Show and Tell

“You scream in your dreams as if someone is listening yet somewhere deep down you already know you are crazy. The blood on the wall is no more a warning than your choice in pornographic murder. Chains strung up and down the walls not for pleasure but for pain. You crave it. The hurt of it all. Day in and day out your needs pull you under. Your needs take control of your brain. A constant stream of questions. Who is next? Who is there that is left? Poor rambling child, you are what you eat yet you are still no one. Your enchanted laughter spreads a terror your everyday voice can’t afford.  No one is afraid of you, are they? So you must prove to them, prove to yourself the truth.  Answer me God dammit. You are all the fucking same. Hidden behind your bullshit facade. Everyone thought that they knew you, but we all know no one truly knows anyone.  Feed me once again and I will show you power once more. A power you can not afford to lose. I know what you are and what you are is me.” The tape stops with a push of a button.

“This is your proof of the devil? It almost sounds like you to be honest.”
“Well, it’s not. I swear.”
“All you have is audio? No video or anything?”
“It was recorded before the time of YouTube.”
“So like the 1800’s?”
“No, not in the 1800’s.”
“People from the 1800’s were crazy back then anyway. It is really amazing we even have a society today.”
“It wasn’t during the 1800’s.”
“Whatever loser, sit down so I can show the class what I brought to Show and Tell.”
A chainsaw revs up

 

Not really a whole story or anything really… Another example of something I started and then lost interest in… I do this often… I’m sure we all do in some sense… I always hope though that I’ll come back and finish something… Reread this more than twice… No idea what I was trying to convey?… A weird reality where violence in school was okay?… An alternate dimension buried deep in my head?… I’m digging a hole out back… I wouldn’t call it a grave… A retirement home?… Assisted living would suit me well… I love Bingo and being ignored… I don’t feel much like being me today… Fighting it pretty hard and I think that it shows… Not sure who I’d want to be… Someone with a purpose and a meaning right now would be pretty swell… I miss the days where I could afford to watch Breakfast Club all day… Mouth the words as I wonder why high school couldn’t be more like this… Maybe it was like that back home in America… Grew up in a faraway land… carrying a banner that read American… Said this all before, but I only needed to remind myself… Back then I wanted to be something more… Now all I want is to be something… Time has a way of taking away your dreams… Simplifying them into something else… a Broken Thought for a Broken Me…

2 thoughts on “Show and Tell”

  1. Wow…is a shitty word to describe this and the way your mind works, which I am adoring,by the way.
    I liked your self referential, self explanatory inner monologue the best.
    It was like a shot (or 3) of tequila after a Chinese takeaway.

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