"Be happy, be happy." [Jestro] said, his eyes hardened. He walked slowly into the room holding; a bible, a flask, and bucket of Popcorn chicken. They all stood in silence, watching him. He walked next to **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**.
"What, bitch?" She asked, her eyes filled with an anger older than time itself. [Jestro] tossed the bucket to C41212105, and moved the bible into his right hand. He flipped through the pages. **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** just looking up at him. He locked eyes with. Her mouth opened wide open and a massive wave of green vomit flew all over the room, covering our three heroes and C41212105.
"Fuck! My Jordan's!" Ω screamed.
"She's possessed by a demon!" 김재민 screamed.
"Am I not!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** said, not cleaning her mouth. "I just have projectile vomit." She said, folding her arms and looking away.
"Well, why the fuck didn't you tell us?" [Jestro] asked cleaning his eyes.
"Its none of your business!" She screamed.
"And you asking us all these questions about The Guild isn't any of yours!" Ω said back.
"Well, you answered them, didn't you?" She lifted one side of her upper lip, [Jestro] wanted to chew on it, in a very sexual way.
"Fuck, why are you even asking then?!" C41212105 asked.
"I wanted to know..." Then she continued under her breath. "...I think its cool." [Jestro]'s eyes lit up at the sound of his.
"Well, then join us...as friends." 김재민 said quickly, everyone looked at him. "What? I said, 'as friends'."
"I don't want to." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** said. "I don't even like you."
"I don't give a fuck." Ω said. He pulled out his beam katana, its white/blue beam reflecting in his glasses. "It wasn't a question." She looked at the beam, frightened. Then her face turned back into anger.
"That shit doesn't scare me. It only has one blade."
"Yo, beam! Not blade." He withdrew his beam katana and turned to leave. "Let's bounce!"
"OKAY, BYE!!!!" She screamed as they left, covered in her green vomit.
Then our heroes were quickly running down the hospital hallway.
"Alright, so what's the fucking game plan!?" C41212105 asked, fearing for his life, this would be only his third mission alongside the SFG Crew [Stay tuned for the SFG spin-off series "SFG, The C41212105 Chronicles"]. He was shaking in his boots as they say.
"Stop shaking in your boots, fuckface." Ω said to C41212105. "Here's the plan: We roll up there, like nothing's wrong. Then they'll tell us to shape up or ship out, then we'll tell them we're just a castaway."
"As much as we all do love Benny Benassi, I don't think that'd fly." C41212105 said.
"That's the point!" 김재민 screamed, still in just his assless hospital gown. "We need to burn some major bridges tonight."
"Break some fucking glass!"
"Tonight is Kristallnacht, and we're gonna fuck bitches up, just like the Germans did." Ω said.
"And how are we going to do this? Remember, I'm not a badass assassin like you three!" C41212105 said, his voice cracking from fear.
"No," 김재민 began. "you're not a badass."
"But you're rolling with us tonight, motherfucker, and there's only two ways out tonight." [Jestro] said.
"And what're they?" C41212105 fearful of what the answer might be.
"Dead or dying." [Jestro] said. Then there was a moment of silence.
"Fuck that, I'm not leaving dead." C41212105 said.
"That's what we like to hear, shitface." Ω said, as they walked into an elevator. He pushed the '1' button and they descended.
"So, the only plan is to not get killed?" C41212105 asked, still as scared as a little bitch.
"Well, we go there. And when we get there, all four of us, we're gonna be outnumbered, you know?" 김재민 says. "There's gonna be a lot of motherfuckin' asshoes there, and these guys, and a few ladies, they're gonna be pissed. Pissed like a two year old's underwear, tighty whities, you know? So they're gonna be hella pissed, and, now this is being very optimistic, let's hope that the number one is there. The first assassin, the founder, the leader, he who should be renamed as God." The SFG Crew lowered their heads.
"What?" C41212105 asked. "Is he that much of a badass?"
"He could kill everyone in the Guild himself. Alone, like in the dark, like no lights on, not even a candle, to light his badass-ness." 김재민 said. "They call him El Salvador, ο Σωτήρας, 구세주, il Redentore, der Heiland..."
"Yeah, I got it, The Savior!" C41212105 said.
"Okay, him, El Savador. This guy's fucking crazy, he could kill all of us, no sweat! So if he's there we're lucky. Because either A.) it'll be a quick death, or B.) We get a chance to fight him and, hopefully, we kill him." 김재민 says.
"But the chances of us killing him are slim to none." [Jestro] interjected.
"True, so here's the real plan: We get there, they give us the speech, then we spilt up, taking a hand full of assassins with each of us." Ω said, as the elevator doors slide open, all four of them walking out.
"Where're we leading them to?" C41212105 asked as they walked through the crowded first floor.
"We kill them while they chase us, then we meet back at the LAN center when no one's left." Ω said, not looking at C41212105.
"Guys, I've never killed anyone before, you know this!" C41212105 was shaking now. "I just, I can't bring myself to...kill...another human being!" Ω turned and stopped C41212105 and then he btich slapped the shit out of him, the smell was disgusting.
"Listen, you stupid fuck..." Ω said, his fist grabbing C41212105's collar. "You're one of my best friends, one of my brothers, don't you dare fuckin die on me, that's not how Sparta raised us!" Then he threw C41212105 backward and walked outside. Speaking loudly he said. "[Jestro], 김재민 , get all the gear and equipment that you need, meet at the LAN center in an hour." Then he opened his car door. "Sorry, [Jestro] I'm driving 김재민 today, see you in an hour...I love you." Then he and 김재민 slammed their doors and sped off. [Jestro] looked at C41212105, walking out, his legs in the cowboy stance, shit sliding down the sides of his legs, and he asked.
"Hey, C41212105, can I have a ride to the school really fast?"
"Sure." He says, soon they're driving down the streets of Pompey. Even sooner they reach the high school. Before [Jestro] gets out C41212105 says to him. "[Jestro], I'm no monster, I'm like you guys, I can't kill anyone...fuck, I step around snails on the sidewalk after it rains," He fakes a laughs. "I don't think I can do this. I'm not like 김재민 , I don't have badass ninja skillz, I'm not like Ω, I don't know how to fuck people up with a beam katana, but you and I we're the same, we're real people put in extraordinary circumstances. We aren't monsters, man. You aren't like the rest of them, how do you do the things you do?" [Jestro] was quiet for a long time, then he looked at C41212105 and said,
"We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I'm no different." Then he walked out without another word, and C41212105 drove off, knowing exactly what [Jestro] meant.
-Sir Jestro
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Star Force Gemini Chapter Nine
[Jestro] and Ω walked to the dying 김재민 , his eyes dilating, he was turning white. He locked eyes with Ω, who looked down at him outstretching his hand.
"Come with me if you want to live." 김재민 smiled and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he was on a hospital bed.
"Where am I?" He called out to anyone who could hear him.
"You're in the hospital, bitch!" A female voice called out to him.
"Oh." He said, defeated. "Wait...which hospital?"
"There's only one hospital in this city! Pompey Community Hospital, jackass!" The same voice screamed. She hurt 김재민's feelings.
"You're...you're mean!" He called out to the voice.
"I don't care bitch, stop being such a girl!" The voice screamed.
"Who are you!?" 김재민 screamed, tears flooding down his cheeks, he was a mess from the morphine.
"I'm a **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**!!" She screamed.
"Why do you spell it like that?" 김재민 asked, breaking the fourth wall.
"Shut up, bitch!" She screamed back.
"I don't like this, I'm leaving." 김재민 said to himself, aloud. He got up and opened the curtains around his bed, there was one other bed next to his and a gorgeous Mexican girl with stupendous lips, that were pouting. Her eyes were adorable and big, like her lips. 김재민 smiled, and bent over a little to hide his....erection. Then the girl's eyes glared, her face scrunched up, and her dissonant voice escaped her beautiful lips.
"Sit down!" It made 김재민 jump and obey. He threw the covers over his head, in hopes of shielding himself from the monster. At long last, he heard a familiar voice enter the room.
"Boom! Wakudo!" It was [Sir_Jestro], 김재민 smiled underneath the covers. He peeked his head out as [Jestro] walked next to his bed. "Yo!" He whispered to 김재민 . "There's a super hot girl in the bed next to you!" His eyes full of joy and envy.
"No, dude!" He said, "Its a demon!"
"I'm not a demon!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screamed, clearly getting all up in their business, a place she didn't belong. [Jestro] jumped.
"What the fuck was that!?" He asked 김재민.
"Its the demon. I think the girl's here to get it removed!" He was completely serious, and tearing up again.
"Dude..." [Jestro]'s voice dropped to a low whisper. "I've seen The Exorcist before, I'll get it out of her."
"That's crazy, it'll never work!" 김재민 also whispered now.
"Yes, it will!"
"Okay..." 김재민 said with a frown. "But why would you want to mess with that kind of stuff, its scary!"
"Dude!" [Jestro]'s whisper now harsh. "If I defeat the monster I get the girl!"
"But what about Ha-Neul?" 김재민 asked.
"Her dad and I are fighting tomorrow night, so this is kind of like my bachelor party." [Jestro] said, peeking around the curtain.
"What do you want, bitch?!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screamed as she saw the chivalrous [Jestro] who jumped back as she screamed.
"Fuck!" He screamed. "Its worse than I thought." He looked at 김재민. "I'mma need a bible, King James version, some holy water, and a bucket of chicken!"
"Okay, I don't have any of those, but I'm sure there's a chapel in here somewhere, and what's the chicken for?" 김재민 asked.
"Its for me, jackass! I'm hungry!" [Jestro] dapped 김재민 [the knuckle hit, made popular by those of African decent] and briskly walked out.
"Where the fuck are you going?!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asked, like it was her business.
"To the church." [Jestro] admitted. He couldn't help but speak the truth while she was around.
"When the fuck did you start going to church!?" She screamed.
[Jestro] paused, he thought to himself.
"Do I know this person already? She seems to be all up in my business, the way only an old friend, or girlfriend would be." At that moment a male nurse came in.
"Oh, hey Doc! She says she needs a new bed pan! Better get on that stat!" [Jestro] said and then rushed out of the room. **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screamed that she didn't and then he couldn't hear her voice anymore. Ω and C41212105 were walking towards him as he ran down the hall.
"Sup, wiener nose?!" Ω called out. [Jestro] slid to a stop, out of breath.
"Hey, guys." He looked at C41212105 who held a dozen roses in his arms. "Are you purposing to 김재민?"
"Yeah," Ω said. "he came out last night to me on the phone. It was cute."
"Very funny guys!" C41212105 wasn't laughing with the other two.
"Where you headed, [Jestro]?" Ω asked.
"To the chapel." He responded.
"Hot Asian nuns?!" Ω asked smiling. "Dude, alright!"
"Not quite, ummm, exocrism." [Jestro] said.
"I hope its better than that shitty movie with Emily Rose." C41212105 interjected.
"Come on, its us. We'd make a porno win an Oscar!" Ω said.
"I think the award you're thinking of is a Grammy." C41212105 said.
"Or a Woody." [Jestro] said. They all smiled then split up. Ω and C41212105 walked into the room and were yelled at.
"Why are all these people coming to see that guy and not me!?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screamed as the two of them came in.
"I'm here to see you." Ω said, snatching the roses from C41212105 and handing them to her. "These roses are for you, baby." Ω was putting his charm on her.
"Fuck you!" But his charm failed. C41212105 hurried to 김재민's bed side.
"I'm so glad you're safe, I was worried sick!" C41212105 said as he hugged 김재민 who slowly moved away like C41212105 smelled bad.
"Get these fucking flowers out of my face!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screamed. Then there was a smacking sound and the dozen roses fell onto 김재민's bed. Both he and C41212105 looked at the roses and then each other, and then at Ω who came in rubbing his face.
"She slapped me...hard." He sat down on the end of the bed, his back turned to the two of them. They both looked at his back intently. "Dude, 김재민." He turned around.
"Yes?" 김재민 replied.
"There's a meeting today, at sunset, on the top of the Omicron Memorial Building."
"Fuck, dude..." 김재민 responded.
"What's wrong with there being a meeting on top of a building at sunset?!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screamed through the curtain.
"Dude, there hasn't been a meeting in years. What's up?" 김재민 asked Ω.
"The high ups are pissed, probably at us, for all the crazy shit we've been doing." Ω responded.
"What does that mean?!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screamed.
"Are you guys scared?" C41212105 asked.
"Fuck yes!" 김재민 said.
"Never. I'm never scared, like Chris Rock." Ω said getting to his feet. "Let's roll out." He walked out.
"Where the fuck are you three going?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asked glaring.
"Out. We've got a meeting to get to." Ω said.
"Well, he's not allowed to leave!" She screamed back.
"And why not?!" 김재민 asked, offended.
"Because those are the rules!" She said.
"Don't chain yourself down to rules," C41212105 said. "they'll just suck the life out you."
"Fuck you, you're stupid!" She said rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.
"Well, we've got a Guild to secede from." Ω said.
"Wait, what why?" 김재민 asked.
"Because we broke too many rules, fuck man! Put two and two together!" Ω said.
"Oh..." 김재민 said, sheepishly.
"So what're you guys going to do?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asked.
"Find [Jestro], load up, head to the Omicron Memorial Building, and tell them we aren't afraid of those motherfuckers, and probably die." Ω said, he looked at the door, [Jestro] was standing there, he must have heard the whole thing. He looked dissapointed.
"Goonies never say die."
-Sir Jestro
"Come with me if you want to live." 김재민 smiled and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he was on a hospital bed.
"Where am I?" He called out to anyone who could hear him.
"You're in the hospital, bitch!" A female voice called out to him.
"Oh." He said, defeated. "Wait...which hospital?"
"There's only one hospital in this city! Pompey Community Hospital, jackass!" The same voice screamed. She hurt 김재민's feelings.
"You're...you're mean!" He called out to the voice.
"I don't care bitch, stop being such a girl!" The voice screamed.
"Who are you!?" 김재민 screamed, tears flooding down his cheeks, he was a mess from the morphine.
"I'm a **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**!!" She screamed.
"Why do you spell it like that?" 김재민 asked, breaking the fourth wall.
"Shut up, bitch!" She screamed back.
"I don't like this, I'm leaving." 김재민 said to himself, aloud. He got up and opened the curtains around his bed, there was one other bed next to his and a gorgeous Mexican girl with stupendous lips, that were pouting. Her eyes were adorable and big, like her lips. 김재민 smiled, and bent over a little to hide his....erection. Then the girl's eyes glared, her face scrunched up, and her dissonant voice escaped her beautiful lips.
"Sit down!" It made 김재민 jump and obey. He threw the covers over his head, in hopes of shielding himself from the monster. At long last, he heard a familiar voice enter the room.
"Boom! Wakudo!" It was [Sir_Jestro], 김재민 smiled underneath the covers. He peeked his head out as [Jestro] walked next to his bed. "Yo!" He whispered to 김재민 . "There's a super hot girl in the bed next to you!" His eyes full of joy and envy.
"No, dude!" He said, "Its a demon!"
"I'm not a demon!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screamed, clearly getting all up in their business, a place she didn't belong. [Jestro] jumped.
"What the fuck was that!?" He asked 김재민.
"Its the demon. I think the girl's here to get it removed!" He was completely serious, and tearing up again.
"Dude..." [Jestro]'s voice dropped to a low whisper. "I've seen The Exorcist before, I'll get it out of her."
"That's crazy, it'll never work!" 김재민 also whispered now.
"Yes, it will!"
"Okay..." 김재민 said with a frown. "But why would you want to mess with that kind of stuff, its scary!"
"Dude!" [Jestro]'s whisper now harsh. "If I defeat the monster I get the girl!"
"But what about Ha-Neul?" 김재민 asked.
"Her dad and I are fighting tomorrow night, so this is kind of like my bachelor party." [Jestro] said, peeking around the curtain.
"What do you want, bitch?!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screamed as she saw the chivalrous [Jestro] who jumped back as she screamed.
"Fuck!" He screamed. "Its worse than I thought." He looked at 김재민. "I'mma need a bible, King James version, some holy water, and a bucket of chicken!"
"Okay, I don't have any of those, but I'm sure there's a chapel in here somewhere, and what's the chicken for?" 김재민 asked.
"Its for me, jackass! I'm hungry!" [Jestro] dapped 김재민 [the knuckle hit, made popular by those of African decent] and briskly walked out.
"Where the fuck are you going?!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asked, like it was her business.
"To the church." [Jestro] admitted. He couldn't help but speak the truth while she was around.
"When the fuck did you start going to church!?" She screamed.
[Jestro] paused, he thought to himself.
"Do I know this person already? She seems to be all up in my business, the way only an old friend, or girlfriend would be." At that moment a male nurse came in.
"Oh, hey Doc! She says she needs a new bed pan! Better get on that stat!" [Jestro] said and then rushed out of the room. **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screamed that she didn't and then he couldn't hear her voice anymore. Ω and C41212105 were walking towards him as he ran down the hall.
"Sup, wiener nose?!" Ω called out. [Jestro] slid to a stop, out of breath.
"Hey, guys." He looked at C41212105 who held a dozen roses in his arms. "Are you purposing to 김재민?"
"Yeah," Ω said. "he came out last night to me on the phone. It was cute."
"Very funny guys!" C41212105 wasn't laughing with the other two.
"Where you headed, [Jestro]?" Ω asked.
"To the chapel." He responded.
"Hot Asian nuns?!" Ω asked smiling. "Dude, alright!"
"Not quite, ummm, exocrism." [Jestro] said.
"I hope its better than that shitty movie with Emily Rose." C41212105 interjected.
"Come on, its us. We'd make a porno win an Oscar!" Ω said.
"I think the award you're thinking of is a Grammy." C41212105 said.
"Or a Woody." [Jestro] said. They all smiled then split up. Ω and C41212105 walked into the room and were yelled at.
"Why are all these people coming to see that guy and not me!?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screamed as the two of them came in.
"I'm here to see you." Ω said, snatching the roses from C41212105 and handing them to her. "These roses are for you, baby." Ω was putting his charm on her.
"Fuck you!" But his charm failed. C41212105 hurried to 김재민's bed side.
"I'm so glad you're safe, I was worried sick!" C41212105 said as he hugged 김재민 who slowly moved away like C41212105 smelled bad.
"Get these fucking flowers out of my face!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screamed. Then there was a smacking sound and the dozen roses fell onto 김재민's bed. Both he and C41212105 looked at the roses and then each other, and then at Ω who came in rubbing his face.
"She slapped me...hard." He sat down on the end of the bed, his back turned to the two of them. They both looked at his back intently. "Dude, 김재민." He turned around.
"Yes?" 김재민 replied.
"There's a meeting today, at sunset, on the top of the Omicron Memorial Building."
"Fuck, dude..." 김재민 responded.
"What's wrong with there being a meeting on top of a building at sunset?!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screamed through the curtain.
"Dude, there hasn't been a meeting in years. What's up?" 김재민 asked Ω.
"The high ups are pissed, probably at us, for all the crazy shit we've been doing." Ω responded.
"What does that mean?!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screamed.
"Are you guys scared?" C41212105 asked.
"Fuck yes!" 김재민 said.
"Never. I'm never scared, like Chris Rock." Ω said getting to his feet. "Let's roll out." He walked out.
"Where the fuck are you three going?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asked glaring.
"Out. We've got a meeting to get to." Ω said.
"Well, he's not allowed to leave!" She screamed back.
"And why not?!" 김재민 asked, offended.
"Because those are the rules!" She said.
"Don't chain yourself down to rules," C41212105 said. "they'll just suck the life out you."
"Fuck you, you're stupid!" She said rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.
"Well, we've got a Guild to secede from." Ω said.
"Wait, what why?" 김재민 asked.
"Because we broke too many rules, fuck man! Put two and two together!" Ω said.
"Oh..." 김재민 said, sheepishly.
"So what're you guys going to do?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asked.
"Find [Jestro], load up, head to the Omicron Memorial Building, and tell them we aren't afraid of those motherfuckers, and probably die." Ω said, he looked at the door, [Jestro] was standing there, he must have heard the whole thing. He looked dissapointed.
"Goonies never say die."
-Sir Jestro
$138 for a box?!
So I was just reading the news on my yahoo! homepage, and something caught my eye: a picture of the new Nintendo DSi. As many of you know, I am a strong supporter of the DS, and was the first person in Riverside to legally purchase the DS Lite [I never get tired of saying that]. So, needless to say, I clicked on the headline, regardless of its content.
The story was of a woman who thought she had bought her son a DSi for his birthday, but actually paid for a $138 box of rocks and chinese paper...PWND!!!
See, the first problem the woman made was: she bought this 'item' at Wal-Mart, and we all know how nasty Wal-Mart is. In fact, the only good thing about them is, their hours, you can always bank on, at any given hour, they'll be open. The second problem was, the woman forgot to perform the age old test of any boxed item, to shake it. That's how we'd narrow down our list of x-mas items as the piles grew under the tree. And the last mistake this woman made was, being a complete idiot, she said, and I quote
"They don't want to do nothing. They want me to keep the box of rocks. I'm not buying a box of rocks for $138,"
So, I'll ignore the obvious errors in her first independent clause and move to the more obvious error. Lady, are you telling me you're mad, not that you bought a box of rocks, but that they want you to keep it? Or that you paid $138 dollars for it? Would, let's just say, an even $100 be more appropriate for you? Ugh, stupid people annoy me.
The post also said, that the same box had been returned to the store prior to the woman purchasing it, and that it appeared back on the shelf, mysteriously! [Waves hands] I, myself work in retail, and would love to do something like that. But then again, I'd also be a part of Project Mayhem if the group should arise. I'd love to fill a box with rocks and sell it to some retarted Republican American, as my way of 'giving back' to all the verbally abuse we, the sales people and cashiers, recieve.
They also stated that a different Wal-Mart, located in Florida, sold a PSP to a kid with a memory stick full of porn. Now if that just doesn't make you smile, then you have some kind of problem. It seems to me that Florida is one step ahead of the rest of the US, and we could all learn a thing or two from them.
Vote Carrios for President, and listen to ATTIC Radio.
Thank you.
-Sir Jestro
The story was of a woman who thought she had bought her son a DSi for his birthday, but actually paid for a $138 box of rocks and chinese paper...PWND!!!
See, the first problem the woman made was: she bought this 'item' at Wal-Mart, and we all know how nasty Wal-Mart is. In fact, the only good thing about them is, their hours, you can always bank on, at any given hour, they'll be open. The second problem was, the woman forgot to perform the age old test of any boxed item, to shake it. That's how we'd narrow down our list of x-mas items as the piles grew under the tree. And the last mistake this woman made was, being a complete idiot, she said, and I quote
"They don't want to do nothing. They want me to keep the box of rocks. I'm not buying a box of rocks for $138,"
So, I'll ignore the obvious errors in her first independent clause and move to the more obvious error. Lady, are you telling me you're mad, not that you bought a box of rocks, but that they want you to keep it? Or that you paid $138 dollars for it? Would, let's just say, an even $100 be more appropriate for you? Ugh, stupid people annoy me.
The post also said, that the same box had been returned to the store prior to the woman purchasing it, and that it appeared back on the shelf, mysteriously! [Waves hands] I, myself work in retail, and would love to do something like that. But then again, I'd also be a part of Project Mayhem if the group should arise. I'd love to fill a box with rocks and sell it to some retarted Republican American, as my way of 'giving back' to all the verbally abuse we, the sales people and cashiers, recieve.
They also stated that a different Wal-Mart, located in Florida, sold a PSP to a kid with a memory stick full of porn. Now if that just doesn't make you smile, then you have some kind of problem. It seems to me that Florida is one step ahead of the rest of the US, and we could all learn a thing or two from them.
Vote Carrios for President, and listen to ATTIC Radio.
Thank you.
-Sir Jestro
Monday, April 27, 2009
Nightmare Stare [Chapter Eleven]
I walked across the bridge again, making good time too.
I kept repeating it to myself: gotta find some D cups, gotta find some D cups. The whole thing made me laugh so the walk didn't seem as bad as it usually does.
I made my way into town, as normal. I decided to try the local drug store then move from shop to shop after that.
I headed into it; a CVC, no acronym appeared in my head so I didn't spend too much time thinking about it.
As I walked in, the automatic doors opened and that annoying breeze hummed and blew down on me. Everyone standing in the twenty person line, looked at me, their eyes drying up with annoyance, I laughed and kept walking. I examined each of the women I passed in line, no luck. So I decided to try the pharmacy, the sun was still high in the sky, so they should still be open.
As I headed to the back of the store towards the giant "Pharmacy" sign, I couldn't help but get aggravated by the constant sound of children screaming, "I want my medicine!" But as I reached the pharmacy I saw it was the adults who were doing the screaming, the children all sat, well mannered, in the waiting area. I looked at the women in the pharmacy, again no luck.
I walked back the way I had come, head down with shame. Such time wasted!!!
I hated wasting time on people, they were so...irrelevant. I thought all hope was lost in this store until, a voice spoke to me.
"Did you need any help finding anything, sir?" I looked towards the voice. I young girl, in her mid twenties with huge, voluptuous breasts exposed in her low cut top. I assumed she was a manager, because she wasn't wearing the disgusting grey shirt the other employees were wearing. I stared at the breasts, these must be the ones Audrey wants. I looked her in the eyes.
"Yes, now I am." I smiled. "But, would you be able to help me?"
"Of course!" She exclaimed, the joy was clearly part of the job. "What can I do to help?"
"Its over there." I pointed to a floor fan that stood above the drink coolers at the far end of the store.
"One of the fans?" She asked heading over to them.
"Yes, I feel so decrepit." I faked a laugh. "There was an accident when I was in my youth, my back's never been the same."
"Its no problem, sir." She said, no looking at me. "I'll just get the step ladder, it'll be one second."
"Take your time." I said, she walked in another direction. "I'll meet you over there."
When she arrived at the drink coolers I was already there. She flipped the legs out and began to climb the three step ladder.
"Is this one okay?" She asked. I looked at it, the corners were covered with tape.
"Do you have any that's boxes are still in good condition? I don't want it to fall out as I take it to the car!" I said with another fake laugh.
"Sure, let me check this one back here." She said.
At that moment I grabbed the back of her head and slammed it against the corner of the cooler, and with my foot, kicked the step ladder out from under her. She slammed against the floor, hard. When she picked her head up, she spit up three bloody teeth, each about two inches long. The blood and spit was mixing with her hair, making her look pathetic. I kicked her in the stomach a few times before slamming her head onto the ground until she was dead.
I rolled her faceless body over and removed her top. But alas, stretch marks covered almost all of the breasts, and to top it off, the areolas were too big in diameter. Disgusted I rolled her body back over and walked out. The people in line looked at me with envy as I left the store, they hadn't moved one bit since I had gotten there.
Where to now?
Maybe the coffee shop on the other side of the parking lot?
Yeah, let's do that.
I headed across the parking lot when an old black man approached me.
"Hey, man! Can you spare some change for thirsty old man?" He asked, his two orange teeth standing out against his extremely dark skin.
"I'll give some after I get a cup of joe." I lied.
"Don't lie to me man! And, hey! You ain't gonna find no big titties in that shop, my friend!" He laughed. I stopped.
"What did you say?"
"I said, 'you ain't gonna find no titties in that shop!' Man!" He kept laughing.
"I heard what you said, but what did you mean?" I asked,
"Then you shoulda' axed, 'what'd you mean?' Man, come on, I know you got some change!" He said. I dug in my pocket and handed him a five, the kind with the huge purple 5 on it. "Hey, thanks Man!"
"Now, tell me. What did you mean?" My face stern.
"Hahahaha! You're the new one, the new God, my man!" He started walking towards the CVC. "Check down the road, for the titties, at the grocery store, look for the girl that stocks produce!" He laughed, mumbling 'produce, yeah she got produce alright!' as the automatic doors opened.
I stood there for a while, too confused to follow him.
The new God?
How the hell did he know that?
I couldn't wrap my mind around the whole situation, so I decided to just head to the grocery store and get back before sunset.
-Sir Jestro
I kept repeating it to myself: gotta find some D cups, gotta find some D cups. The whole thing made me laugh so the walk didn't seem as bad as it usually does.
I made my way into town, as normal. I decided to try the local drug store then move from shop to shop after that.
I headed into it; a CVC, no acronym appeared in my head so I didn't spend too much time thinking about it.
As I walked in, the automatic doors opened and that annoying breeze hummed and blew down on me. Everyone standing in the twenty person line, looked at me, their eyes drying up with annoyance, I laughed and kept walking. I examined each of the women I passed in line, no luck. So I decided to try the pharmacy, the sun was still high in the sky, so they should still be open.
As I headed to the back of the store towards the giant "Pharmacy" sign, I couldn't help but get aggravated by the constant sound of children screaming, "I want my medicine!" But as I reached the pharmacy I saw it was the adults who were doing the screaming, the children all sat, well mannered, in the waiting area. I looked at the women in the pharmacy, again no luck.
I walked back the way I had come, head down with shame. Such time wasted!!!
I hated wasting time on people, they were so...irrelevant. I thought all hope was lost in this store until, a voice spoke to me.
"Did you need any help finding anything, sir?" I looked towards the voice. I young girl, in her mid twenties with huge, voluptuous breasts exposed in her low cut top. I assumed she was a manager, because she wasn't wearing the disgusting grey shirt the other employees were wearing. I stared at the breasts, these must be the ones Audrey wants. I looked her in the eyes.
"Yes, now I am." I smiled. "But, would you be able to help me?"
"Of course!" She exclaimed, the joy was clearly part of the job. "What can I do to help?"
"Its over there." I pointed to a floor fan that stood above the drink coolers at the far end of the store.
"One of the fans?" She asked heading over to them.
"Yes, I feel so decrepit." I faked a laugh. "There was an accident when I was in my youth, my back's never been the same."
"Its no problem, sir." She said, no looking at me. "I'll just get the step ladder, it'll be one second."
"Take your time." I said, she walked in another direction. "I'll meet you over there."
When she arrived at the drink coolers I was already there. She flipped the legs out and began to climb the three step ladder.
"Is this one okay?" She asked. I looked at it, the corners were covered with tape.
"Do you have any that's boxes are still in good condition? I don't want it to fall out as I take it to the car!" I said with another fake laugh.
"Sure, let me check this one back here." She said.
At that moment I grabbed the back of her head and slammed it against the corner of the cooler, and with my foot, kicked the step ladder out from under her. She slammed against the floor, hard. When she picked her head up, she spit up three bloody teeth, each about two inches long. The blood and spit was mixing with her hair, making her look pathetic. I kicked her in the stomach a few times before slamming her head onto the ground until she was dead.
I rolled her faceless body over and removed her top. But alas, stretch marks covered almost all of the breasts, and to top it off, the areolas were too big in diameter. Disgusted I rolled her body back over and walked out. The people in line looked at me with envy as I left the store, they hadn't moved one bit since I had gotten there.
Where to now?
Maybe the coffee shop on the other side of the parking lot?
Yeah, let's do that.
I headed across the parking lot when an old black man approached me.
"Hey, man! Can you spare some change for thirsty old man?" He asked, his two orange teeth standing out against his extremely dark skin.
"I'll give some after I get a cup of joe." I lied.
"Don't lie to me man! And, hey! You ain't gonna find no big titties in that shop, my friend!" He laughed. I stopped.
"What did you say?"
"I said, 'you ain't gonna find no titties in that shop!' Man!" He kept laughing.
"I heard what you said, but what did you mean?" I asked,
"Then you shoulda' axed, 'what'd you mean?' Man, come on, I know you got some change!" He said. I dug in my pocket and handed him a five, the kind with the huge purple 5 on it. "Hey, thanks Man!"
"Now, tell me. What did you mean?" My face stern.
"Hahahaha! You're the new one, the new God, my man!" He started walking towards the CVC. "Check down the road, for the titties, at the grocery store, look for the girl that stocks produce!" He laughed, mumbling 'produce, yeah she got produce alright!' as the automatic doors opened.
I stood there for a while, too confused to follow him.
The new God?
How the hell did he know that?
I couldn't wrap my mind around the whole situation, so I decided to just head to the grocery store and get back before sunset.
-Sir Jestro
Thank you
Well, I haven't actually blogged in a while, just the mindless ramblings no one really cares to read, due to the fact that I didn't want to fill this beautiful page up with emotions...let me reiterate, emo...tions.
Hehe!
So I've since been brought back to the only reality I like, the one inside my head. All the static that was blinding me has been cleared, for the most part. Everyone always things that get them down, like work, and being single, and feeling like only three of your friends still want to hangout out with you on a regular basis, whatever the reason may be, we all feel it, we just don't linger.
A few people helped me out of that slump I was in: Kim Je-Min, I thank you for your endless support, you feel like a brother. Carrios, thanks for always being either a phone call or a text message away, gotta love technology and Tesla for that one too. Thanks to Tina and Thanh and the rest of the CVS crew for going through all the bull with me at work. Thanks to the Funkmaster, I know you're always there if I need to be gay and cry on a guy's shoulder. Thanks to Raven for reminding me that I really am funny, I just try too hard to make Liz laugh and she's one tough cookie to crack. Speaking of Liz, thank you, I think the letter will suffice.
I will post her thank you letter, if she's okay with it. I figured the only way to get my true feelings across was to go all out with the pen and use my hand words to the best of my abilities, I think it worked, she still has no idea what the hell it says. I tried a new technique which I'll use in "My Murderous Heart" One of eight stories I'll be writing in my "Masterpeices".
Carrios, don't get jealous, but those will all be dedicated to your to-be-wife, Bree, since she was so encouraging when I used to talk about them. I can't wait to see you two hitched.
I digress, "My Murderous Heart" will be the only one of the eight that'sonly form will be somewhat like my take on a Dr. Seuss book. Hopefully, Este-trance will help me out on this one, and hopefully I'll follow through with it this time.
I seem to only be talking about stories again, oh well. Its what I enjoy doing, writing and reading.
Speaking of reading, I began reading Twilight a few weeks back and let me say this: Its very well written, I can see why its on The New York Times Best Seller's List, but I can't seem to relate to the main character, I'm not a sixteen year old girl. But since its something I've never read, I can see its affected my writings, in a good way. Just as listening to a new band helps a musician explore new techniques.
I want to make a romantic comedy soon, something lighter than I usually write, and with no killing. But I think I'll start that when I finish Nightmare Stare or SFG, since they're closest to being "done".
Well, everyone who doesn't read Carrios' blog should definitly check it out, I'm waiting for GHG!
Remember everyone,
Don't forget to smile.
-Sir Jestro
Hehe!
So I've since been brought back to the only reality I like, the one inside my head. All the static that was blinding me has been cleared, for the most part. Everyone always things that get them down, like work, and being single, and feeling like only three of your friends still want to hangout out with you on a regular basis, whatever the reason may be, we all feel it, we just don't linger.
A few people helped me out of that slump I was in: Kim Je-Min, I thank you for your endless support, you feel like a brother. Carrios, thanks for always being either a phone call or a text message away, gotta love technology and Tesla for that one too. Thanks to Tina and Thanh and the rest of the CVS crew for going through all the bull with me at work. Thanks to the Funkmaster, I know you're always there if I need to be gay and cry on a guy's shoulder. Thanks to Raven for reminding me that I really am funny, I just try too hard to make Liz laugh and she's one tough cookie to crack. Speaking of Liz, thank you, I think the letter will suffice.
I will post her thank you letter, if she's okay with it. I figured the only way to get my true feelings across was to go all out with the pen and use my hand words to the best of my abilities, I think it worked, she still has no idea what the hell it says. I tried a new technique which I'll use in "My Murderous Heart" One of eight stories I'll be writing in my "Masterpeices".
Carrios, don't get jealous, but those will all be dedicated to your to-be-wife, Bree, since she was so encouraging when I used to talk about them. I can't wait to see you two hitched.
I digress, "My Murderous Heart" will be the only one of the eight that'sonly form will be somewhat like my take on a Dr. Seuss book. Hopefully, Este-trance will help me out on this one, and hopefully I'll follow through with it this time.
I seem to only be talking about stories again, oh well. Its what I enjoy doing, writing and reading.
Speaking of reading, I began reading Twilight a few weeks back and let me say this: Its very well written, I can see why its on The New York Times Best Seller's List, but I can't seem to relate to the main character, I'm not a sixteen year old girl. But since its something I've never read, I can see its affected my writings, in a good way. Just as listening to a new band helps a musician explore new techniques.
I want to make a romantic comedy soon, something lighter than I usually write, and with no killing. But I think I'll start that when I finish Nightmare Stare or SFG, since they're closest to being "done".
Well, everyone who doesn't read Carrios' blog should definitly check it out, I'm waiting for GHG!
Remember everyone,
Don't forget to smile.
-Sir Jestro
Dollface [Chapter One]
She slammed the door behind her, I was in a fury and didn't notice until I heard the car scream out of the driveway. I ran to the door not looking and fell. In my downward fall I reached out for the door handle but-SLAM!
My body hit the wooden floor hard, I looked up and saw my fingers holding onto the gold painted handle. The goo-like texture of my fingers pulled closer to the floor, splattering on the floor boards, like mud.
She was gone now and I knew things would never again be alright between us. Defeated I let my head fall to the floor and my body ooze through the cracks in the wood, landing on the dirt below the house.
"Pull yourself together." A rat told me, underneath the house. He was holding a large crumb of something. "This isn't the kind of place you want to end up."
I tried talking, but only made bubbles in the puddle I'd become.
"Here." He told me, handing me what he was holding. "Take these crumbs, they'll make you feel better." He placed it in the center of my puddle and hurried off. I tried to chew them, and for a long while just managed to do nothing more than make them soggy. But at long last, I chewed them fully.
I crawled out covered in dirt, got to my feet and patted myself off. I walked around the house, to the front yard, the driveway was empty-she had taken the car, our car, her car. I stopped for a moment, and watched as the skid marks on the street saw me and slithered away. I guess they didn't want me knowing where she went.
I ran after one, chasing it for a few blocks before finally getting close enough to slam my foot down onto it's tail. It screamed, writhing in agony. The screams sounded too much like the screeching of tires, it hurt my ears.
"Where's Aribella!?" I asked the skid mark as I pulled its face towards mine, it squirming the whole time.
"She-she, she went to her mother's!!" It said finally, I let it and it slithered off into the distance. I stood in the middle of the street for a while thinking.
"Her mother has always hated me," I thought to myself. "and she lives in the center of Pompey City, fuck, I can't go there." I walked onto the sidewalk to my right, and headed towards Pompey, the city of all that could have been. I pulled a cigarette out of my inner coat pocket and a lighter out of my left pant pocket. I lit it and inhaled deeply. I exhaled, and let my shoulders slump down. I was really doing this, I was really trying to get her back, I'm such a fool.
Pompey was dangerous, take the wrong corner and you'll never find your way out. Just thinking about the horrible city made my hands shake. I took another hit of the cigarette to calm them.
The sun was setting, it was that time when the street lights hummed to life. They spoke to each other cheerfully asking the other how their day had been. I listened to take my mind off of my impending doom.
"How's life?" One of them asked me, I looked up at him.
"Dull." I said.
"That's a shame," He replied. "life is too short to spend it in the dull. Life should be bright, it should make your eyes hurt!" He joked, I heard others laugh. I smiled, they were right. But seven still, I couldn't help but feel dull every time I thought of Pompey.
"That dull look is still weighing your flowers down." Another street light said to me as I neared it. "Where's the funeral?"
"Pompey." I said with a dead smile, trying to play along with their jokes. But as the words escaped my lips, all the lights gasped and flickered, they each got a little dull after hearing it.
"Why would you ever go to a place like that?" She asked me as I was directly under her.
"I've got to get Aribella back."
"Couldn't you just call her?" A different light, a few feet forward asked me.
"I'm sure I could," I called out to it. "but I didn't pay the phone bill."
"Ohhh!" The light nodded a few times. "Its the phone spiders you're avoiding?"
"Yup, yup." I agreed.
"I once knew a guy," The light began. "who's house was so filled with their web of bills, that it eventually pulled his house under ground with their weight! He's still down there with a shovel and a machete trying to get out! Can you believe it?!"
"Its a horrible thing." I said, still walking.
"Well, why not use a pay phone?" He called out to me, I was now crossing an intersection.
"That's a good idea, I think I might!" I called back waving. He flickered, their way of waving. This made me smile, and cheered me up. I held onto the feeling and put it in my jacket pocket, knowing I wasn't going to find too much of it these days.
I was making good progress, walking the streets, until my feet started to ache. I decided to stop off at a liquor store that was coming up.
As I walked in, so did Aribella. I looked at her confused. She looked so happy, looking back at me as she rushed through the aisles to the coolers along the back wall. She was getting us cold drinks. As I reached the coolers I could hear her humming. I recognized the melody but had forgotten the name. She turned to me, handed me the drink: a cold coffee, my favorite.
"Here you are love!" She smiled, her porcelain face giving me butterflies. Her black eyes, were sparkling, the way they used to, when we were together. Then she looked at me disappointed and let her face scrunch up. "Don't just stare at me!" She walked to the check out counter, I followed. The cashier looked at us, her in her doll black dress and me in my black suit.
"Where's the funeral?" He asked pointing to my face., then he laughed. "I haven't seen red poppies in ages!" Aribella looked up at me, she combed her fingers through my flowers like she was combing my hair.
"I love the poppies." She said smiling, her flawless face dazzling. "They bring out the color in his eye." I smiled back.
"I guess you're right." The cashier said. "I ain't never seen them grow outta' someone's left eye before though. What happened?"
"I don't remember." I replied honestly.
"Well, whatever." He said as he hit a few buttons on the cash register. "It'll be four flies for those." He motioned to our drinks. I opened my wallet and four butterflies fluttered out and made their way into the register. "Thanks." He said. "Have a good one." We thanked him and walked out. Aribella was the first to speak.
"Jack?" I lifted an eyebrow as I drank my coffee. "When can we buy a tree?" I shrugged. "I mean x-mas is only a few weeks away and..."
"I hate x-mas trees, and I thought we talked about not getting too committed too fast?" I asked.
"I know we did, but how can we have an x-mas without a tree!? And its only a commitment that lasts a few weeks, its no big deal!" She said as we headed towards Pompey.
"Have you ever talked to an x-mas tree? They're annoying!" I exclaimed.
"No, they are not!" She yelled back, opening her juice finally.
"Yes, they are! All they do is stand there, they're dumb as hell, and molt all over the gifts." I said. "The only thing they have going for them is they look nice."
"Its settled then, we're getting one!" She screamed, her voice squeaking.
"Wait, what?" I asked.
"We're getting one because they look nice and help to put the house in the x-mas spirit, and you know how depressed the house has been lately!" She smiled, looking at me. I couldn't help but smile back. She had the affect on me, I was such a push over when she was around. Her boisterous personality made up for my pacifistic one, we were a perfect balance.
"Jack?" She asked again.
"Yes, Dollface?" I replied.
"Can we visit my mother this x-mas?" Her eyes on the sidewalk ahead of her. "Together I mean?"
"Are you really asking me this, or are you giving me a choice?" I asked.
"Everything begins with a choice, hun. And yes, I'm asking, I said I'd work on my attitude, didn't I?" I nodded, we had agreed to work on the things that pushed the other away, and her forcing me to her mother's was a prime example.
"She's never liked me." I said, coldly.
"But I love you, that should be enough for the both of you!" She was angry now.
"She always compares me to that douche bag you were with before me, and you know I can't tell her what's on my mind!" I said tossing my empty can into the street. It bounced a few times before stopping, then it sat up and screamed out to me.
"Jerk off!" I held my head down and Aribella waved back to him, as he flipped up both off.
"Well, Adam didn't save my life like you did." She said. "He would never have jumped into that lake, and you did, and that's why I love you; you care if I'm alive or dead." I sighed.
"Alright, we can go visit your mother this year." I said. She screamed with joy and smiled. It stretched from ear to ear.
We came to a power line, its roots suck deep into the ground, and its body reaching up and up for forever. The sidewalk wrapped around it like a dress. So naturally, each of us walked around it, me on the left, Aribella on the right. I held my eyes on her and we neared it, and as we passed it, she disappeared the way they do in the old Bugs Bunny cartoons. I looked up at the power lines' face.
"Sorry," She said down to me. "that always happens when memories are close to me." I looked away and kept walking, to Pompey, alone.
-Sir Jestro
My body hit the wooden floor hard, I looked up and saw my fingers holding onto the gold painted handle. The goo-like texture of my fingers pulled closer to the floor, splattering on the floor boards, like mud.
She was gone now and I knew things would never again be alright between us. Defeated I let my head fall to the floor and my body ooze through the cracks in the wood, landing on the dirt below the house.
"Pull yourself together." A rat told me, underneath the house. He was holding a large crumb of something. "This isn't the kind of place you want to end up."
I tried talking, but only made bubbles in the puddle I'd become.
"Here." He told me, handing me what he was holding. "Take these crumbs, they'll make you feel better." He placed it in the center of my puddle and hurried off. I tried to chew them, and for a long while just managed to do nothing more than make them soggy. But at long last, I chewed them fully.
I crawled out covered in dirt, got to my feet and patted myself off. I walked around the house, to the front yard, the driveway was empty-she had taken the car, our car, her car. I stopped for a moment, and watched as the skid marks on the street saw me and slithered away. I guess they didn't want me knowing where she went.
I ran after one, chasing it for a few blocks before finally getting close enough to slam my foot down onto it's tail. It screamed, writhing in agony. The screams sounded too much like the screeching of tires, it hurt my ears.
"Where's Aribella!?" I asked the skid mark as I pulled its face towards mine, it squirming the whole time.
"She-she, she went to her mother's!!" It said finally, I let it and it slithered off into the distance. I stood in the middle of the street for a while thinking.
"Her mother has always hated me," I thought to myself. "and she lives in the center of Pompey City, fuck, I can't go there." I walked onto the sidewalk to my right, and headed towards Pompey, the city of all that could have been. I pulled a cigarette out of my inner coat pocket and a lighter out of my left pant pocket. I lit it and inhaled deeply. I exhaled, and let my shoulders slump down. I was really doing this, I was really trying to get her back, I'm such a fool.
Pompey was dangerous, take the wrong corner and you'll never find your way out. Just thinking about the horrible city made my hands shake. I took another hit of the cigarette to calm them.
The sun was setting, it was that time when the street lights hummed to life. They spoke to each other cheerfully asking the other how their day had been. I listened to take my mind off of my impending doom.
"How's life?" One of them asked me, I looked up at him.
"Dull." I said.
"That's a shame," He replied. "life is too short to spend it in the dull. Life should be bright, it should make your eyes hurt!" He joked, I heard others laugh. I smiled, they were right. But seven still, I couldn't help but feel dull every time I thought of Pompey.
"That dull look is still weighing your flowers down." Another street light said to me as I neared it. "Where's the funeral?"
"Pompey." I said with a dead smile, trying to play along with their jokes. But as the words escaped my lips, all the lights gasped and flickered, they each got a little dull after hearing it.
"Why would you ever go to a place like that?" She asked me as I was directly under her.
"I've got to get Aribella back."
"Couldn't you just call her?" A different light, a few feet forward asked me.
"I'm sure I could," I called out to it. "but I didn't pay the phone bill."
"Ohhh!" The light nodded a few times. "Its the phone spiders you're avoiding?"
"Yup, yup." I agreed.
"I once knew a guy," The light began. "who's house was so filled with their web of bills, that it eventually pulled his house under ground with their weight! He's still down there with a shovel and a machete trying to get out! Can you believe it?!"
"Its a horrible thing." I said, still walking.
"Well, why not use a pay phone?" He called out to me, I was now crossing an intersection.
"That's a good idea, I think I might!" I called back waving. He flickered, their way of waving. This made me smile, and cheered me up. I held onto the feeling and put it in my jacket pocket, knowing I wasn't going to find too much of it these days.
I was making good progress, walking the streets, until my feet started to ache. I decided to stop off at a liquor store that was coming up.
As I walked in, so did Aribella. I looked at her confused. She looked so happy, looking back at me as she rushed through the aisles to the coolers along the back wall. She was getting us cold drinks. As I reached the coolers I could hear her humming. I recognized the melody but had forgotten the name. She turned to me, handed me the drink: a cold coffee, my favorite.
"Here you are love!" She smiled, her porcelain face giving me butterflies. Her black eyes, were sparkling, the way they used to, when we were together. Then she looked at me disappointed and let her face scrunch up. "Don't just stare at me!" She walked to the check out counter, I followed. The cashier looked at us, her in her doll black dress and me in my black suit.
"Where's the funeral?" He asked pointing to my face., then he laughed. "I haven't seen red poppies in ages!" Aribella looked up at me, she combed her fingers through my flowers like she was combing my hair.
"I love the poppies." She said smiling, her flawless face dazzling. "They bring out the color in his eye." I smiled back.
"I guess you're right." The cashier said. "I ain't never seen them grow outta' someone's left eye before though. What happened?"
"I don't remember." I replied honestly.
"Well, whatever." He said as he hit a few buttons on the cash register. "It'll be four flies for those." He motioned to our drinks. I opened my wallet and four butterflies fluttered out and made their way into the register. "Thanks." He said. "Have a good one." We thanked him and walked out. Aribella was the first to speak.
"Jack?" I lifted an eyebrow as I drank my coffee. "When can we buy a tree?" I shrugged. "I mean x-mas is only a few weeks away and..."
"I hate x-mas trees, and I thought we talked about not getting too committed too fast?" I asked.
"I know we did, but how can we have an x-mas without a tree!? And its only a commitment that lasts a few weeks, its no big deal!" She said as we headed towards Pompey.
"Have you ever talked to an x-mas tree? They're annoying!" I exclaimed.
"No, they are not!" She yelled back, opening her juice finally.
"Yes, they are! All they do is stand there, they're dumb as hell, and molt all over the gifts." I said. "The only thing they have going for them is they look nice."
"Its settled then, we're getting one!" She screamed, her voice squeaking.
"Wait, what?" I asked.
"We're getting one because they look nice and help to put the house in the x-mas spirit, and you know how depressed the house has been lately!" She smiled, looking at me. I couldn't help but smile back. She had the affect on me, I was such a push over when she was around. Her boisterous personality made up for my pacifistic one, we were a perfect balance.
"Jack?" She asked again.
"Yes, Dollface?" I replied.
"Can we visit my mother this x-mas?" Her eyes on the sidewalk ahead of her. "Together I mean?"
"Are you really asking me this, or are you giving me a choice?" I asked.
"Everything begins with a choice, hun. And yes, I'm asking, I said I'd work on my attitude, didn't I?" I nodded, we had agreed to work on the things that pushed the other away, and her forcing me to her mother's was a prime example.
"She's never liked me." I said, coldly.
"But I love you, that should be enough for the both of you!" She was angry now.
"She always compares me to that douche bag you were with before me, and you know I can't tell her what's on my mind!" I said tossing my empty can into the street. It bounced a few times before stopping, then it sat up and screamed out to me.
"Jerk off!" I held my head down and Aribella waved back to him, as he flipped up both off.
"Well, Adam didn't save my life like you did." She said. "He would never have jumped into that lake, and you did, and that's why I love you; you care if I'm alive or dead." I sighed.
"Alright, we can go visit your mother this year." I said. She screamed with joy and smiled. It stretched from ear to ear.
We came to a power line, its roots suck deep into the ground, and its body reaching up and up for forever. The sidewalk wrapped around it like a dress. So naturally, each of us walked around it, me on the left, Aribella on the right. I held my eyes on her and we neared it, and as we passed it, she disappeared the way they do in the old Bugs Bunny cartoons. I looked up at the power lines' face.
"Sorry," She said down to me. "that always happens when memories are close to me." I looked away and kept walking, to Pompey, alone.
-Sir Jestro
Star Force Gemini Chapter Eight [part four]
The city flew by in a blur next to [Jestro]'s face. Ω drove fast, too fast to ever be bothered by police [pronounced Poe Lease, hehe! ^_^]. As they torn through the sound barrier [Jestro] could tell Ω was shaking. He looked at him.
"Its go go, not cry cry."
"Fuckin' got it!" Ω screamed and smiled. Then he threw his arms in the air and screamed. "Vifta Med Hëderna!"
Before [Jestro] could finish reloading his glock 18 they were at the community college. Ω drifted into a parking spot, like a pro. The two of them got out and walked to the performing arts building. Ω lit a cig and [Jestro] spun his pistols on his fingers then slammed them into the holster on his back. They were two badass mother fuckers and everyone knew it.
Everyone moved out of their way.
Everyone watched intently.
Everyone wanted to es their dees.
"So who the fuck are we looking for?" Ω asked as they entered the performing arts building.
"Testicleeze." [Jestro] replied, his eyes turned orange.
"Whoa, never seen that color before."
"Its tracking mode." [Jestro] said.
"Like Predator?" Ω asked excited.
"Yeah, like the heat signature scan he does, only without that weird whooshing sound."
"Dude, [Jestro] you're such a badass!"
"I know." [Jestro] said. As they walked down the hallway towards the music department, an old lady, short fat and all around disgusting pointing to Ω with her shriveled little finger.
"You! Put that cigarette out! This is a public place! I'm going to call campus security and have you removed immediatly!!" Her voice hurt Ω's ears. He stopped in front of her, with his head tilted on its side. [Jestro] paused and looked back.
"Okay." Ω said. "But you should split before they get here, it might get messy." Then there was a white flash and Ω kept walking. The woman stood standing, speechless. As they turned the corner she split in two.
"Dude, I didn't even see you pull out your beam katana." [Jestro] said impressed as they walked.
"I never pull out." Ω said. Then [Jestro] chuckled. That was when they got to the music hall, and just as [Jestro] put his hand on the door handle 김재민 ran up to them, out of breath.
"Hey-guys!" He was panting and pacing back and forth, continuelly putting his hands on his hand then taking them off. "I was...just...uh...on the truck...strawberry jam...in my head...such an idiot...retard strength...and then my arms were moving like this...and then my feet like that...and I was on a train...there was a map...!!!"
"You done?" Ω asked.
"Yeah." 김재민 replied, still out of breath. [Jestro] opened the door, and in front of them stood twelve people, each holding a classical guitar on their left knee. All but one looked up to see who had entered. The one still holding his eyes on his sheet music spoke.
"Please put that cigarette out, or I'll put it out for you." It was Testicleeze. Ω pulled the cig out of his mouth and flicked the ash onto the nice carpet floor, then he put it back in his mouth. "I asked nicely." Testicleeze said, then he looked up and strummed his guitar. An invisible force flew from the sound hole and hit the cig, sending it flying into a trash recepticle near the door.
"Fuck head!" Ω screamed putting his hand on his beam katana, he drew it and a giant letter A appeared over his head. Then his thumb hit it and the white/blue beam extending lighting up the room. 김재민 cracked his neck and put his fists up, he was ready to roll. Finally, [Jestro] pulled a single glock 18 from his holster, spinning it, then he grasped it firmly.
Testicleeze stood to his feet and took a few steps towards our heroes. He hit another chord, sending more sound waves in their direction. the eleven other guitarists followed suit and soon the room was filled with sound waves.
Our heroes jumped behind a set of seats for cover.
"What the fuck do we do?!" Ω called out.
"We avoid getting hit!" 김재민 called back. "Fuckin' idoit!"
"Thanks!" He called back. "But what song is this?"
"Its cannon in D!" 김재민 called out. This clicked in their heads at once: they knew the song, so they knew when the rests were, that would be their time to move.
"You two go, I'll give you cover!" [Jestro] called out. So during all the rests he would peek up and take out a few guitarists.
By the time 김재민 and Ω reached the stage there were only seven left. A guitarist threw a sound wave at Ω, who sliced it in half with his beam katana, it made the chord vibrato and hit the walls behind him. 김재민 used his speed to evade the sound waves and flake a few guitarist. But Testicleeze saw this and focused in on our beautiful 김재민. He began the lead, which was too much for good old 김재민 to dodge. He was eventually hit by a note, and it was all over after that. He was knocked to the floor, bleeding.
Ω gasped! He sliced a few more guitarists and ran to 김재민 's aid.
"Ω? Is that you?"
"Yeah, its me, brother." He said holding 김재민 in his arms.
"Its hot...right here." 김재민 looked down and the massive hole in his stomach, blood pouring endlessly. Ω chocked back his tears.
"I'm not going to let it end this way!" He turned to face Testicleeze, who had him locked into his gaze. "BASTARD!!!" Ω ran with his blade drawn, slicing through the last of the minions. But just as he got to Testicleeze, his beam katana was thrown from his hand.
He stopped slowly, the music faded with him. He stood in front of Testicleeze.
"It was just a matter of time, I suppose." He reached into his jacket pocket and lit another cig. He inhaled deeply as Testicleeze sent him flying to another side of the room.
"Its just you and me, [Jestro]!" Testicleeze screamed out to the music hall, to a [Jestro] still hidden.
"No!" [Jestro] screamed jumping to his feet, spritting at full speed. "Its just me, testicleeze!" [Jestro]'s bullets flew endlessly at Testicleeze, and his soundwaves flew back, the whole thing a beautiful dance on colors and sounds. Ω got to his feet and watched as [Jestro] jumped around, flipping off of walls and such. He thought to himself, "This is so much better than any Spiderman or Starwars movie."
Unlike Testicleeze, [Jestro] only had a limited amount of ammunition, and soon he was all out. Testicleeze chuckled loudly when he saw [Jestro] was empty.
"You didn't come prepaired, I see." He laughed some more. "That's what's wrong with people these days, they never spend the time to stop and smell the roses." He was pacing. "All they want is BANG BANG BANG! Which is sad, and what's worse, is techno has become the norm, and that just appalls me!" He looked at [Jestro] who responded.
"Are you done yet?" Then he ran towards Testicleeze.
A flash of white light filled the music hall and the two of them stood still for a few moments. [Jestro] stood with Ω's beam katana in his hands, his arms outstretched. Testicleeze turned around and looked at [Jestro].
"Was it the techno part that got you?" He asked and split in two, just like his guitar.
"You might be missing some of the benefits that stereo can provided." [Jestro] said.
-Sir Jestro
"Its go go, not cry cry."
"Fuckin' got it!" Ω screamed and smiled. Then he threw his arms in the air and screamed. "Vifta Med Hëderna!"
Before [Jestro] could finish reloading his glock 18 they were at the community college. Ω drifted into a parking spot, like a pro. The two of them got out and walked to the performing arts building. Ω lit a cig and [Jestro] spun his pistols on his fingers then slammed them into the holster on his back. They were two badass mother fuckers and everyone knew it.
Everyone moved out of their way.
Everyone watched intently.
Everyone wanted to es their dees.
"So who the fuck are we looking for?" Ω asked as they entered the performing arts building.
"Testicleeze." [Jestro] replied, his eyes turned orange.
"Whoa, never seen that color before."
"Its tracking mode." [Jestro] said.
"Like Predator?" Ω asked excited.
"Yeah, like the heat signature scan he does, only without that weird whooshing sound."
"Dude, [Jestro] you're such a badass!"
"I know." [Jestro] said. As they walked down the hallway towards the music department, an old lady, short fat and all around disgusting pointing to Ω with her shriveled little finger.
"You! Put that cigarette out! This is a public place! I'm going to call campus security and have you removed immediatly!!" Her voice hurt Ω's ears. He stopped in front of her, with his head tilted on its side. [Jestro] paused and looked back.
"Okay." Ω said. "But you should split before they get here, it might get messy." Then there was a white flash and Ω kept walking. The woman stood standing, speechless. As they turned the corner she split in two.
"Dude, I didn't even see you pull out your beam katana." [Jestro] said impressed as they walked.
"I never pull out." Ω said. Then [Jestro] chuckled. That was when they got to the music hall, and just as [Jestro] put his hand on the door handle 김재민 ran up to them, out of breath.
"Hey-guys!" He was panting and pacing back and forth, continuelly putting his hands on his hand then taking them off. "I was...just...uh...on the truck...strawberry jam...in my head...such an idiot...retard strength...and then my arms were moving like this...and then my feet like that...and I was on a train...there was a map...!!!"
"You done?" Ω asked.
"Yeah." 김재민 replied, still out of breath. [Jestro] opened the door, and in front of them stood twelve people, each holding a classical guitar on their left knee. All but one looked up to see who had entered. The one still holding his eyes on his sheet music spoke.
"Please put that cigarette out, or I'll put it out for you." It was Testicleeze. Ω pulled the cig out of his mouth and flicked the ash onto the nice carpet floor, then he put it back in his mouth. "I asked nicely." Testicleeze said, then he looked up and strummed his guitar. An invisible force flew from the sound hole and hit the cig, sending it flying into a trash recepticle near the door.
"Fuck head!" Ω screamed putting his hand on his beam katana, he drew it and a giant letter A appeared over his head. Then his thumb hit it and the white/blue beam extending lighting up the room. 김재민 cracked his neck and put his fists up, he was ready to roll. Finally, [Jestro] pulled a single glock 18 from his holster, spinning it, then he grasped it firmly.
Testicleeze stood to his feet and took a few steps towards our heroes. He hit another chord, sending more sound waves in their direction. the eleven other guitarists followed suit and soon the room was filled with sound waves.
Our heroes jumped behind a set of seats for cover.
"What the fuck do we do?!" Ω called out.
"We avoid getting hit!" 김재민 called back. "Fuckin' idoit!"
"Thanks!" He called back. "But what song is this?"
"Its cannon in D!" 김재민 called out. This clicked in their heads at once: they knew the song, so they knew when the rests were, that would be their time to move.
"You two go, I'll give you cover!" [Jestro] called out. So during all the rests he would peek up and take out a few guitarists.
By the time 김재민 and Ω reached the stage there were only seven left. A guitarist threw a sound wave at Ω, who sliced it in half with his beam katana, it made the chord vibrato and hit the walls behind him. 김재민 used his speed to evade the sound waves and flake a few guitarist. But Testicleeze saw this and focused in on our beautiful 김재민. He began the lead, which was too much for good old 김재민 to dodge. He was eventually hit by a note, and it was all over after that. He was knocked to the floor, bleeding.
Ω gasped! He sliced a few more guitarists and ran to 김재민 's aid.
"Ω? Is that you?"
"Yeah, its me, brother." He said holding 김재민 in his arms.
"Its hot...right here." 김재민 looked down and the massive hole in his stomach, blood pouring endlessly. Ω chocked back his tears.
"I'm not going to let it end this way!" He turned to face Testicleeze, who had him locked into his gaze. "BASTARD!!!" Ω ran with his blade drawn, slicing through the last of the minions. But just as he got to Testicleeze, his beam katana was thrown from his hand.
He stopped slowly, the music faded with him. He stood in front of Testicleeze.
"It was just a matter of time, I suppose." He reached into his jacket pocket and lit another cig. He inhaled deeply as Testicleeze sent him flying to another side of the room.
"Its just you and me, [Jestro]!" Testicleeze screamed out to the music hall, to a [Jestro] still hidden.
"No!" [Jestro] screamed jumping to his feet, spritting at full speed. "Its just me, testicleeze!" [Jestro]'s bullets flew endlessly at Testicleeze, and his soundwaves flew back, the whole thing a beautiful dance on colors and sounds. Ω got to his feet and watched as [Jestro] jumped around, flipping off of walls and such. He thought to himself, "This is so much better than any Spiderman or Starwars movie."
Unlike Testicleeze, [Jestro] only had a limited amount of ammunition, and soon he was all out. Testicleeze chuckled loudly when he saw [Jestro] was empty.
"You didn't come prepaired, I see." He laughed some more. "That's what's wrong with people these days, they never spend the time to stop and smell the roses." He was pacing. "All they want is BANG BANG BANG! Which is sad, and what's worse, is techno has become the norm, and that just appalls me!" He looked at [Jestro] who responded.
"Are you done yet?" Then he ran towards Testicleeze.
A flash of white light filled the music hall and the two of them stood still for a few moments. [Jestro] stood with Ω's beam katana in his hands, his arms outstretched. Testicleeze turned around and looked at [Jestro].
"Was it the techno part that got you?" He asked and split in two, just like his guitar.
"You might be missing some of the benefits that stereo can provided." [Jestro] said.
-Sir Jestro
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Nightmare Stare [Chapter Ten]
I open my eyes.
I see my sheets.
I see the edge of my bed.
I see my wall.
I roll onto my back and see my ceiling.
I see the cobwebs in the corners swaying softly.
This is my room, my reality again.
I roll out of bed, still not completely sure if I'm home.
I check the master bathroom, its mine.
I pass the door to The Forest of Lost Souls, its just as decrepit as always.
I check my daughter's old room, still flooded with body parts.
I pass the bathroom, it still smells of formaldehyde.
I open the garage door, and see the angel, still just a head.
"Hey, Victor! Where've you been?" She asks as I walk up to her.
"In the forest." I say, acting as non-sealant as I can.
"Oh," She says. "so what's the plan for today?"
"I think we're going to give you a torso today." I say knodding my head a few times.
"Very cool." She says with a chuckle. "But before you do, would I be able to get something to eat? I'm kind of hungry."
"You have no stomach." I say coldly. She frowns.
"Then why do I feel hungry?" She asks.
"How am I supposed to know that?" I ask more as a statement.
"Well, you're building me and," She pauses, preparing for my reaction. "you're God."
"I'm not God." I say. "I'm just a guy."
"No, last time we talked you said you were God." She says, I grumble to myself. "I'm sure if you wanted that rat over there to turn into a cockroach, you could do it."
"I highly doubt I could..." I say, I walk over to the rat. "I doubt I could just wave my hand and it would turn-" As I waved my hand the rat turned into a cockroach. I look down, defeated, walking back to her.
"What's wrong?" She asks as I bend down and start sizing up the neck and shoulders.
"I just wish I knew what to do." I say.
"What do you want to do? I mean, you're God! You control everything." She says, then she pauses. "Ummm, Victor?"
"Yes?" I reply.
"Can I have a name?"
"Like what?" I ask not looking up.
"Something beautiful." She states, I can hear the plea in her voice. I sigh and lean back, sitting down. I sit there for a while, just thinking. I think about my ex-wife and daughter; Tiffany and Molly. I shake my head.
"I can't think of any." I lie.
"I don't believe you, just say them, I'll stop you when I find one I like." She smiles, I can't help but smile back.
"Okay, hmmmm." I say. "Molly?"
"Nah."
"Megan?"
"No, thanks."
"Elizabeth?"
"That's a horrible name."
"Arabella?"
"That's okay." She smiles, but I can't tell I still haven't found it.
"Abbigale?"
"Meh, its okay."
"Anabel?"
"That's pretty, but no."
"Ummmm, Audrey?"
"That's beautiful!" She screams, and smiles. "Hello, Victor. Its very nice to meet you, my name is Audrey."
"Hi, Audrey. How are you today?" I can't help but smile.
"Great! Now, let's finish this body of mine!"
"Okie, doke!" I say and move back to the torso.
"One more thing, Victor..." Audrey says.
"Hmmm?" I say, not looking up.
"Can I ummm, have big breasts?" She says, somewhat ashamed. "I just, uh, like the way they look." I chuckle to myself.
"Yes, Audrey. I can give you big breasts." I roll my eyes then stand up.
"Where are you going?" She asks.
"Going out." I say. "I have to find a new torso for you." I start to walk away, then turn back. I pause. gathering my thoughts. She looks at me with a slight smile. I want to warn her about the trees, and the spider heads, but I choke on my words. I turn back to the door. "Keep the light on for me, darling." I leave the garage.
Now, to find some D cups.
-Sir Jestro
I see my sheets.
I see the edge of my bed.
I see my wall.
I roll onto my back and see my ceiling.
I see the cobwebs in the corners swaying softly.
This is my room, my reality again.
I roll out of bed, still not completely sure if I'm home.
I check the master bathroom, its mine.
I pass the door to The Forest of Lost Souls, its just as decrepit as always.
I check my daughter's old room, still flooded with body parts.
I pass the bathroom, it still smells of formaldehyde.
I open the garage door, and see the angel, still just a head.
"Hey, Victor! Where've you been?" She asks as I walk up to her.
"In the forest." I say, acting as non-sealant as I can.
"Oh," She says. "so what's the plan for today?"
"I think we're going to give you a torso today." I say knodding my head a few times.
"Very cool." She says with a chuckle. "But before you do, would I be able to get something to eat? I'm kind of hungry."
"You have no stomach." I say coldly. She frowns.
"Then why do I feel hungry?" She asks.
"How am I supposed to know that?" I ask more as a statement.
"Well, you're building me and," She pauses, preparing for my reaction. "you're God."
"I'm not God." I say. "I'm just a guy."
"No, last time we talked you said you were God." She says, I grumble to myself. "I'm sure if you wanted that rat over there to turn into a cockroach, you could do it."
"I highly doubt I could..." I say, I walk over to the rat. "I doubt I could just wave my hand and it would turn-" As I waved my hand the rat turned into a cockroach. I look down, defeated, walking back to her.
"What's wrong?" She asks as I bend down and start sizing up the neck and shoulders.
"I just wish I knew what to do." I say.
"What do you want to do? I mean, you're God! You control everything." She says, then she pauses. "Ummm, Victor?"
"Yes?" I reply.
"Can I have a name?"
"Like what?" I ask not looking up.
"Something beautiful." She states, I can hear the plea in her voice. I sigh and lean back, sitting down. I sit there for a while, just thinking. I think about my ex-wife and daughter; Tiffany and Molly. I shake my head.
"I can't think of any." I lie.
"I don't believe you, just say them, I'll stop you when I find one I like." She smiles, I can't help but smile back.
"Okay, hmmmm." I say. "Molly?"
"Nah."
"Megan?"
"No, thanks."
"Elizabeth?"
"That's a horrible name."
"Arabella?"
"That's okay." She smiles, but I can't tell I still haven't found it.
"Abbigale?"
"Meh, its okay."
"Anabel?"
"That's pretty, but no."
"Ummmm, Audrey?"
"That's beautiful!" She screams, and smiles. "Hello, Victor. Its very nice to meet you, my name is Audrey."
"Hi, Audrey. How are you today?" I can't help but smile.
"Great! Now, let's finish this body of mine!"
"Okie, doke!" I say and move back to the torso.
"One more thing, Victor..." Audrey says.
"Hmmm?" I say, not looking up.
"Can I ummm, have big breasts?" She says, somewhat ashamed. "I just, uh, like the way they look." I chuckle to myself.
"Yes, Audrey. I can give you big breasts." I roll my eyes then stand up.
"Where are you going?" She asks.
"Going out." I say. "I have to find a new torso for you." I start to walk away, then turn back. I pause. gathering my thoughts. She looks at me with a slight smile. I want to warn her about the trees, and the spider heads, but I choke on my words. I turn back to the door. "Keep the light on for me, darling." I leave the garage.
Now, to find some D cups.
-Sir Jestro
Monday, April 20, 2009
Star Force Gemini Chapter Eight [part three]
"Ugh...I've got a headache." [Jestro] said.
"Maybe its a tumor!?" 김재민 suggested.
"Its not a tumor!!!!" [Jestro] screamed as the two of them walked through the halls of Pompey high.
"I really hate the rain." 김재민 said as he looked up at the black clouds hanging overhead. "Its so depressing."
"I've never had any problem with the rain." [Jestro] said. "But YO!!!!! I'm fuckin' pissed!!!"
"Because of the new guy?" 김재민 asked.
"You're damn right!!!"
"I'm always right." Ω said as he merged into the group.
"Fuck you, fatass! I'm talking about the new guy...He's in The Guild and I think I'm going to kill his ass!" [Jestro] said.
"Okay, can I help?" 김재민 asked with a smile.
"Me too?" Ω asked as well.
"Sure! So how're we doing this?"
The two of them were silent.
"Ummm, we thought you had an idea." 김재민 admitted pathetically.
"Yeah, I heard that guy gets down with sonic waves and stuff like that." Ω said.
"You mean like that guy from Trigun?" 김재민 asked.
"Word!" [Jestro] said. He stopped suddenly, 김재민 and Ω both ran into him.
"What the fuck, wiener nose!?" Ω screamed. [Jestro] balled his fist and smashed it into the fire alarm he was standing next to. The walls started screaming and everyone lost self control. Mass chaos, people running in all directions.
"What did you do that for?" 김재민 asked as [Jestro] changed into his suit. "Oh." Then he smiled.
"Let's fuck bitches up!!!" Ω yelled, he grabbed a guy and knocked him out , then he grabbed a girl and kissed her passionately. [Jestro] pulled out a pistol and was out for blood.
"Where're we headed?" Ω asked as the three of them walked through the halls.
"Let's go get some pizza!!!!" 김재민 screamed!
"What are we Ninja Turtles now, fuck head?" Ω asked. [Jestro] stopped and so did the other two.
"Siffy Steve, where's Testicleeze?" He asked.
"Ummm...well, he's at the community college taking a guitar class." Siffy Steve said.
"Kay Thanks Bye!" [Jestro] said, but his gun to Siffy Steve's head.
"Finish him!" 김재민 said in a deep, badass tone.
BANG!!!!
Siffy Steve's body flew to the ground, dead.
"Well, that was pretty anti-climactic, and pretty weak, but kind of badass with the Mortal Combat line in there." Ω interjected. Neither of the others paid him any attention. That was when Trace Face™ ran into the scene.
"OMG!!!! Shayne!!! No, my love, my heart, my life I can't believe it! You're not dead, I'll never let go, Shayne, never!!!!" She got to her feet to face [Jestro] and verbally abuse him. "You stupid fu...!!"
BANG!!!!
Trace Face™'s body flew to the ground, dead.
"Well, that was also pretty anti-climactic, but I'm glad that bitch is dead, she was annoying as fuck. LOLZ!!! Let's go get pizza!!!" Ω screamed with joy.
"After we go to the classical guitar ensemble, I'm out for blood." [Jestro] said as he walked off campus to Ω's car. The three of them were standing around the RX-7 when Ω spoke.
"Only two seats. Eeny meeny miny moe, catch a dickhead by his toe, he screams then let him go, call him a lil' shit....and....you're not riding in my car!!!" His finger was pointed at 김재민 .
"That's fine, I'll just catch a ride on a semi, like I always do." He said happily. Then he ran off. Ω and [Jestro] sped off into downtown, towards the community college. [Jestro] was thinking to himself, about when the time came that the three of them would have to turn on each other. He thought of the three of them as enemies, the thought troubled him, he wanted to punch a baby.
"Hey, Ω."
"What, robot?" He responded.
"Promise me we'll still be friends after this."
"I promise I will never, ever be your friend." Ω said as they hit 90 mph.
-Sir Jestro
"Maybe its a tumor!?" 김재민 suggested.
"Its not a tumor!!!!" [Jestro] screamed as the two of them walked through the halls of Pompey high.
"I really hate the rain." 김재민 said as he looked up at the black clouds hanging overhead. "Its so depressing."
"I've never had any problem with the rain." [Jestro] said. "But YO!!!!! I'm fuckin' pissed!!!"
"Because of the new guy?" 김재민 asked.
"You're damn right!!!"
"I'm always right." Ω said as he merged into the group.
"Fuck you, fatass! I'm talking about the new guy...He's in The Guild and I think I'm going to kill his ass!" [Jestro] said.
"Okay, can I help?" 김재민 asked with a smile.
"Me too?" Ω asked as well.
"Sure! So how're we doing this?"
The two of them were silent.
"Ummm, we thought you had an idea." 김재민 admitted pathetically.
"Yeah, I heard that guy gets down with sonic waves and stuff like that." Ω said.
"You mean like that guy from Trigun?" 김재민 asked.
"Word!" [Jestro] said. He stopped suddenly, 김재민 and Ω both ran into him.
"What the fuck, wiener nose!?" Ω screamed. [Jestro] balled his fist and smashed it into the fire alarm he was standing next to. The walls started screaming and everyone lost self control. Mass chaos, people running in all directions.
"What did you do that for?" 김재민 asked as [Jestro] changed into his suit. "Oh." Then he smiled.
"Let's fuck bitches up!!!" Ω yelled, he grabbed a guy and knocked him out , then he grabbed a girl and kissed her passionately. [Jestro] pulled out a pistol and was out for blood.
"Where're we headed?" Ω asked as the three of them walked through the halls.
"Let's go get some pizza!!!!" 김재민 screamed!
"What are we Ninja Turtles now, fuck head?" Ω asked. [Jestro] stopped and so did the other two.
"Siffy Steve, where's Testicleeze?" He asked.
"Ummm...well, he's at the community college taking a guitar class." Siffy Steve said.
"Kay Thanks Bye!" [Jestro] said, but his gun to Siffy Steve's head.
"Finish him!" 김재민 said in a deep, badass tone.
BANG!!!!
Siffy Steve's body flew to the ground, dead.
"Well, that was pretty anti-climactic, and pretty weak, but kind of badass with the Mortal Combat line in there." Ω interjected. Neither of the others paid him any attention. That was when Trace Face™ ran into the scene.
"OMG!!!! Shayne!!! No, my love, my heart, my life I can't believe it! You're not dead, I'll never let go, Shayne, never!!!!" She got to her feet to face [Jestro] and verbally abuse him. "You stupid fu...!!"
BANG!!!!
Trace Face™'s body flew to the ground, dead.
"Well, that was also pretty anti-climactic, but I'm glad that bitch is dead, she was annoying as fuck. LOLZ!!! Let's go get pizza!!!" Ω screamed with joy.
"After we go to the classical guitar ensemble, I'm out for blood." [Jestro] said as he walked off campus to Ω's car. The three of them were standing around the RX-7 when Ω spoke.
"Only two seats. Eeny meeny miny moe, catch a dickhead by his toe, he screams then let him go, call him a lil' shit....and....you're not riding in my car!!!" His finger was pointed at 김재민 .
"That's fine, I'll just catch a ride on a semi, like I always do." He said happily. Then he ran off. Ω and [Jestro] sped off into downtown, towards the community college. [Jestro] was thinking to himself, about when the time came that the three of them would have to turn on each other. He thought of the three of them as enemies, the thought troubled him, he wanted to punch a baby.
"Hey, Ω."
"What, robot?" He responded.
"Promise me we'll still be friends after this."
"I promise I will never, ever be your friend." Ω said as they hit 90 mph.
-Sir Jestro
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Tension
Don't think...
They don't give you paper to use your brain,
Don't eat...
They don't love you if you aren't perfect,
Don't feel...
They won't care when need them to.
A thousand thoughts crash down like rain,
And in their cries all that's heard is pain,
They scream with the pain of dying,
And they're done with perfect timing.
Don't forget to smile...
You don't want them to worry,
Don't forget to listen...
Their greedy mouths won't stop,
Don't forget to speak up...
But only when spoken to.
Throw your heart out on the floor,
And watch them ignore it.
Watch as the tension gets too thick to move in,
Cut it with a knife,
And breathe...breathe...
Breathe....
Breathe...
Don't do anything stupid.
-Sir Jestro
They don't give you paper to use your brain,
Don't eat...
They don't love you if you aren't perfect,
Don't feel...
They won't care when need them to.
A thousand thoughts crash down like rain,
And in their cries all that's heard is pain,
They scream with the pain of dying,
And they're done with perfect timing.
Don't forget to smile...
You don't want them to worry,
Don't forget to listen...
Their greedy mouths won't stop,
Don't forget to speak up...
But only when spoken to.
Throw your heart out on the floor,
And watch them ignore it.
Watch as the tension gets too thick to move in,
Cut it with a knife,
And breathe...breathe...
Breathe....
Breathe...
Don't do anything stupid.
-Sir Jestro
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