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Submitted by <Art> (View user info) at 2006-10-26 10:11:52 EDT
I'm on a hot streak. I've been waiting for the thoughts to flow like this for quite some
time. My pencil leaves behind a trail of smoke as I gradually advance towards the
pinnacle of my writing ability.
I feed the flames of the consuming inferno that is my mind by constantly heaping tinder
on to the uncontrollable blaze. "Crack" I hear the sound of my synapses being doused
with a pail of murky water. I look down and find a streak going across the end of the
page, like a road leading off the edge of a cliff.
I stand up, disgruntled by the fact that broken lead has become my kryptonite. I stand in
front of a metal contraption, looking upon it with the eyes of a fresh faced youth. I jam
the #2 in to the mechanism, and begin turning the crank in a rather inconsistent manner,
with sharp, abrasive movements, completely beyond my control, deciding the fate of this
once noble figure.
Making the intangible tangible was this poor souls purpose.
Just like senior citizens being ground in to fresh meat, this tree was shredded in to many
a useful object for the purpose of mental sustinance. Food for the mind, not the body.
I pull the fallen lead soldier from his feeding tube as I prepare to return to ground zero,
and an idea that has since trailed off in to oblivion. I look at the befuddled soldier, with
half of the head remaining enclosed beneath the wood pulp, incapacitated, and unable to
perform its sole duty.
Back on to the stretcher he goes, awaiting the results of the prior botched operation. I do
my best with the jagged tools I have been given, like a doctor removing a timebomb of
an appendix with a butter knife.
As the sullen figure recooperates, I realize he has since been cut down to size. Half the
man he used to be, vainly attempting to work with the rigor and ferocity he once did at
his peak.
Not all of his comrades wither at the same rate, as he looks on with envy at several
human hands at work, gleefully dribbling the ooze from their mental masturbation on to a
fresh face of a blank canvas.
I find myself at a crossroads. It's now or never, either we can go out in a blaze of glory,
or remain slaves, cogs, and fresh fuel for the killing machine with our heads in the sand,
or in this case, the flesh grinder.
As indecision rears its ugly head, I look on and see, hope. Perhaps we can get this done.
The train may have gone off the tracks, but it seems that the survivors get a free rail
pass.
I begin the journey back through the gallows and across the electronic jungle, to find a
deed unfinished. I can't erase past mistakes (I have no eraser), the voracious march
towards annihilation continues. A flashing light bulb, and a bleak hope surge through me
as I continue to work towards the ultimate goal, to fulfill the purpose of this noble and
virtuous existence.
I batten down the hatches and press the hot lead aginst the paper. No cracks, no
explosive shrapnel to avert my eyes from, just the fading away of a worn and beaten
down survivor, as his last hope falls right out of grasp, and on to the tattered page of a
forgotten story.
User Reviews
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-10-26 15:22:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
SHLONGY SUX
Submitted by moneyshotforyou (user info) at 2006-10-26 11:44:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Because Shlongy is an idiot.
Submitted by The_Cyst_Master (user info) at 2006-10-26 10:15:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Fuck you.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2006-10-26 10:14:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
This could have also been called "Much ado about nothing".