BigMouth's here ;): Bizarre Death
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On March 23, 1994 the medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus and concluded that he died from a shotgun wound to the head. Mr. Opus had jumped from the top of a ten story building intending to commit suicide. He left a note to that effect, indicating…
Insanity is universally known and understood as such, except to those insane enough to truly understand.
To the Victor
You won.
You got what you wanted.
Go on.
Claim your prize.
Use your “love” to rip out what’s left of my tortured soul.
Go ahead.
Take it.
I can see how much you wish you had one of your own.
To Ponder
As I sit in front of my TV, I stop and ask myself, “Why? Why do I exist? What purpose do I have? Am I here to sit in front of a box, turning wavelengths of light into reflexes so my imaginary character doesn’t have to meet an untimely end? But why does he care? He’s imaginary. He’s made up of squares of light, thrown together in the image of a person. Does light feel pain? Or am I wasting all this time and effort “saving” this imaginary universe created from billions of ones and zeros that simply re-endangers itself every time I visit it? Why is it doomed to repeat itself, over and over for the rest of its existence?” And in that moment, all the questions fade, as those little squares of light scold my delay in mashing the dodge button, and I hear the piercing scream of what was my “great hero.”
And I think to myself,
“Damn.”
The Fastest Way
“Unfortunately the fastest way to be successful is to conform. We must conform to set a good first impression. :(
But then again, the fastest way is not always the best way.” - Susan Martinez
I.E. The misunderstanding of this sentence.
Lock And Key
This is it. This is what everything’s come down to. All the planning, the research, everything. There are no second chances. Just 10 steps away is the key to victory. And across the field is the lock. All I have to do is pick it up, point it in the right direction, and twist. Just have to wait for a chance.
I peek around the corner and see the streaks of smoke. This is my chance.
I turn to run, but see the jaws of defeat. They snap at me, but I dodge and jam their teeth with my deadly rock. I pick up the key, ready it, and look down the shaft.
“This is it,” I think as I point the end at the lock. It turns, looking straight back at me. I had my key in it, and it’s was in mine. All that’s left to do is twist…
A shot rings out.
A trail of smoke appears.
The jaws claim their latest victim.
And with that, the victor grins.
And I think to myself…
“Damn.”
Yes.
Yes, I do. I know that you don’t like it, but you could never understand. It isn’t something small and useless. This is something that goes beyond you and me. It goes beyond us, beyond this culture; beyond our society. It goes beyond our country; beyond even mankind. It comes down to the very fabric of the universe. It is what keeps everything in balance. Life, the universe, even the space-time continuum. Without this, you, me, and everyone and everything else in this world would be a waste. It would be worthless. It only exists so that this can happen. All of reality hinges on it. That’s how important this is. And in a hundred years, no one will remember it, because, like you, they can’t understand. But such is the way of existance. How could one even hope to fathem something truly bigger than they? They can’t. They will never understand. You will never understand. Because you are one of them. And when I no longer can, someone else will take my place, and the cycle shall continue. And when that happens, I will probably no longer understand it myself, because then I will be just like you. But until that day, yes, I do have to play with my food.
