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"Life is Good"

This may offend some people and if it does it's tough, you were warned

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The birds aren't afraid of me anymore. One smiled today, a blue one. It seen me walking and gave a quick grin before going back to birdy land. Although that is a lie. There is no such thing as getting back on with life. I'm the only one who lives life. The rest just sit and rest, watching me through invisible port-hole cameras. Stupid world. I feel like I'm in the Truman show. Everything is just placed conveniently in my way. Whilst others just sit in hay fields, eating shrubs whilst pointing and laughing at me.

No, no. Enough of that. Life is good. The birdies like me, I like the birdies. It's a big trifle.

So I was walked through the park. After the birds aknowledged the green flash-bang strobes in my soul, I went past the swings. I seen 2 kiddies. These ones weren't after me. They looked at me with care-free smiles and passed on the youth and joy. I sat on the bench next to them. The mother was looking at me, with the look I always get. This one was after me. I promised myself at the time, that all people who were after me would be taken away. Not just the way the look shows they don't care, but everyone else can see the look to. It exploits me. One frown/grimmace/dissaproval and it gets to everyone. It's contagious. I must procure my own vaccine for them bad people.

Anyway, The kiddies.... :¬D :¬D

The cute little kiddies. Two little girls. Heavenly angels. These were so helpless. Actually living life instead of watching me. So I sat down quite close to them. Despite that $luts evil, cagey red eyes, the children.... they spoke to me! They really did like me. "Do you like the swings? I didin't know what to say. Another person like me, on my side. As enlightening as this was, I didin't get the chance to answer. The mother, the oh so protective mother, led them away from my cleansing grasp. I could see chlorosis under her skirt. Dripping down, leaving angry residue in her clotted trail. After they went I stamped on it. It reminded me of all those who watched instead of lived. The cyan bubbles frothing, leaving a contraceptive stench. The anaemic reaction. A product of her promiscuity probably. Prooving universally that women just want sex. NOT babies. Just the moaning and colliding with dirty things. At least no women will get it from me. I got rid of my dirty thing a while ago. I kept it in a jar. I must go into the cellar and dig it out, actually. It's cute when not attached. I might put it in the garden and see if fertiliser makes it grow and speak.

I'm the plug socket and everyone uses me. I can't provide forever though. Soon I will be channeling my own special justice energy™.

I was dreaming about them kids more and more. The day after, I decided to throw up and check my vomit for clues. I hoped to find that fluorescent green light I have inside my soul. To see if the kids really are me and if they transferred soul juice. I got my hands dirty, there was blue stuff (That old womens nail varnish) and some Sun cream (The thought of my pure insides getting touched by the sun. What about the people getting digested? I don't want them hurt by the outside world no longer). After much wading, there was mostly orange see-through stuff. Awww and this little black beetle crawling in my gut potion. Poor thing. It was lucky in the end, it had another free ride because I felt sorry for it.

There was a minor breakthrough. A bubble. A black bubble amid all the waste. It was throbbing, like it was trying to tell me something. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, I felt inspired. I decided to leave it. In the middle of it's toxic throne. It was created inside me and was surviving in my vomit. I couldn't sleep that night. I was so excited. I kept running downstairs to check if it was still there, still throbbing. It was. It was belching in unison with the capacity of my veins.

When I did get to sleep I had the scariest dream. It was about that baby again. This time it had black tumours choking it's face and those sweet blue birds were taking it away. The baby was making a deafening wail. Those birds, they wouldn't leave it alone...I had no control, I had to sit and watch the baby's eyes eaten. But the birds eyes.... they were red and had that look. The RED RED eyes. They were in on it. Them poor things had been laughing and mocking me all along.

The next day I went to the park. I had a plank of wood I took from the shed. Those damned birds that haunted me in my dreams....were there...looking at me...through the mask. I sneaked over. They seemed happy and not really threatened. Ha. I seen the nest at just about heads height. Was that poor baby in one of those eggs, suffering? I couldn't risk it. I had to act and quickly before the baby suffocated. So I BASHED the nest with all the strength in my body.

First the eggs splattered with the first swipe, then after the second both parents were gone. Flattened. Forever lost and encaved by my silver-lined dreams. By the third swipe the dying chicks in their eggs, and their annoying, choked chirps were no longer laughing at me. The bubbly citrus liquid foamed from the mums brains. Too late, my friend.

The blood-soaked piece of wood was no longer needed. I discarded it and moved to the swings... :¬D

The kids were there. I was overcome with joy. I sat at my place of rekoning, smiling. The mother was behind some trees with her dog. She dissapeared for 10 seconds. It was my time. I had to act fast.

I couldn't believe my luck. I said to them, the two girls... "Would you like to come to my house?" . Of course they agreed. They weren't against me.

So I took them home, hastely. Luckily for me the mother came back to late.

I took them home.

I showed them the bubble. The black malevolent highness. They loved it. That's when I knew it was ment to be. They were like me: sufferers in this world. I knew their life would be too hard and traumatic for their innocent faces.

So....I had to. I had to end the potential suffering. They were only small. Small kids. So baby-like. No. It was my duty. I undressed them, slowly. They were laughing at me. But in an understanding way. Both girls were before me, naked. Looking at their destiny. I bolted the top lock on the attic door. Then, I called them over.

I was sorry, but I had to do it. I ate them. Alive. I started with their faces...those innocent rosey cheeks were the first to go. I had long nail. They screamed so loud. It couldn't deter me. Their hair...tasted like roses. I had to shove it down. My mouth got so dry, I had to use their saliva. One ran to the door....half of her face...hanging off. She couldn't reach the bolt...poor thing crying her heart out, screaming for her mum. But nevertheless, the struggle was worth it. I was a bloody mess. All that was left were two pink hairclips.

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I don't feel guilty though. No way. I've got that sun block in me, don't forget. The outside world will no longer harm them. The green strobe light in my soul will neutralise there existance in my flow.

Disturbing, yes.
Wonderful, yes.

My conclusion - Wonderfully disturbing.

You're poo at life though

i find life is good as well but i don't want to bore myself by reading endless lines of words.

I once spayed a piece of paper.

Go figure.

Ta Zulleeeééaaayyyyyy.

Y'know dudes that little playground thing in General Chat...only a few posts away from a 100.

And if we get that far.....

We = Bombermen

I must concur.
Wonderful.

Eeeeee

Here's me thinking you actually liked the sacred, backwards e. " Ý "

It was actually what I tried to do for my SSC2 entry. But I didin't have the time....at the time.

Hmmm ... that mood has not gripped me.
My book had regained priority, and I'm ripping through it nicely.

Plus - ideas are thin, and I don't feel like writing into / upon nothing.
But perhaps I need to.

Now it's your turn.

Or is it??

I know I am the catalyst.

Who knows..

Your sir, are a genius.
Golden.