Post by Deceiver on Sept 18, 2020 0:55:01 GMT -5
My life isn't worth shit.
So fuck you.
And fuck this.
Motha fugga.
You just found out I'm the man? Where you been at. I get more severed head than Johnny Stylez gives after taking a Xanax.
Is he in or is he out?
I guess we're about to find out.
The clock slowly ticks towards the final proving hour, the hour of dread which lie dead ahead. My skin crawls from the bone as the overwhelming thoughts creep through every pore opened to be trifled with. I have begun screaming out in the ever black, just dying to feel so god damn alive.
Do you believe in second chances?
Perhaps a third?
I forget which chance I have stumbled upon, all I know is that it is my last.
One last chance to set these attractions right, so that they may actually fucking mean something. For too long the shit had begun to crust over every part of this company. I am truly amazed Johnny ain't run this bitch into the ground and moved on to playing grab ass with the rest of the Syndicate.
What a load of shit.
You see, the truth is an ideal that every man panders to, but none truly strive to live. The muck beneath the boot. The grime built up beneath the water heater in the back storage closet.
Heh..
Let me show you what I mean.
Here we go.
I fell back into the comfort of my living room sofa. A burnt spoon laid on its side on the coffee table, stained with the secrets whispered from days gone past. In the pit of my arm, stuck straight to the vein, was my old friend the rig. Flushed through my veins was a potent tincture of self loathing, making my heart slowly fade into a beat down of rhythm.
My eyes Fade 2 Black.
As they reopen, I have left the mortal plane of this troubling existence, and have embraced upon a journey through the stars. Demons cackle in the backdrop of darkness, no light reflecting from any of this nonsense. Just a couple of horrible visceral beasts lunging through the eternal bliss of the empty. But was it truly empty?
I had become lost in oblivion. Oblivious to the world which surrounded me. But I no longer had care for the world, and the pestilent presence of other meat sacks that don't follow the rules. The rules? Well the rules are simple. There is only one.
Bow down and bless me.
The Lord King of the Felony.
But we will save that for another day.
Just know that the real Brandon Moore has come back to play.
XoXo