Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Aug 7, 2009 18:57:48 GMT -5
[Backwards and forwards. Backwards and forwards. Over and over and over and over again. How did it come to this, how was this possible? The grime barely gives way, you apply as much pressure as possible, but progress is slow. Backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, this was not how it was meant to go, not in a million years. What the hell is with this, it just won’t come up? Backwards and forwards, harder and faster, harder and faster, I’m not meant to be here right now, no-one in their right mind would even suggest this was a suitable way to spend my time. Maybe if I tried using something else, this clearly isn’t working, but what would I use? Backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, harder and faster, harder and faster. This was not what the fates had intended for me, something has gone badly wrong up there, there is no other explanation, it will only be a matter of time until things are back to normal, and this cosmic hiccup write itself. Backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, harder and faster, harder and faster]
’Ouch!...MOTHERFU...’
[Deep breath, in and out, in and out, we mustn’t snap, we mustn’t betray our cool exterior again. But my nail...snapped, broken off at the base, exposing my raw, pink insides...In and out, in and out, keep it together, keep it together... that nail, almost a metaphor for what happened this past week, the shattered hopelessness is all that remains after prolonged lengths of tedious, but painstaking, care and artistry, all that is left of my creation. In and Out, In and Out, just keep it steady, keep it together...seriously though, forget the nail, what does it matter, on your knees, all because that walking bag of bones felt the arena needed ‘sprucing’ up, who did she think she was, making you clean up after these uncivilised, disgusting, miscreants, it should be you they looked up to...in and out, in and out, you have to keep calm, got to keep it together...what the hell is on this floor, the bleach is having no effect other than making your skin sore, your hands have never been so red, but you have to keep doing it, it’s essential, sure it’s humiliating but you are strong, despite evidence to the contrary, you’ll show them...you’ll show them all, first though you need something stronger to get up this stain...damn Prescott and Savana...
Compose yourself, you gotta walk steady...chin up face forward, chin up face forward, walk with pride...don’t listen to the voices, the ones that say ‘How can you walk with pride in cleaning’ overall’s, and Bones’ spare ones no less’, don’t use the negativity for the wrong reasons, they can be the making of you, you know this...chin up face forward, chin up face forward, walk with pride...but I can’t help think, why me? How am I meant to block it all out, it’s so loud and obnoxious it’s impossible to ignore]
’For the sake of this company, it’s future successes and the reputation of ‘The Headliner’ you have to punish Moss Edwards...’
’For what dear...he seem’s like a very amiable young man to me, well dressed, speaks without the need to curse every few seconds, what on earth would I punish him for?’
’Slander! Libel! Bringing ‘The Blessed Ones’ name into disrepute, Travis Roberts doesn’t care what reason you give, just make his life a little more difficult...’
’Bringing your name into disrepute? I’m afraid you did no favours for yourself last week when you left your own wife, defenceless in the centre of a wrestling ring with two trained professionals. ‘
’He’s peddling smut and using the grand name of ‘The Highest Standard in GIW’ to gain a better audience. And the worst thing....the absolute worst thing about it all is he’s missed out two key ingredients for a TWiSTeD Production...A Donkey....and Midget Chris Austin...he’s going to make ‘The Headliner’ look like a rank amateur...’
’Clearly I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re going on about dear, but it obviously has nothing to do with GIW.’
’What use are you, if you’re not going to protect the name of ‘The Blessed One’, his lawyers time didn’t come cheap in arranging this...’
’I was not brought in to protect your name, and won’t stand here and have you suggest it was. I was appointed because so that neither a maniacal penguin nor a woman with loose morals drove this company into the ground. You’d be wise to bear that in mind, and you may want to show me a little more respect...like that lovely Donovan, did you see the flowers he sent, he’s a nice man isn’t he...’
’Did you even read the card?’
[They probably didn’t mean to leave the door ajar....Keep walking, don’t look back....well that was interesting, at least you are not the only one with problems....Keep walking, don’t look back...And it was nice, nice to see him frustrated at least, he had looked so smug last week, you never thought you’d see him that way....Keep walking, don’t look back...He was my everything once, and in many ways he still is, but now...now more than ever it’s...different. No longer do I crave for the strength of his embrace, no longer do I wasn’t to hear his tender sweet nothings...no....now I want to watch him cry, to see him bleed, to enjoy his humiliation as he enjoyed mine...Keep walking, don’t look back...before, he didn’t know how lucky he was, you did care for him, you never wanted him ruined...but now, now it’s all changed, now it’s the only way to erase this hurt, to make it work it....Keep walking, don’t look back.....they might think you’re finished, they can laugh, they can point, they can pity you, they can judge you the fool...but you know, you know, you will have the last laugh, you will reign over them and submit them to your every whim....and now...now it will be far worse than they had ever imagine...all you need now was someone to deal with it for you...Keep walking, never look back...is that the familiar sound of a step that is always running away...followed by four little panting paws...wait, can’t let him see me in this....get rid of the cleaning uniform....damn my makeup is smudged, my hair is a mess...but it doesn’t matter, I’m the ‘TWiSTeD Puppeteer’ and around that corner is the very man that will unwittingly take me back to the top...time to work that magic...]
‘Randal, the TWiSTeD Heiress will make that mistake of her past pay for what he has done...’
’Ouch!...MOTHERFU...’
[Deep breath, in and out, in and out, we mustn’t snap, we mustn’t betray our cool exterior again. But my nail...snapped, broken off at the base, exposing my raw, pink insides...In and out, in and out, keep it together, keep it together... that nail, almost a metaphor for what happened this past week, the shattered hopelessness is all that remains after prolonged lengths of tedious, but painstaking, care and artistry, all that is left of my creation. In and Out, In and Out, just keep it steady, keep it together...seriously though, forget the nail, what does it matter, on your knees, all because that walking bag of bones felt the arena needed ‘sprucing’ up, who did she think she was, making you clean up after these uncivilised, disgusting, miscreants, it should be you they looked up to...in and out, in and out, you have to keep calm, got to keep it together...what the hell is on this floor, the bleach is having no effect other than making your skin sore, your hands have never been so red, but you have to keep doing it, it’s essential, sure it’s humiliating but you are strong, despite evidence to the contrary, you’ll show them...you’ll show them all, first though you need something stronger to get up this stain...damn Prescott and Savana...
Compose yourself, you gotta walk steady...chin up face forward, chin up face forward, walk with pride...don’t listen to the voices, the ones that say ‘How can you walk with pride in cleaning’ overall’s, and Bones’ spare ones no less’, don’t use the negativity for the wrong reasons, they can be the making of you, you know this...chin up face forward, chin up face forward, walk with pride...but I can’t help think, why me? How am I meant to block it all out, it’s so loud and obnoxious it’s impossible to ignore]
’For the sake of this company, it’s future successes and the reputation of ‘The Headliner’ you have to punish Moss Edwards...’
’For what dear...he seem’s like a very amiable young man to me, well dressed, speaks without the need to curse every few seconds, what on earth would I punish him for?’
’Slander! Libel! Bringing ‘The Blessed Ones’ name into disrepute, Travis Roberts doesn’t care what reason you give, just make his life a little more difficult...’
’Bringing your name into disrepute? I’m afraid you did no favours for yourself last week when you left your own wife, defenceless in the centre of a wrestling ring with two trained professionals. ‘
’He’s peddling smut and using the grand name of ‘The Highest Standard in GIW’ to gain a better audience. And the worst thing....the absolute worst thing about it all is he’s missed out two key ingredients for a TWiSTeD Production...A Donkey....and Midget Chris Austin...he’s going to make ‘The Headliner’ look like a rank amateur...’
’Clearly I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re going on about dear, but it obviously has nothing to do with GIW.’
’What use are you, if you’re not going to protect the name of ‘The Blessed One’, his lawyers time didn’t come cheap in arranging this...’
’I was not brought in to protect your name, and won’t stand here and have you suggest it was. I was appointed because so that neither a maniacal penguin nor a woman with loose morals drove this company into the ground. You’d be wise to bear that in mind, and you may want to show me a little more respect...like that lovely Donovan, did you see the flowers he sent, he’s a nice man isn’t he...’
’Did you even read the card?’
[They probably didn’t mean to leave the door ajar....Keep walking, don’t look back....well that was interesting, at least you are not the only one with problems....Keep walking, don’t look back...And it was nice, nice to see him frustrated at least, he had looked so smug last week, you never thought you’d see him that way....Keep walking, don’t look back...He was my everything once, and in many ways he still is, but now...now more than ever it’s...different. No longer do I crave for the strength of his embrace, no longer do I wasn’t to hear his tender sweet nothings...no....now I want to watch him cry, to see him bleed, to enjoy his humiliation as he enjoyed mine...Keep walking, don’t look back...before, he didn’t know how lucky he was, you did care for him, you never wanted him ruined...but now, now it’s all changed, now it’s the only way to erase this hurt, to make it work it....Keep walking, don’t look back.....they might think you’re finished, they can laugh, they can point, they can pity you, they can judge you the fool...but you know, you know, you will have the last laugh, you will reign over them and submit them to your every whim....and now...now it will be far worse than they had ever imagine...all you need now was someone to deal with it for you...Keep walking, never look back...is that the familiar sound of a step that is always running away...followed by four little panting paws...wait, can’t let him see me in this....get rid of the cleaning uniform....damn my makeup is smudged, my hair is a mess...but it doesn’t matter, I’m the ‘TWiSTeD Puppeteer’ and around that corner is the very man that will unwittingly take me back to the top...time to work that magic...]
‘Randal, the TWiSTeD Heiress will make that mistake of her past pay for what he has done...’
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