girl. What's up?"
"Huh, wha?" I ask, as I look up to the voice that called me.
"Where's your binky?" Its Liisa, she sits down next to me, Jeff and Linda are with her.
"What?"
"Your binky, you're grinding your teeth like crazy." She says.
"Oh, its in my bag, let me get it." Yeah, I don't want to ruin my perfectly straight and white teeth. I chew on that now, much better. I hate it, when you're sitting with people and all they do is talk about the fun times they had, and all those times happen to be when you weren't there. Yeah, I can totally relate to you. Haha ha ha! Yeah, and remember the time-
And that one time-
And then he said-
Oh, yeah! And then she said-
Geeze, what's the point of going out if all you're going to do is think about the past? No one needs the past, all its filled with is heartache and pain.
So I'm bored and I start to stare at the cherries in my glass. The stems seem to have gotten bigger and the three of them are swimming around now. There are three cherry tadpoles swimming in my drink.
Yum.
But before I could drink them, they jump out of the glass and flop around on the table as they rapidly grow into frogs. I look around,
And that one time-
Yeah, and she said-
I know right!
"Hey!" One of the frogs says to me.
I mumble back.
"Huh?" He shouts back.
"Forget it, Fredrick. Just tell her." Its so cute, they all have British accents.
"Okay, Henry." Fredrick says. "You there. Listen in real good!"
"You tell her, Freddy." The third says.
"Well, I would, Conner if you'd let me!" He shouts. "Anyway, listen up. You've heard all of this before. You might not think so, but let me assure you, little lady, you have." He's like a little general or something.
"Frogs can never go extinct, there are some types that can change their gender in order to keep the frogs alive. Watch, Conner would you demonstrate?"
The third frog walks forward and starts to convulse, and-
Tah dah!
Two boys one girl.
Impressive.
"Now, go home and you should have all the clues to figure this all out." Freddy says to me.
I get up, and run off. The three of them are having too much fun with the past to even notice.
Harder.
Better.
Faster.
Stronger.
I'm home and I'm running at full speed when I burst through the door.
"Mom!" I shout, out of breath, my red wig is falling off. "Did I get a package?"
"Yeah." She calls out from another room. "Its on the counter in the kitchen."
"Thanks!" I walk into the kitchen. And there it is; a brown package sitting there waiting for me. I walk over, my heart is racing. I'm not sure if its because I was just running, my pills, or my excitement, but I bet my mom can hear it.
I open it.
There we go; Rabbit's Foot and a bunch of photos of street signs.
WTF!?
Lame.
[I have anger]
[I have sadness]
[I have destruction]
[I have pills]
All is well.
So after I cleaned the kitchen, and went to bed, I had a dream. I dreamt that I was in a white room, there was nothing on any of the walls, nor the floor, not even the ceiling. All was white. White. And I was wearing a white gown, like the ones you wear when you're in the hospital. I was little back then, and had a bunny rabbit in one arm, and a keyring with rabbit's feet keychains on it. And in the dream I felt hollow, no, that's not the right description. I felt like something was wrong with my insides, like I was about to fall apart. And as I looked down at my legs, my stomach ripped open, and my guts poured out just hung there, in a mound on the floor. And I just stood there looking down.
-Sir Jestro
"OMG, Liisa. There is nothing on!" And I'm channel surfing.
"Oh, I know girl, that's why I'm always online, you can find anything there, I'm talking anything!" She says. And I'm channel surfing.
I hate television, I mean every channel is the same thing; A skeleton doing god knows what.
I flip the channel; A skeleton is giving me the news
I flip the channel; A skeleton kissing another skeleton.
I flip the channel; A skeleton doing extreme sports.
"Girl!" I jump out of my daze. "Are you listening to me?"
"Yeah, sorry Liisa. I was distracted. LOL!" I say.
"Then why don't you ask him out?"
"Who?"
"Jason! Duh, he was totally crushing on you at the hookah bar."
"No, he wasn't."
"OMG, don't gimmie that!"
"Oh, I'll give it to you!"
"Ew, you're so nasty." She says.
I flip the channel; A skeleton is praising baby jesus.
"He was not crushing on me."
"Yes, he was! What do you have another man in your life?" She says in a sexy phone operator voice.
"Umm, no." I say. " But I did get a letter today from some crazy stalker."
"Oh, you slut!"
"It might have been Trevor?" I say more to myself than to her.
"Oh Em Gee! Does Trevor have a big [edited for content]?"
"Ew! I'm hanging up now!" I say.
"No! I'm just kidding!" She says in between breaths, yeah, she's laughing.
"I don't see the joke."
"Just talk to Jason. I gotta go, my mom's making meatloaf, yuck, doesn't she know I'm vegan? But whatever I'll tell her after dinner. Bye love." She hangs up.
I flip the channel; A skeleton family is trying to name the number one thing to bring to a picnic.
I flip the channel; A skeleton is selling jewelry.
I flip the channel; A skeleton is crying, for god knows why.
I flip the off switch.
Hmmm, Jason huh?
I'm tired of just lying in bed and doing nothing. Its almost 8 and I'm still sober, can someone please say, "Lame!" Yeah, not me boys and girls.
Oh, I'm in love with makeup, god must have been a genius.
Foundation.
Coverup.
Blush.
Eyeliner.
Eye shadow.
Lip gloss.
The mirror is like my best friend, so much more than the TV.
I just wanna get something out in the open; people who don't wear makeup are like nudists. And all girls who don't look so trashy, like, "Hey, world I'm too lazy to look beautiful for you!"
That's NOT in my agenda.
All done!
And I'm off, not to see the wizard, I hate it when people say that.
Car.
Keys.
Door.
Ignition.
Trance.
Love.
Drive.
[I have happiness]
So I get out, and I walk into this bar. The air is stale and full of the smell of Black & Milds. Ew, let me just say, smoking tobacco is so 1940s, it turns your teeth yellow. Can someone say, "Crack Whore!"? Oh!
I crack myself up. [LOL]
So, anyway, I sit down and I'm just there by myself. Yeah, that's the way I like it. I order a drink, I don't really know, its just a liquid to keep my body going. Just like food, I can't stress enough how disgusting food is, and gaining weight! I'd literally kill myself if I was five pounds heavier. [Note to self: Start taking weight loss pills, can NOT reach those triple digits!]
I'm just sitting there when some guy walks up.
"Hey, do you know how much a penguin weighs?" He asks as he invites himself to sit down at my booth.
"I don't know." I say. "But I have a feeling you're about to tell me."
"Enough to break the ice. Hi, my name's Greg." He says.
I just stare at him.
He looks back at me.
"Well, I know when I'm not wanted."
"Yeah, you would know," I say. "Greg!"
And he walks off.
"Punkass!" I shout at him.
What does he think I am? A vessel for his cum? Fuck guys! All they are, are dicks with bodies attached to themselves.
Idea.
Arm.
Waiter.
Drink.
Refill.
Cherry.
Trash.
I look to my side and there's a bunny looking up at me from the seat we're both sitting on. I have a blank stare on my face.
"Hey." The bunny says to me, it has the cutest voice! Like a little girl!
"Oh, you are the cutest thing I've ever seen!"
"Don't let them do it!"
"Do what?" I ask.
"Human expansionism."
"What?! You're silly bunny!"
"No, listen!"
"Okay." I smile, she's so cute, youdontevenknow!
"Human expansionism, its a big deal."
"Are you like a punk rock bunny? Like stick it to the man, and fuck the police, and all that?" I ask.
"The only reason humans started doing that, was to find more room to grow food and procreate their species."
"Do all bunnies use such big words?" I ask her.
"And now all humans are going to become the same sex, because there are two x chromosomes as oppose to the one y chromosome."
"I just want to tell you bunny, I cheated off of Sean Eightly in bio!" Which is sad, because he died.
"So you'd think that the men would die if the number of women to men outweighed men to women, right?"
"Right!" I shout.
"Yes! Which is why the human race will evolve. Men will be able to become women, and so forth. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"I do!" I yell and laugh! "Men, won't be such pigs!"
"Wrong!"
"What?" I ask.
"It means, everything about human civilization would shake. So much is determined about a person by race and sex, if those were things humans could just change when they saw fit, the civilization would be on the edge of destruction."
"I'm lost bunny!" I say.
And just like that, she was gone.
"Hey, Girl. What's up?"
"Huh, wha?" I ask, as I look up to the voice that called me.
"Where's your binky?" Its Liisa, she sits down next to me, Jeff and Linda are with her.
"What?"
"Your binky, you're grinding your teeth like crazy." She says.
"Oh, its in my bag, let me get it." Yeah, I don't want to ruin my perfectly straight and white teeth. I chew on that now, much better. I hate it, when you're sitting with people and all they do is talk about the fun times they had, and all those times happen to be when you weren't there. Yeah, I can totally relate to you. Haha ha ha! Yeah, and remember the time-
And that one time-
And then he said-
Oh, yeah! And then she said-
Geeze, what's the point of going out if all you're going to do is think about the past? No one needs the past, all its filled with is heartache and pain.
So I'm bored and I start to stare at the cherries in my glass. The stems seem to have gotten bigger and the three of them are swimming around now. There are three cherry tadpoles swimming in my drink.
Yum.
But before I could drink them, they jump out of the glass and flop around on the table as they rapidly grow into frogs. I look around,
And that one time-
Yeah, and she said-
I know right!
"Hey!" One of the frogs says to me.
I mumble back.
"Huh?" He shouts back.
"Forget it, Fredrick. Just tell her." Its so cute, they all have British accents.
"Okay, Henry." Fredrick says. "You there. Listen in real good!"
"You tell her, Freddy." The third says.
"Well, I would, Conner if you'd let me!" He shouts. "Anyway, listen up. You've heard all of this before. You might not think so, but let me assure you, little lady, you have." He's like a little general or something.
"Frogs can never go extinct, there are some types that can change their gender in order to keep the frogs alive. Watch, Conner would you demonstrate?"
The third frog walks forward and starts to convulse, and-
Tah dah!
Two boys one girl.
Impressive.
"Now, go home and you should have all the clues to figure this all out." Freddy says to me.
I get up, and run off. The three of them are having too much fun with the past to even notice.
Harder.
Better.
Faster.
Stronger.
I'm home and I'm running at full speed when I burst through the door.
"Mom!" I shout, out of breath, my red wig is falling off. "Did I get a package?"
"Yeah." She calls out from another room. "Its on the counter in the kitchen."
"Thanks!" I walk into the kitchen. And there it is; a brown package sitting there waiting for me. I walk over, my heart is racing. I'm not sure if its because I was just running, my pills, or my excitement, but I bet my mom can hear it.
I open it.
There we go; Rabbit's Foot and a bunch of photos of street signs.
WTF!?
Lame.
[I have anger]
[I have sadness]
[I have destruction]
[I have pills]
All is well.
So after I cleaned the kitchen, and went to bed, I had a dream. I dreamt that I was in a white room, there was nothing on any of the walls, nor the floor, not even the ceiling. All was white. White. And I was wearing a white gown, like the ones you wear when you're in the hospital. I was little back then, and had a bunny rabbit in one arm, and a keyring with rabbit's feet keychains on it. And in the dream I felt hollow, no, that's not the right description. I felt like something was wrong with my insides, like I was about to fall apart. And as I looked down at my legs, my stomach ripped open, and my guts poured out just hung there, in a mound on the floor. And I just stood there looking down.
-Sir Jestro
Friday, October 10, 2008
The Rabbit's Foot: Chapter Four
If I were to classify different types of pain into colors they would be classified as so;
Blues would be, falling on your side, being hit by a sledge hammer, or slamming your head into a wall.
Reds would be, cutting any part of your body, or hitting yourself on a sharp edge of some kind.
Oranges would be, slaps to the face, pinches, or any kind of burn.
Purples would be, cramps.
Greens would be, internal discomfort of any kind, besides cramps.
Yellows would be, scraping off skin, or having a nail be ripped off.
Orange.
Orange.
Orange.
And I awake.
The whole right side of my face feels covered in orange.
"Sorry" A voice says. " I didn't know any other way to wake you up."
I open my eyes and Trevor is kneeling above. He smiles and helps me to my feet.
Only a light orange is left on my face.
"I'm sorry if I scared you, I was just trying to find out who wrote those lyrics." He says to me. Wait, so he didn't write them?
"No." He says. " I received a package while I was at work, inside was CDR and a rabbit's foot. So I wrote some of the lyrics down, put them on a few bulletins here and online, you know, to see if the actual person who wrote the song will confront me, that way I can ask that person what they're doing." He smiles. "Pretty clever, huh?"
Yeah, for an elementary school kid.
"Oh, well. I thought I was being clever for my age."
Now he looks hurt.
"No, not hurt. But I am glad you are being so honest with me."
Evidently, I no longer have an internal monologue.
"Its so hard to find people now-a-days who are honest, you know?"
I stand corrected.
"So maybe if we spread around these things we've found, maybe on the Internet, the person, or persons, who wrote it will find us."
Okay. I say and adjust my wig. Trevor sits next to me and we both begin to look at the pieces of this puzzle that each of us has obtained.
"Hmm. Well, I haven't gotten this poem, and....hey!" He says as he looks at the paper he wrote the lyrics on. "Did you write all that red writing?"
No.
"Really?" He sets down the poem and picks up the lyrics. "Well, I didn't."
He pauses and reads, shit I broke a nail. I'll have to get a fill after class is over. By the way, where on earth is the professor?
"Buy Yourself a New Face. Hmmm." He flips the lyrics over.
Nothing on the back. He flips it over.
The walls are waving like water.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Trevor takes out his notebook. Its nice, a toshiba. "Buy Yourself a New Face." He says as he types the words into some search engine.
Nothing.
If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.
And that's what Trevor did, and still nothing, nothing.
Nothing.
Maybe we just got ahead of ourselves?
"Eh, well." Trevor says. "Should we keep with my old plan?"
I don't give a rat's ass.
"Sure! Its a really good idea Trevor!" I says, dripping with sarcasm.
"Wow, I didn't think you'd be this excited! But then again, you aren't like most people around here."
He talks too much.
"Yeah, I used to watch Scooby Doo when I was younger and I always wanted to solve my own mystery!"
OMG, is he serious?
"So did you ever-?" He stops and looks at me. "You know..." He bites his lip. "...I don't know your name."
I'd like to keep it that way.
"Oh." I say. "My name is-"
Boom!
Slam!
Creak!
Slam!
Kinda reminds me of an old batman episode.
The professor has finally arrived and Trevor shuts up faster than a barnacle. Thank Buddha, he's so awkward.
"Okay." I say to myself. "I've got to focus and study." So I listen very closely to what the professor says.
"Good afternoon class, waga waga waga waga waga waga waga waga waga."
"Okay, this is not going to work." So I swallow some go, and turn up my ipod.
God I love trance.
Tap tap tap.
Tap tap tap.
Tap tap tap.
Some one's tapping on my shoulder.
I open my eyes.
Tap tap tap.
I watch as the sound waves ripple past out of my shoulder and thin out across the room. This makes me very happy.
"Hello." I say with a big smile on my face.
"Um, excuse me." I always laugh when people say that, I think they passed gas or something. " But miss, you're in my seat."
I smile.
"Tap my shoulder again." I look this loser of a man square in the eye. "Please?"
Yeah, you guessed it. He does, he blushes, and gets all jittery. I smile again and stand up.
"Was it good for you too?" And I walk off, totally euphoric.
I get out to my car and there appears to be a letter of some kind in my wind shield whippers. I swear if its another "Who am I?" Blah blah blah, thing I'm gonna kill a bitch.
The yellow paper blowing in the zephyr, stuck in my wind shield wiper, is waving at me. Its saying,
"Come here darling, read me. Read me. I contain knowledge, knowledge you seek to obtain." At it waves some more.
What? I can't be rude. I take her up on her offer and I read her.
Dear [Insert Name Here],
You don't know me, but I know you. I watch you from afar, even now I gaze upon you, watching with hungriness. One day my little frog, one day you will see the world through the eyes of a man. One day, we will meet, and you will love me.
Sincerely,
[Insert Another Name Here]
OMG. Stalker!
I throw it in the back seat, just in case.
I turn up the Kerncraft, oh, Zombie Nation, love it.
In goes the key [extreme close up of key sliding into ignition].
Clockwise it goes [Med shot from outside of of the car, we can see the driver].
I put the car into 'drive' [extreme close up of the green 'D'].
And drive off [wide shot of car driving off in the distance].
Fade To Black
-Sir Jestro
Blues would be, falling on your side, being hit by a sledge hammer, or slamming your head into a wall.
Reds would be, cutting any part of your body, or hitting yourself on a sharp edge of some kind.
Oranges would be, slaps to the face, pinches, or any kind of burn.
Purples would be, cramps.
Greens would be, internal discomfort of any kind, besides cramps.
Yellows would be, scraping off skin, or having a nail be ripped off.
Orange.
Orange.
Orange.
And I awake.
The whole right side of my face feels covered in orange.
"Sorry" A voice says. " I didn't know any other way to wake you up."
I open my eyes and Trevor is kneeling above. He smiles and helps me to my feet.
Only a light orange is left on my face.
"I'm sorry if I scared you, I was just trying to find out who wrote those lyrics." He says to me. Wait, so he didn't write them?
"No." He says. " I received a package while I was at work, inside was CDR and a rabbit's foot. So I wrote some of the lyrics down, put them on a few bulletins here and online, you know, to see if the actual person who wrote the song will confront me, that way I can ask that person what they're doing." He smiles. "Pretty clever, huh?"
Yeah, for an elementary school kid.
"Oh, well. I thought I was being clever for my age."
Now he looks hurt.
"No, not hurt. But I am glad you are being so honest with me."
Evidently, I no longer have an internal monologue.
"Its so hard to find people now-a-days who are honest, you know?"
I stand corrected.
"So maybe if we spread around these things we've found, maybe on the Internet, the person, or persons, who wrote it will find us."
Okay. I say and adjust my wig. Trevor sits next to me and we both begin to look at the pieces of this puzzle that each of us has obtained.
"Hmm. Well, I haven't gotten this poem, and....hey!" He says as he looks at the paper he wrote the lyrics on. "Did you write all that red writing?"
No.
"Really?" He sets down the poem and picks up the lyrics. "Well, I didn't."
He pauses and reads, shit I broke a nail. I'll have to get a fill after class is over. By the way, where on earth is the professor?
"Buy Yourself a New Face. Hmmm." He flips the lyrics over.
Nothing on the back. He flips it over.
The walls are waving like water.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Trevor takes out his notebook. Its nice, a toshiba. "Buy Yourself a New Face." He says as he types the words into some search engine.
Nothing.
If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.
And that's what Trevor did, and still nothing, nothing.
Nothing.
Maybe we just got ahead of ourselves?
"Eh, well." Trevor says. "Should we keep with my old plan?"
I don't give a rat's ass.
"Sure! Its a really good idea Trevor!" I says, dripping with sarcasm.
"Wow, I didn't think you'd be this excited! But then again, you aren't like most people around here."
He talks too much.
"Yeah, I used to watch Scooby Doo when I was younger and I always wanted to solve my own mystery!"
OMG, is he serious?
"So did you ever-?" He stops and looks at me. "You know..." He bites his lip. "...I don't know your name."
I'd like to keep it that way.
"Oh." I say. "My name is-"
Boom!
Slam!
Creak!
Slam!
Kinda reminds me of an old batman episode.
The professor has finally arrived and Trevor shuts up faster than a barnacle. Thank Buddha, he's so awkward.
"Okay." I say to myself. "I've got to focus and study." So I listen very closely to what the professor says.
"Good afternoon class, waga waga waga waga waga waga waga waga waga."
"Okay, this is not going to work." So I swallow some go, and turn up my ipod.
God I love trance.
Tap tap tap.
Tap tap tap.
Tap tap tap.
Some one's tapping on my shoulder.
I open my eyes.
Tap tap tap.
I watch as the sound waves ripple past out of my shoulder and thin out across the room. This makes me very happy.
"Hello." I say with a big smile on my face.
"Um, excuse me." I always laugh when people say that, I think they passed gas or something. " But miss, you're in my seat."
I smile.
"Tap my shoulder again." I look this loser of a man square in the eye. "Please?"
Yeah, you guessed it. He does, he blushes, and gets all jittery. I smile again and stand up.
"Was it good for you too?" And I walk off, totally euphoric.
I get out to my car and there appears to be a letter of some kind in my wind shield whippers. I swear if its another "Who am I?" Blah blah blah, thing I'm gonna kill a bitch.
The yellow paper blowing in the zephyr, stuck in my wind shield wiper, is waving at me. Its saying,
"Come here darling, read me. Read me. I contain knowledge, knowledge you seek to obtain." At it waves some more.
What? I can't be rude. I take her up on her offer and I read her.
Dear [Insert Name Here],
You don't know me, but I know you. I watch you from afar, even now I gaze upon you, watching with hungriness. One day my little frog, one day you will see the world through the eyes of a man. One day, we will meet, and you will love me.
Sincerely,
[Insert Another Name Here]
OMG. Stalker!
I throw it in the back seat, just in case.
I turn up the Kerncraft, oh, Zombie Nation, love it.
In goes the key [extreme close up of key sliding into ignition].
Clockwise it goes [Med shot from outside of of the car, we can see the driver].
I put the car into 'drive' [extreme close up of the green 'D'].
And drive off [wide shot of car driving off in the distance].
Fade To Black
-Sir Jestro
The Rabbit's Foot: Chapter Three
So I roll out of bed and onto the floor, its cold and bare, fucking wood floors. Its still dark, I'm terrified of the dark, so its a good thing I live so close to the air port, just a small one. But close enough to where that blue and white rotating light flashes through my room about every six seconds.
Saves me from buying a night light.
I can't sleep and that shitty song is still stuck in my head, oh yeah, that's what was on that CDR, just one shitty song all about the world turning into cream or something. It feels like I've heard it before, but whatever. I get up.
Blue rolls across my room.
I walk towards my computer.
White rolls across my room.
I tap the mouse and I hear a thousand tiny pieces of sand hit the monitor and then it flashes to life.
Blue.
No one left me comments.
White.
I go back to bed.
Blue
I lie down.
White.
And all is black.
The sun hits my face, and I wake up. I walk to the shower and clean myself. When I get out I'm completely wet. I get back to my room, and stop dead in my tracks. Another package is sitting on my bed, it looks just like the one I got last night.
"Mom?" I shout without taking my eyes off of the package.
"Yeah, honey?" She answers back from another room.
"Where did this package come from?"
"Check the return address, Sweetheart." So I do. Some place called Pompey. Never heard of it. I sit on my bed next to the package, still dripping wet. By the time I muster up the courage to open it, I'm dry. Out slides another rabbit's foot and a letter:
Before time began
Questions of reality plagued my mind,
In youth I was naive,
But you see, I had always thought
That out somewhere beyond the stars,
Where univeres end,
People read and write as we do,
Like the stars, shining light
Out of every other star to feel
Selfless, I loved everything,
I radiate life like a star,
I radiate for all to see,
But in the vast nothingness of space,
Where darkness envelopes the light,
Where hope seems wasted and there is,
Nothing to see but faulty dreams,
I indulge in the insanities of exitense,
Then my confusion becomes clear and I understand,
Life is a hollow existence.
That had to be one of the most emo things I've read since chemo.
Hey, that rhymed.
I get dressed, I put on my red plaid skirt, black leg warmers, black top with a witty remark written on it, and a red wig to finish it off.
Oh, let's not forget my thick eye liner and black eye shadow.
God I love black, it goes with anything.
I leave with my two rabbit's feet, that crappy poem, and the CDR. You know, just in case I have the urge to look at any of them again.
A girl's gotta' be prepared for anything.
Let's jump cut through the boring stuff:
Get in car.
Turn up Tiësto.
Drive really really fast.
Get to school parking lot.
Park.
Pop some pills.
Walk to class.
I walk down the halls and everything blurs together like a BT music video. I start to get dizzy by the lights. I sit down, regain my composure.
I pop some more pills.
I look at one of the many bulletin boards through my school, and I drop my pills all over the hallway floor.
Sit down she said,
It was all just a dream,
Everybodies gone,
They've turned into cream,
Who am I?
She said to me.
Who am I?
The world is so obscene.
Who am I?
She said to me.
Who am I?
The world has turned into cream.
I just stare at the flyer for some shitty no-name poet, asking for a publisher. The words "Buy Yourself a New Face" are carved in red ink across the flyer. I tear the flyer off of the bulletin board and rush to class. I hurry to my seat; exhausted. I set my head back and close my eyes and breathe in deep. As I breathe out I choke-
"Hey!" I jump up and nearly out of my skin. "You have my flyer! Cool, do you know any publishers?"
No. I say. Oh. He says. I smile, the only think I can think of. I can't stop shaking. He's here to kill me. He's been stalking me. He wants me to read more of his poems.
He introduces himself.
"I'm Trevor." He puts his hand out. I take it out and shake it. "So did you get a package too?"
And all is black.
-Sir Jestro
Saves me from buying a night light.
I can't sleep and that shitty song is still stuck in my head, oh yeah, that's what was on that CDR, just one shitty song all about the world turning into cream or something. It feels like I've heard it before, but whatever. I get up.
Blue rolls across my room.
I walk towards my computer.
White rolls across my room.
I tap the mouse and I hear a thousand tiny pieces of sand hit the monitor and then it flashes to life.
Blue.
No one left me comments.
White.
I go back to bed.
Blue
I lie down.
White.
And all is black.
The sun hits my face, and I wake up. I walk to the shower and clean myself. When I get out I'm completely wet. I get back to my room, and stop dead in my tracks. Another package is sitting on my bed, it looks just like the one I got last night.
"Mom?" I shout without taking my eyes off of the package.
"Yeah, honey?" She answers back from another room.
"Where did this package come from?"
"Check the return address, Sweetheart." So I do. Some place called Pompey. Never heard of it. I sit on my bed next to the package, still dripping wet. By the time I muster up the courage to open it, I'm dry. Out slides another rabbit's foot and a letter:
Before time began
Questions of reality plagued my mind,
In youth I was naive,
But you see, I had always thought
That out somewhere beyond the stars,
Where univeres end,
People read and write as we do,
Like the stars, shining light
Out of every other star to feel
Selfless, I loved everything,
I radiate life like a star,
I radiate for all to see,
But in the vast nothingness of space,
Where darkness envelopes the light,
Where hope seems wasted and there is,
Nothing to see but faulty dreams,
I indulge in the insanities of exitense,
Then my confusion becomes clear and I understand,
Life is a hollow existence.
That had to be one of the most emo things I've read since chemo.
Hey, that rhymed.
I get dressed, I put on my red plaid skirt, black leg warmers, black top with a witty remark written on it, and a red wig to finish it off.
Oh, let's not forget my thick eye liner and black eye shadow.
God I love black, it goes with anything.
I leave with my two rabbit's feet, that crappy poem, and the CDR. You know, just in case I have the urge to look at any of them again.
A girl's gotta' be prepared for anything.
Let's jump cut through the boring stuff:
Get in car.
Turn up Tiësto.
Drive really really fast.
Get to school parking lot.
Park.
Pop some pills.
Walk to class.
I walk down the halls and everything blurs together like a BT music video. I start to get dizzy by the lights. I sit down, regain my composure.
I pop some more pills.
I look at one of the many bulletin boards through my school, and I drop my pills all over the hallway floor.
Sit down she said,
It was all just a dream,
Everybodies gone,
They've turned into cream,
Who am I?
She said to me.
Who am I?
The world is so obscene.
Who am I?
She said to me.
Who am I?
The world has turned into cream.
I just stare at the flyer for some shitty no-name poet, asking for a publisher. The words "Buy Yourself a New Face" are carved in red ink across the flyer. I tear the flyer off of the bulletin board and rush to class. I hurry to my seat; exhausted. I set my head back and close my eyes and breathe in deep. As I breathe out I choke-
"Hey!" I jump up and nearly out of my skin. "You have my flyer! Cool, do you know any publishers?"
No. I say. Oh. He says. I smile, the only think I can think of. I can't stop shaking. He's here to kill me. He's been stalking me. He wants me to read more of his poems.
He introduces himself.
"I'm Trevor." He puts his hand out. I take it out and shake it. "So did you get a package too?"
And all is black.
-Sir Jestro
The Rabbit's Foot: Chapter Two
I wake up, its a little after three pm, I'm a little hung over, but I take some pills, they help. I sit in my room getting ready until about six. There's a party tonight at nine, A Rollerdisco Rave. That's my kinda party.
God I love trance.
One of my girlfriends calls and we talk as I put my makeup on, I love makeup, it makes all my flaws go away.
The world is not viewed through a static television.
The clock on my IM says its 6:07, so I leave some bulletins on myspace and sign off. I'm off to the sushi bar to meet some of my 'friends'. Ha, like any of those losers could really call themselves my friends, but whatever they pay to eat with me. I'm not a bad person, I just don't want to be tainted or lowered by these people, I shouldn't lower my standards but have them raise theirs. But I digress.
I get there, and watch the 'people' just shovel 'food' into their mouths. It looks more like a trash truck dumping waste into itself, repulsive. This takes up about an hour and one half of my time, so that makes it, 8:12, according to my sidekick. After I lose some weight in the bathroom and brush my teeth I'm off to the roller rink. Most people hate being first at a party, but I'm not like most people. I get there first and make myself known, like the first band in the wave of a genre, everyone else is just a poser.
God I love trance.
The lights feel like electrostatic, like the feeling when your foot's asleep, mixed with a full body orgasm. I slide around and around like an ice skater, and the hours go by. The water tastes so fucking good! It feels like being a thousand feet in the air, the rush of a rollercoster, when the lights start flashing and swirling around me.
God I love trance.
I walk to my locker and open it, there's my purse, my sidekick, and a brown envelope I don't remember putting in there. I don't really notice it at the time, I get my shoes and walk out to my Focus. I sit in the driver's seat, and open the envelope. Out slides a rabbit's foot keychain and a CDR. Its says "Who am I?" on it. I put it in my cd player and....
-Sir Jestro
God I love trance.
One of my girlfriends calls and we talk as I put my makeup on, I love makeup, it makes all my flaws go away.
The world is not viewed through a static television.
The clock on my IM says its 6:07, so I leave some bulletins on myspace and sign off. I'm off to the sushi bar to meet some of my 'friends'. Ha, like any of those losers could really call themselves my friends, but whatever they pay to eat with me. I'm not a bad person, I just don't want to be tainted or lowered by these people, I shouldn't lower my standards but have them raise theirs. But I digress.
I get there, and watch the 'people' just shovel 'food' into their mouths. It looks more like a trash truck dumping waste into itself, repulsive. This takes up about an hour and one half of my time, so that makes it, 8:12, according to my sidekick. After I lose some weight in the bathroom and brush my teeth I'm off to the roller rink. Most people hate being first at a party, but I'm not like most people. I get there first and make myself known, like the first band in the wave of a genre, everyone else is just a poser.
God I love trance.
The lights feel like electrostatic, like the feeling when your foot's asleep, mixed with a full body orgasm. I slide around and around like an ice skater, and the hours go by. The water tastes so fucking good! It feels like being a thousand feet in the air, the rush of a rollercoster, when the lights start flashing and swirling around me.
God I love trance.
I walk to my locker and open it, there's my purse, my sidekick, and a brown envelope I don't remember putting in there. I don't really notice it at the time, I get my shoes and walk out to my Focus. I sit in the driver's seat, and open the envelope. Out slides a rabbit's foot keychain and a CDR. Its says "Who am I?" on it. I put it in my cd player and....
-Sir Jestro
The Rabbit's Foot: Chapter One
I'm sitting with one leg over the other in the waiting room of a mental hospital waiting to see my brother. I watch myself in the fish eyed mirror right next to the TV. Static ruins everything. The heavy makeup used on the actors is a complete waste. What's the point if no one can see you?
I look at myself from across the room through a fish eyed lens.
I look at my purple hair and my polka dot dress.
Black and white, with a purple sweater to cover my shoulders.
I look at myself from within my gigantic white sunglasses.
I see myself sitting, cross legged, next to an old woman. She's staring at me.
"Never seen a wig before?" I ask her. She shakes and looks at the ground. That's what I thought. The security comes in.
"Are you here to see," He makes the sound of a whale. "?"
Obviously. I say and stand up, he leads me down a few hallways and opens a door. He makes more whale sounds to the people in there, an old man stand up and desperately tries to walk out. Two nurses come to his aid, I laugh and they look at me with disgust. I shrug and flip my hair. The security tells me to have a seat my brother will be out soon.
I wait and I wait, then I look down at my pretty black watch and I've only been waiting ten seconds. Finally, my brother walks in. He sits down, they have him on something I'm not sure what but he's acting really strange. He keeps going on and on about how cold it is, and he's really jittery.
"Well, I brought you some books, John." I say to him.
He keeps mumbling about how cold it is and he keeps going on and on about some girl telling him that the world has turned to cream.
"Who am I? She said to me." He says as he scratches his arms, that are heavily rashed by the way. "Who am I?The world has turned into cream."
Whatever.
The nurse comes in and takes my brother out of the room. "Come on," Whale sound. "Its time for your....." She pauses. "Sister to leave."
"Can I just sit here and read my books?" He asks.
"Of course you can, honey." Then she motions to me with her head nod to leave, and I do. I walk outside to my black Ford Focus. I turn the key and the engine growls to life, like a lion. I turn up the radio, god I love trance, all the way to max, the bass is pushing me back further into my seat, then I put my car into drive, and that's what I do. Off to the nearest club.
God I love trance.
-Sir Jestro
I look at myself from across the room through a fish eyed lens.
I look at my purple hair and my polka dot dress.
Black and white, with a purple sweater to cover my shoulders.
I look at myself from within my gigantic white sunglasses.
I see myself sitting, cross legged, next to an old woman. She's staring at me.
"Never seen a wig before?" I ask her. She shakes and looks at the ground. That's what I thought. The security comes in.
"Are you here to see," He makes the sound of a whale. "?"
Obviously. I say and stand up, he leads me down a few hallways and opens a door. He makes more whale sounds to the people in there, an old man stand up and desperately tries to walk out. Two nurses come to his aid, I laugh and they look at me with disgust. I shrug and flip my hair. The security tells me to have a seat my brother will be out soon.
I wait and I wait, then I look down at my pretty black watch and I've only been waiting ten seconds. Finally, my brother walks in. He sits down, they have him on something I'm not sure what but he's acting really strange. He keeps going on and on about how cold it is, and he's really jittery.
"Well, I brought you some books, John." I say to him.
He keeps mumbling about how cold it is and he keeps going on and on about some girl telling him that the world has turned to cream.
"Who am I? She said to me." He says as he scratches his arms, that are heavily rashed by the way. "Who am I?The world has turned into cream."
Whatever.
The nurse comes in and takes my brother out of the room. "Come on," Whale sound. "Its time for your....." She pauses. "Sister to leave."
"Can I just sit here and read my books?" He asks.
"Of course you can, honey." Then she motions to me with her head nod to leave, and I do. I walk outside to my black Ford Focus. I turn the key and the engine growls to life, like a lion. I turn up the radio, god I love trance, all the way to max, the bass is pushing me back further into my seat, then I put my car into drive, and that's what I do. Off to the nearest club.
God I love trance.
-Sir Jestro
At Shayne's
So I'm here at Shayne's house, blogging.
Would you like to say hi Shayne?
I sure would!!! Hi everyone! ^_^
Thank you, Shayne.
Well, Shayne has convinced me to post 'The Rabbit's Foot' for those of you who've already read it, you can read it again!
Hahahaha, well I hope the rest of you enjoy!
-Sir Jestro
Would you like to say hi Shayne?
I sure would!!! Hi everyone! ^_^
Thank you, Shayne.
Well, Shayne has convinced me to post 'The Rabbit's Foot' for those of you who've already read it, you can read it again!
Hahahaha, well I hope the rest of you enjoy!
-Sir Jestro
Star Force Gemini Chapter 0ne [Part One]
“I’m seriously starting to doubt your dedication to Sparkle Motion.” Ω says to [Sir_Jestro] as he checks his mirrors and changes lanes.
“Just shut your mouth.” [Jestro] says back to Ω, not taking his eyes off of his laptop.
“Fuck [Jestro]! I’m tired of you always giving me this attitude. I’m not your girlfriend, show me some damned respect!”
“Shut up. You’re starting to sound like C41212105.”
Then Ω let out a girlie yelp and slapped [Jestro] in the face.
“Don’t ever call me fat, you lil’ shit!” Ω said.
They laugh.
“So what the hell are we gonna do?” Ω asks as they stop at a stop light. “I’m fuckin’ bored and horny!”
“That’s amazing, Ω, but I can’t help you with either of those issues you’re having.’ [Sir_Jestro] replied.
“Why the fuck not?” Green light.
“Because I’m in the car and bored too.” [Jestro] says. “And I’m not gay!”
“I love men.” Ω says as if agreeing that [Jestro] does as well. “I love ‘em, not gonna lie.”
[Jestro] rolls his eyes and sighs. Sometimes its never certain what Ω is talking about.
At that moment both Ω and [Jestro] receive a text message, they both look at their phones.
“Attention assassins, the highly deadly assassin known as ‘Twisted Metal’ is currently running wild in the city of Pompey. The price of his head is currently 12,000 US dollars, so if you’re in the area and want some extra cash for a special night out, take his head. There is no reward for him alive. Watch out for those machine guns!
Have a nice day!
-The Guild”
“[Jestro], call 김재민!” Ω says
Just then Ω swerves his RX7 to the right as a ’67 Ford Mustang flies past them on their left. “Fuckin’ ass tits!!! That fucking asshole passed me!”
“Well, he is in a ’67 Mustang, this is only an RX7.” [Jestro] says, Ω slaps him.
Only an RX7?! Yo, 김재민 had better be on the phone or I’m kicking your ass out of this car!”
“Yeah, yeah. Its ringing.”
“여보세요” A voice from the other end says.
“What? 김재민 is this you?” [Jestro] asks.
“Yeah, sorry. What up?” He says.
“Bounty! We’re gonna take the freeway, meet us at the Franklin overpass.”
“I’ll be there, end of phone conversation.” As he hangs up his phone he pulls out a knife from his jacket pocket and slams it into the side of a passing semi truck, with an almost effortless motion, he throws himself onto the top of the semi.
“Ω! Get his attention and take him on the freeway!” [Jestro] yells as he hangs his phone up.
“Kay.” Ω accelerates towards Twisted Metal’s warped green Mustang and gets in front of him. He spins the car around as [Jestro] flips Twisted Metal the bird. This sends Twisted Metal into a fiery rage and he shifts into the next gear. Ω spins the car around again and floors it to the freeway on ramp.
“You told me never to take the freeway,” He says looking at [Jestro].” you said it was suicide.”
“Well, then let us hope,” [Sir_Jestro] says as he loads is Glok 18c. “that I was wrong.”
“Just shut your mouth.” [Jestro] says back to Ω, not taking his eyes off of his laptop.
“Fuck [Jestro]! I’m tired of you always giving me this attitude. I’m not your girlfriend, show me some damned respect!”
“Shut up. You’re starting to sound like C41212105.”
Then Ω let out a girlie yelp and slapped [Jestro] in the face.
“Don’t ever call me fat, you lil’ shit!” Ω said.
They laugh.
“So what the hell are we gonna do?” Ω asks as they stop at a stop light. “I’m fuckin’ bored and horny!”
“That’s amazing, Ω, but I can’t help you with either of those issues you’re having.’ [Sir_Jestro] replied.
“Why the fuck not?” Green light.
“Because I’m in the car and bored too.” [Jestro] says. “And I’m not gay!”
“I love men.” Ω says as if agreeing that [Jestro] does as well. “I love ‘em, not gonna lie.”
[Jestro] rolls his eyes and sighs. Sometimes its never certain what Ω is talking about.
At that moment both Ω and [Jestro] receive a text message, they both look at their phones.
“Attention assassins, the highly deadly assassin known as ‘Twisted Metal’ is currently running wild in the city of Pompey. The price of his head is currently 12,000 US dollars, so if you’re in the area and want some extra cash for a special night out, take his head. There is no reward for him alive. Watch out for those machine guns!
Have a nice day!
-The Guild”
“[Jestro], call 김재민!” Ω says
Just then Ω swerves his RX7 to the right as a ’67 Ford Mustang flies past them on their left. “Fuckin’ ass tits!!! That fucking asshole passed me!”
“Well, he is in a ’67 Mustang, this is only an RX7.” [Jestro] says, Ω slaps him.
Only an RX7?! Yo, 김재민 had better be on the phone or I’m kicking your ass out of this car!”
“Yeah, yeah. Its ringing.”
“여보세요” A voice from the other end says.
“What? 김재민 is this you?” [Jestro] asks.
“Yeah, sorry. What up?” He says.
“Bounty! We’re gonna take the freeway, meet us at the Franklin overpass.”
“I’ll be there, end of phone conversation.” As he hangs up his phone he pulls out a knife from his jacket pocket and slams it into the side of a passing semi truck, with an almost effortless motion, he throws himself onto the top of the semi.
“Ω! Get his attention and take him on the freeway!” [Jestro] yells as he hangs his phone up.
“Kay.” Ω accelerates towards Twisted Metal’s warped green Mustang and gets in front of him. He spins the car around as [Jestro] flips Twisted Metal the bird. This sends Twisted Metal into a fiery rage and he shifts into the next gear. Ω spins the car around again and floors it to the freeway on ramp.
“You told me never to take the freeway,” He says looking at [Jestro].” you said it was suicide.”
“Well, then let us hope,” [Sir_Jestro] says as he loads is Glok 18c. “that I was wrong.”
Blogspot
So, I'm writing SFG right now, and I start to find out that a lot of my close friends are starting their own blogs, and i'm very comfortable with this fact, it gives me something to go online for. Myspace is dying right now, that or nobody ever wants to talk to me, ever.
Although I do enjoy Anthoneal's pictures that he comments me.
So here are some of my friends' blogs;
http://www.blogger.com/profile/11372244099456207295
and this one too,
http://www.blogger.com/profile/08233406208927450777 Check them out, they rock.
Well, I have work at CVS today at 3pm until 11pm...blah!!! Not looking forward to it.
I want to go to South Korea this Feburary, and visit my penpal Eun Gi.
I think Carrios should follow my blog, click the follow button CARRIOS!!!!!
I have no idea what i'm talking about anymore.
I'll try and post SFG before I leave, no promises though.
-Sir Jestro
Although I do enjoy Anthoneal's pictures that he comments me.
So here are some of my friends' blogs;
http://www.blogger.com/profile/11372244099456207295
and this one too,
http://www.blogger.com/profile/08233406208927450777 Check them out, they rock.
Well, I have work at CVS today at 3pm until 11pm...blah!!! Not looking forward to it.
I want to go to South Korea this Feburary, and visit my penpal Eun Gi.
I think Carrios should follow my blog, click the follow button CARRIOS!!!!!
I have no idea what i'm talking about anymore.
I'll try and post SFG before I leave, no promises though.
-Sir Jestro
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Nightmare Stare [Chapter: Three]
There I am again, walking across the bridge, only this time going into town. I focus my eyes on the spot where the angel was given to me. I walk around it, to not desecrate its purity. I keep walking, its a cold day. My hands are tense and burning. I keep them in my jacket pockets for warmth and my head down, pressed into my chest with my shoulders up. The back of my neck is freezing even with my beany pulled tightly around my head. I walk fast to try and escape the cold.
I finally make it to town. The loud bustling sounds of the cars and the array of screams from people remind me why I hardly ever leave home.
I walk into a diner. The bell jingles as I open the door, in with me walks a cold gust of wind that sends the day’s newspaper flying onto the ground around me. The attendants within all turn and look at me, their shallow judgmental eyes crucify me. How so much of an opinion can be made within the first gaze is beyond me. They all become tired of my presence and turn back to their food and/or coffee.
The warmth from inside almost burns my frozen body, but I maintain my composure.
“Oh, hello there!” The waitress behind the counter says to me with a smile and two closed eyes.
“You can seat yourself and I’ll be right with you.” She must have completely forgotten about the newspapers, or possibly never saw them to begin with. I decide that they should be back where they were and they were, and so they are.
I walk to my right and find an empty booth to sit at, alone. I find one and make myself comfortable, then I pull out my small note pad and a my pen and begin jotting ideas down, in no particular order.
-Jet black hair.
-Five foot one.
-Soft pale skin.
-Should be very small in frame.
-Green eyes.
-Full lips.
-A very delicate chin.
“Hello, today, sir. My name is Cindy and I’ll be your server, is there anything I can get you, something to drink?” Cindy asks breaking my concentration.
“Yes, I’d like a coffee and a slice of key lime pie, please.” I answer with a smile and two closed eyes. She finally leaves with a ‘Comin’ right up!’ and now its back to business.
-Small feet.
-Thin legs.
-Size 0 waist.
-Straight white teeth.
-A very proportional nose.
“Okie doke, sir!” Its Cindy again, groan. “Here’s your key lime pie and your cup of coffee!” I watch as she sets the two objects down…and she has the most beautiful hands I’ve ever seen in my life. I have to have them!
She puts her right hand in her apron pockets and pulls out the bill, as she sets it on the table I pull out an axe from my jacket. I grab the hand by the knuckles, and before she knows it I hack the entire hand off, surprisingly in only one slash, from the wrist. She screams in agony and falls over backwards. I put the hand in my inner left jacket pocket and stand to my feet. I look around the diner, everyone is looking at me with the same blank stare as when I walked in. I stand above Cindy and pry her left arm from the wrist of her right. I hold on tight to the left hands fingers, a jumbled mess, and slice the wrist from the hand.
Her vehement screams begin to irritate me, so I put the left hand in my right inner jacket pocket and then reach into my left pant pocket. I pull out a twenty dollar bills and toss it onto the table, she just made a seventeen dollar tip.
Then I leave the diner.
-Sir Jestro
I finally make it to town. The loud bustling sounds of the cars and the array of screams from people remind me why I hardly ever leave home.
I walk into a diner. The bell jingles as I open the door, in with me walks a cold gust of wind that sends the day’s newspaper flying onto the ground around me. The attendants within all turn and look at me, their shallow judgmental eyes crucify me. How so much of an opinion can be made within the first gaze is beyond me. They all become tired of my presence and turn back to their food and/or coffee.
The warmth from inside almost burns my frozen body, but I maintain my composure.
“Oh, hello there!” The waitress behind the counter says to me with a smile and two closed eyes.
“You can seat yourself and I’ll be right with you.” She must have completely forgotten about the newspapers, or possibly never saw them to begin with. I decide that they should be back where they were and they were, and so they are.
I walk to my right and find an empty booth to sit at, alone. I find one and make myself comfortable, then I pull out my small note pad and a my pen and begin jotting ideas down, in no particular order.
-Jet black hair.
-Five foot one.
-Soft pale skin.
-Should be very small in frame.
-Green eyes.
-Full lips.
-A very delicate chin.
“Hello, today, sir. My name is Cindy and I’ll be your server, is there anything I can get you, something to drink?” Cindy asks breaking my concentration.
“Yes, I’d like a coffee and a slice of key lime pie, please.” I answer with a smile and two closed eyes. She finally leaves with a ‘Comin’ right up!’ and now its back to business.
-Small feet.
-Thin legs.
-Size 0 waist.
-Straight white teeth.
-A very proportional nose.
“Okie doke, sir!” Its Cindy again, groan. “Here’s your key lime pie and your cup of coffee!” I watch as she sets the two objects down…and she has the most beautiful hands I’ve ever seen in my life. I have to have them!
She puts her right hand in her apron pockets and pulls out the bill, as she sets it on the table I pull out an axe from my jacket. I grab the hand by the knuckles, and before she knows it I hack the entire hand off, surprisingly in only one slash, from the wrist. She screams in agony and falls over backwards. I put the hand in my inner left jacket pocket and stand to my feet. I look around the diner, everyone is looking at me with the same blank stare as when I walked in. I stand above Cindy and pry her left arm from the wrist of her right. I hold on tight to the left hands fingers, a jumbled mess, and slice the wrist from the hand.
Her vehement screams begin to irritate me, so I put the left hand in my right inner jacket pocket and then reach into my left pant pocket. I pull out a twenty dollar bills and toss it onto the table, she just made a seventeen dollar tip.
Then I leave the diner.
-Sir Jestro
I'm back!!!!
I know I haven't really been gone THAT long, but it feels like weeks since I've posted something.
For those of you that don't know, myself and a few friends started a D&D campaign a few weeks back. Its freaking awesome, I'm enjoying it immensely. If any of you want to know anything about it, Shayne, http://tstesdookieface.blogspot.com/2008/10/town-ashore.html , is documenting it. He's the scribe, if you will.
You should all also keep reading Carrios' blogspot, I love it. It gives me a reason to go online.
I'm not too happy with 'Nightmare Stare' these days, but I'll update and put chapter 3 up soon enough. But it just seems that my mind keeps wandering these days, and so I've started yet another story! [I know, right]
This one is a little bit closer to home, I say that because the four main characters are inspired and even named after myself and my friends.
Its called 'Star Force Gemini'. Keep an eye for it.
You'll love it, because I know I already do.
Until next time, watch Bad Dream Spray!!!
-Sir Jestro
For those of you that don't know, myself and a few friends started a D&D campaign a few weeks back. Its freaking awesome, I'm enjoying it immensely. If any of you want to know anything about it, Shayne, http://tstesdookieface.blogspot.com/2008/10/town-ashore.html , is documenting it. He's the scribe, if you will.
You should all also keep reading Carrios' blogspot, I love it. It gives me a reason to go online.
I'm not too happy with 'Nightmare Stare' these days, but I'll update and put chapter 3 up soon enough. But it just seems that my mind keeps wandering these days, and so I've started yet another story! [I know, right]
This one is a little bit closer to home, I say that because the four main characters are inspired and even named after myself and my friends.
Its called 'Star Force Gemini'. Keep an eye for it.
You'll love it, because I know I already do.
Until next time, watch Bad Dream Spray!!!
-Sir Jestro
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Nightmare Stare [Chapter: Two]
I wake up in my bed.
The sheets are warm, the nice body warmth that you can sleep well into the late afternoon covered in. My legs are spread wide and my arms buried beneath the pillows, my head is nestled on the left ear. This is euphoric. But like all great things, this feeling ends-I have to urinate. I roll out of bed and walk into the bathroom. I start to excrete in the toilet, and as I'm standing there I decide to open the shower curtain, just because.
I slide the curtain and nearly jump out of my skin. There's someone lying in my bath tube, submerged in water. It takes me a moment to collect myself, but once collected I venture to further examine the someone.
Its the beautiful girl I thought I had only dreamt of. It appears as though it wasn't just a dream. I'm on my knees leaning over the angel. She's staring at me through the still water. But it doesn't smell like water, it smells old. It smells musty, like an old science building. My eyes start to get watery, so I get up to leave, maybe I can't spend too much time near an angel without harm to my body? As I walk out of the bathroom backwards, she follows me, with her eyes. I blink first and shut the door.
My nerves are on fire, I feel like I just walk out of a car crash. The hallway is spinning and growing as I walk down it back to my room. She can't stay in that water, even if it is water, it might be formaldehyde, for forever. I'll need to do something to preserve her, maybe seal her in the tub? Maybe freeze her? Maybe I'll bring her back to life? Or maybe I'll make another one of her?
Could I really do something like that? Could I really rebuild an angel? I'm sure I could. All I would have to do is take all the best parts from human girls and give her life. Its settled then, I'll make a new angel and she'll love me because I made her.
But wait! Why make a new girl when the one I want is in my bathroom?
Because she's an angel and I'm not worthy.
But why not? I mean it'd be easier to just bring a girl back to life than to make a brand new one, right?
She's an angel! Angels don't work the same way as humans do!
Good point.
I thought so too.
Its settled then, I'm going to make a copy in homage to the angel that changed my life.
I'm comfortable with that.
I rush back into the bathroom to tell the angel the news. She looks at me with a kind of smile in her eyes, I take that as her giving me permission. I run out of the bathroom overcome with joy, thousands of thoughts flying through my head.
When to begin, and where?
Do I take a single girl as the base and build around and onto her or do I just take parts from several other girls and build them on top of each other, so to speak.
Okay, I need to make a check list of all the 'requirements' that these girls need to have.
Where's my pen?
-Sir Jestro
The sheets are warm, the nice body warmth that you can sleep well into the late afternoon covered in. My legs are spread wide and my arms buried beneath the pillows, my head is nestled on the left ear. This is euphoric. But like all great things, this feeling ends-I have to urinate. I roll out of bed and walk into the bathroom. I start to excrete in the toilet, and as I'm standing there I decide to open the shower curtain, just because.
I slide the curtain and nearly jump out of my skin. There's someone lying in my bath tube, submerged in water. It takes me a moment to collect myself, but once collected I venture to further examine the someone.
Its the beautiful girl I thought I had only dreamt of. It appears as though it wasn't just a dream. I'm on my knees leaning over the angel. She's staring at me through the still water. But it doesn't smell like water, it smells old. It smells musty, like an old science building. My eyes start to get watery, so I get up to leave, maybe I can't spend too much time near an angel without harm to my body? As I walk out of the bathroom backwards, she follows me, with her eyes. I blink first and shut the door.
My nerves are on fire, I feel like I just walk out of a car crash. The hallway is spinning and growing as I walk down it back to my room. She can't stay in that water, even if it is water, it might be formaldehyde, for forever. I'll need to do something to preserve her, maybe seal her in the tub? Maybe freeze her? Maybe I'll bring her back to life? Or maybe I'll make another one of her?
Could I really do something like that? Could I really rebuild an angel? I'm sure I could. All I would have to do is take all the best parts from human girls and give her life. Its settled then, I'll make a new angel and she'll love me because I made her.
But wait! Why make a new girl when the one I want is in my bathroom?
Because she's an angel and I'm not worthy.
But why not? I mean it'd be easier to just bring a girl back to life than to make a brand new one, right?
She's an angel! Angels don't work the same way as humans do!
Good point.
I thought so too.
Its settled then, I'm going to make a copy in homage to the angel that changed my life.
I'm comfortable with that.
I rush back into the bathroom to tell the angel the news. She looks at me with a kind of smile in her eyes, I take that as her giving me permission. I run out of the bathroom overcome with joy, thousands of thoughts flying through my head.
When to begin, and where?
Do I take a single girl as the base and build around and onto her or do I just take parts from several other girls and build them on top of each other, so to speak.
Okay, I need to make a check list of all the 'requirements' that these girls need to have.
Where's my pen?
-Sir Jestro
Just Something Small
Just giving a warning, chapter two is not as good as chapter one. Mainly because the dreamlike imagery is not as apparent. But just bare with me.
I apologize for not posting anything for the past few days, I've been busy with Baddreamspray and TSTES and D&D.
I'm going to go to bed now [well after I post chapter two] so goodnight everyone.
WATCH BAD DREAM SPRAY!!!
AND LISTEN TO TSTES OR I'LL PUNCH YOU IN THE SACK!!!!
-Sir Jestro
I apologize for not posting anything for the past few days, I've been busy with Baddreamspray and TSTES and D&D.
I'm going to go to bed now [well after I post chapter two] so goodnight everyone.
WATCH BAD DREAM SPRAY!!!
AND LISTEN TO TSTES OR I'LL PUNCH YOU IN THE SACK!!!!
-Sir Jestro
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