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Saturday, August 15, 2009

Breakfast - Day fifteen (FINALE - PART 2)

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I am surrounded, more than 20 strong, mostly intelligent policemen circling around me, there faces are worried, sweat eagerly dripping down the side of their faces, flames rise all around them and terror is present in their eyes. why haven't they killed me? burned me? buried me at sea? i am a monster.

i cast my gaze towards my chest, where notably, i have strapped myself with so many explosives, I'd blow the entire town to shit.

for a moment i cannot here anything, no voices, no terror, no death. why should i worry? when now, i could die with my sweetheart? my jam, my delectable jam.

i look around me and there is nothing. nothing but two spots at exact opposite spots of my vision.

To the far right all i see is fire, in the center grew an ancient oak tree, the branches grew giant with dark entities, the leaves were shriveled and black, dark and smothered with iniquity. Darkness formed in the shape of the trunk, which smashed into oblivion with myriad possibilities. The tree itself covered the entire mid-section of the field, jagged grass shaped in the direction against the tree, bright-eyed animals leered away from its vicinity, it was mystery confined into a small segment of reality.

To the far left i saw brightness, hope and serenity. a perfectly parallel square of tranquility. Surrounded a border of perfectly aligned trees, lush with berry’s and ripe with animals of all-purpose. Smothering the field was plentiful green grass, in the case of a brown patch emerging it would be encapsulated by daises, clovers and buttercups all perfectly mixed and atop of this would lay beautiful bees, ladybugs and butterflies, Reality never seemed so perfect.

Where do i belong? am i to rot as a mortal? or fly the skies as an angel? my passion, my enthusiasm, my jam, my journey, is this me? am i my attributes? am i real? am i some sick mans game? or am i the game?

A bullet races towards me at lightning speed, going in for the kill, going in to end my pathetic life. But not before i can do one last thing.

I push the button and close my eyes.

4:15 pm - 5 comments - 5 Kudos - Report!
SGstriker wrote on Aug 16th, 2009 2:17am

Crazy shit...


Born_to_shred wrote on Aug 16th, 2009 8:19pm

Cool blog, bro.


ryanmckenzie wrote on Aug 18th, 2009 12:53am

Sick blog man


PussyPunk182 wrote on Aug 21st, 2009 1:18am

I love how it started off in a really silly kinds way and got progressivley darker and more serious. The whole madness of the man really krept up on the reader as they read it. Honestly, should probably be made into a short story or something, I'm impressed mr.GarbageMan.


Mainer wrote on Aug 28th, 2009 1:56am

cool story dude


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