Although there are no comments for the last entery...it's time to continue.
And then I awake....
Head throbing as if awaking from a drunken' slumber. Disoriented and confused, what happened....where am I?
Not intoxicated but seemingly so...amnesia, no I know who I am. The man with no history, no true life, living in a world all his own trying to figure it all out but failing. My insanity keeps me distant from people, keeps me alone. But to be alone means they will be safe, safe from those who wish to use their pain to hurt me, to controll me. NO! That can't happen not to me, not to them, that's why I must remain alone, must....
Hey numb-nuts! Get up already we have things to do today.
The loud bellowing woman's voice calls into the room, the sound bouncing off the walls like a drugie on too much speed. Echoing in his skull making it incapable to keep his train of thought from de-railing.
With the mellodramatics interupted and ruined beond reconstruction he decides to get up..... His bed, a mattres without a comforter, but with a matty old blanket and a beat up old pillow. His room, a closet in a hallway with nothing to light his way but a dim bulb. With the opening of a door he is greeted by his "friends"...well people whom he knows.
Hey shit-head what took you so long to wake up, we were supposed to go out and scout before 8:00 A.M..... it's 9:30 already, what's wrong?
Searching for the words to say, a responce to the question, but he can not find thease words he seeks...instead he just shruggs his shoulders and makes his way to the pantry for some kind of nourishment, for his stomach feels like the vast empty grand cannyon. With the sound ond rumble of an erupting volcano pushing him ever forward in search of food, he scoures the pantry for something to eat.
Nothing but cerial being the moste accessable food-stuff, he sits and wishes for the taste of bacon, eggs and toast...but I gues this'll do for now. That is untill he has time to make something better. While sitting there eating his cold wet breakfast he thinks to himself about how alone in this world he truely is...shure he has " friends" arround him almoste all the time but he could never achieve the type of union as he would in a true excluive relationship with another person....perfferably a relationship with a member of the opposite sex.
Well there's some more fo ya' till nex time
And then I awake....
Head throbing as if awaking from a drunken' slumber. Disoriented and confused, what happened....where am I?
Not intoxicated but seemingly so...amnesia, no I know who I am. The man with no history, no true life, living in a world all his own trying to figure it all out but failing. My insanity keeps me distant from people, keeps me alone. But to be alone means they will be safe, safe from those who wish to use their pain to hurt me, to controll me. NO! That can't happen not to me, not to them, that's why I must remain alone, must....
Hey numb-nuts! Get up already we have things to do today.
The loud bellowing woman's voice calls into the room, the sound bouncing off the walls like a drugie on too much speed. Echoing in his skull making it incapable to keep his train of thought from de-railing.
With the mellodramatics interupted and ruined beond reconstruction he decides to get up..... His bed, a mattres without a comforter, but with a matty old blanket and a beat up old pillow. His room, a closet in a hallway with nothing to light his way but a dim bulb. With the opening of a door he is greeted by his "friends"...well people whom he knows.
Hey shit-head what took you so long to wake up, we were supposed to go out and scout before 8:00 A.M..... it's 9:30 already, what's wrong?
Searching for the words to say, a responce to the question, but he can not find thease words he seeks...instead he just shruggs his shoulders and makes his way to the pantry for some kind of nourishment, for his stomach feels like the vast empty grand cannyon. With the sound ond rumble of an erupting volcano pushing him ever forward in search of food, he scoures the pantry for something to eat.
Nothing but cerial being the moste accessable food-stuff, he sits and wishes for the taste of bacon, eggs and toast...but I gues this'll do for now. That is untill he has time to make something better. While sitting there eating his cold wet breakfast he thinks to himself about how alone in this world he truely is...shure he has " friends" arround him almoste all the time but he could never achieve the type of union as he would in a true excluive relationship with another person....perfferably a relationship with a member of the opposite sex.
Well there's some more fo ya' till nex time