still yearning (376 hits)
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Submitted by i am what i aint (View user info) at 2004-04-11 15:42:10 EDT
i had made a diorama reminiscent of how the south used to be. real gentrified.
all the figurines were hanging from miniature fake trees with a rope around their necks. swaying back and forth in the nonexistent breeze over a candle: the heat slowly melting and contorting their bodies until they no longer resembled anything like their intended form. instead, they were a multicolored puddle of melted plastic, reminding me of tie die.
out of madness, i poured gasoline on all of it. i even took a quick swig to ease the jitters and force the spiders to retreat. i offered some to the little boy tied up in the corner but he did not reply. good thing, i had told him to shut up an hour ago.
i lit the diorama on fire and began to dance that ancient dance. much like my ancestors before me, my gyrations and body movements were completely off rhythm to the beat that wasnt there. the little boy watched in amazement. suddenly, i awoke from my trance like state.
"where is it?", i demanded.
"mmpth grah ptut!! hmmlfp!!" (translation for those of you who dont speak broken jaw and gag in the mouth: "what the fuck! help!")
"dont worry, little one. i still yearn. on the morrow, exhibited you shall be."
"uuah argg kraaiey" (you r crazy)
"true."
i do not remember the rest of the night, but that morning i awoke where i must have fallen. the boy was nowhere to be found. in my still clenched hands, was a note.
the words, scribbled hastily in the colors of god's favorite football team, the dallas cowboys, burned my retinas as i read.
it seemed that once again my attempts at greatness were to be in vain. once again i would stand in the face of humiliation.
that day, as show and tell came, instead of what was to be, i was forced to present my ever famous, ever boring, rock collection of stones found in the appalachians. again.
i looked out at my audience before me: their eyes were glazed over, much like my eyes now, except their eyes appeared as such due to inattention and boredom. mine, however, was and is still, from insanity.
how i wanted to tell them. tell them what they had missed. what could have been. but it was not to be. before i had even begun, i had ended.
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Submitted by iamhewhoisnot (user info) at 2004-04-12 09:46:50 EDT (#)
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well that ought to teach me to not post on a weekend..
think i should repost or take my licks?
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Submitted by youarsoghey (user info) at 2004-04-12 03:38:28 EDT (#)
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41 hits is rough..
Submitted by MindlessUrine999 (user info) at 2004-04-12 00:01:48 EDT (#)
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Interesting...
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