Hey guys! What's up? Did everyone have a good Easter?
I wrote this today, let us know what you think of it, and if anyone wants me to read and review a particular story please let me know :gnorsi:
Nostalgia Overdrive by MrLightening
Somebody kill me. Please, just put me out of my misery. Take me out to the back paddock at dusk and plug a sawn off shotgun into the back of my neck. I want the blood to splatter. I want my flesh and pulp to land of the back of your hand. Dying of old age is the worst thing that could happen. Take me out to the back paddock when I’m nineteen I say, and just end it all. I’ve seen it, read it, heard it, ****ed it, ate it, baked it, watched it, killed it, created it and my gun’s all out of blanks. Somebody kill me before it gets any more boring.
I’ll sleep when I’m dead. I’ll sleep when I’m ****ing alive. There’s nothing more irritating than waking up at nine o’clock in the morning and realizing it’s time to go back to bed. Nothing more irritating than arriving at work and realizing you’ve arrived at home. Nothing. You can take my word for it. I’m a member of the stagnant human race, I’ve got my birth certificate drivers license social security number and blockbuster video card. My vote will be lodged. My voice will be heard. You cannot stop me.
Just do me one favor though.
Kill me. Please.
What do you want? How much money?
How much can I buy your conscience?
Mine costs nothing more than a memory. An incident carried out and acted upon. An incident anticipated. An incident remembered. Recalled. Recollected. Revived. Rejuvenated. Resurrected.
Once upon a time I was born and I was a happy baby boy. I’m sure there were times I cried. Times when the tit wasn’t there for my ready. But **** it. At least I felt something. At least I got some hugs and stared at some toys and played with some sheets and found what could only be described known thought as an everlasting eternal happiness. In the moment. And after I was a baby and I learned to walk and run around I found a million things to none for my wonderful experience. I think they’ll call it joy. Light. The adrenalin of youth. It was seven years ago today that I took my very first hit of speed amphetamine and thought…
****. That’s alright.
That kind of reminds me of when I was young. When I was a wee fish. A taddy in the pond.
A child.
And I’ll get in my car and go for a drive out to the place where I had my first hit seven years ago. I’ll sit outside the guy’s house who doesn’t live there anymore and think – ****ing Hell. That was a good ****ing day. And Dear God it’s sick. I cannot express this any stronger. It is so SSSSIIIICCCKKKK how much I want to go back there. To that day. To take that hit again. And remind myself.
What it felt like to be alive.
