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manchurian candies premonitions, Chapter 4 |
| Written by kaorujin | |
| Friday, 06 June 2008 | |
Once when I was a kid. I got stuck at the Sydney aquarium. It was antagonizing. I spent hours staring in the darkness, waiting the screen with the same intensity as the fish was giving me. There was a certain symphony going on in the background, it was the kind of music with no beginning or end. The room had no sense of time, nor did it give an inch on what was going on in the outside world. It slowly stripped away my sanity, the melancholy symphony still echoing after spending hours lost, and finally being found. I don't remember much after that, the fear of not knowing anything happening beyond the walls, the isolation of desperately watching strangers come and disappear, and the classical music that stretched on into eternity. All that was left was stolen goods in my left pocket (from the gift shop) and a (suspicious) cluster of torn hair in my fists. And it all came down to this, the symphony playing I'm my room at approximately 7pm on the radio, spilled contents from a bag on the coffee table, and the deadening Silence. I held the drug between my fore finger and thumb, somehow trying to decipher its contents with my eye. The silver package had six pills left out of nine. Were these birth control pills?! My god, she was pregnant?! No wait. E=mc2 MC Mc mc... she was taking drugs?! These were Manchurian candies, the rumors speculating about a drug for mostly females. It was told that they had the strength of birth control pill, which was probably untrue, I guess. This wasn't right, my love of my life is taking drugs, however this should not be rushed. She might not be taking MC at all, could be... hormonal pills, thrush pills, cold medicine or something. I should take it. I swallowed, and placed the cup down. And sat, minutes ticked by, I felt my face melt to the ground, bubbles formed from my furniture popping chunks out of my things. The door melts open, and in comes Melanthe nude, this makes me giggle, because there was no way she would do this, my point of reality has convergeds into tha superlative or the natural classical music. Small chested position . Berating the existentialy her creamy thighs bedridden haywire......... White. Hands on my sticks. Legs a swept against this chests She clicks her fingers, and everything snaps back into reality. I am in bed breathing heavily. I need to kill soon. Kill. kiLL Kill KILLL... this sensation must be rid of by tonight, this illness, ill? kill? I laugh inwardly. "huhff huh huh haah haaa-cough," yes of course, what other reason should I put it? Me? Insane... I've reached the brink of reality, but where does it begin? The radio still echoes through my room. ****, I'm thinking therefore I am, that should all there is. This incoherent point gets my blood pumping and I lean precariously over the window edge, I need to keep y high up, I am breaking out in a cold sweat, Ophelia's word still stung "if you are not part of the solution main, you are part of the problem, take you whimsical thoughts somewhere else. Why? Why should I? I run shoeless out the door and down the path, rocks and gravel scratching at my feet onto the road and stare at the sky in all its wonde- Slam Thudd, rolll, crack, contortion Snap, twist, smashes splinters, fragments of, wheels, windscreen, WALL, DRIP I breathe my death, under two tonnes of pure metal, I breathe my last. "Main, for gods sake your crushing my nuts!" it shoves me, I must have head butted something during my sleep. I stare bleary eyed, Xerxes in uniform stares back with the same intensity. "yeah and if you do that again ill make you a balless wonder too, gosh lets go man its already 800," "8 am already?" I repeat to myself, and struggled to my feet, subtlety sweeping the packet into the bin. Xerxes is the only person under 60 who still says gosh, he had too do community service for putting cockroaches in some guys restaurant during an inspection. "Yes 8 am already, quit your yapping fool, you aint hurt! Get some nuts!" he growls Mt T style. "Ok dude get out so I can change then," "Don't worry I couldn't see it even if I tried" he laughs. *****! I curse and throw my pillow at the closed door. I need to confront Melanthe; these drugs were too dangerous, prolonged usage would explain her amnesia. I should get ready. Copyright 2008 kaorujin |
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