Cover story 29: Everybody's eyes are on you
I guess for a paid promotion you need to work more. Where is his head the average Jim was sitting there with more clutter as it went and more anrgy faces and more eyes on you. You cluttered and cluttered and yet no due. I guess for a paid promotion you need a result not a theory, he left that job the boss was in a hurry.
The boss didn't even bother getting angry
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All must be a dream, I can feel their hands touching me, but I am inching far from reality. To me reality is just a blur, I am inching to the dark abyss that was my nightmares. It must not be true, but no stage play ever ends like that if it is written by an artist, everything is true for that is a sin that occurs in reality that changes us with time, and change occurs whether you sit all day or work all night. It is constant, but can I reach a dream or reality where I can end this constant, for that is my wish. I wish for no change, because change is too much to bare for a man that has no power nor hands to carry the sand of everyone he meets. CRUMBS KEEP FALLING AND FALLING, I KEEP GETTING BEATEN AND BEATEN TIL I AM A PULP of myself. I HAVE GIVEN IN, TIL THIS NIGHTMARE CAN END I WILL NOT FALTER I AM DREAM AND NIGHTMARE. I DECIDED WHETHER A PERSON DIES, I DECIDE WHETHER THE SKY SHIFTS, FOR THAT IS MY DREAM, DIE MALFONZ FOR YOU HAVE PUT ONE PIECE OF ME TOGETHER THAT I LOST A LONG TIME AGO, THE DREAM OF REVENGE, BECAUSE THAT DREAM IS OF EMOTION AND I FEEL EVERY OUNCE OF EMOTION DUE TO YOU MALFONZ. THANK YOU. I say those words yet my words hold no bearing, the sea will move on its own whether I command it to stop, for the ocean is like the grains of sand I held in my hands, I again did not learn that not everything is forever, but also how not everything can be controlled, the things that could be were me arriving here, the things that could not is the sky for I can still not command a single shift of the air, I still have ego, because a pain left hurts but a pain told to be cured feels nice as an antidote even if it's shortlived.
But it was a lie, I felt as much emotion as a stone. You could see it in my face, I was scared for the first time in my life but I didn’t feel scared, the irony and then I felt numb. NUMB TO THIS BULLSHIT, I wonder how long we plan on going this far just to prove a point? What point are we proving, that we can not die before the other due to quitting at life? WELL THEN I AIN’T LOSIN.
Well I regret that, as I sparred, a person who does not surrender continues the war. But the war will end in loss, maybe life, if not I decided to obey being a hound. I WAS DUMB BACK THEN, AND NOW WHAT DO I HAVE OTHER THAN MY PRIDE. We fought but I just wanted to leave, I was scared back then. But Malfonz was a blur and without anything that can shine I can’t see except what was ahead of me. I started to make a run for it through the woods but my legs were hit, I stumbled but I knew I was gonna bleed blood tonight, I was gonna feel so much agony either I die out of blood loss or I die out of not wanting to bare too much pain. The woods started to both look denser and farther away the more I tried to open my eyes, the blood was dripping from my head I was shot. This was not like my first encounter with him, If I ever planned on winning I had to do it from afar. Do it so I could cause him pain and cause him fear of me, cause I can’t die unless of a factor I am unaware of. I WANNA LOOK DOWN ON HIM ONE MORE TIME, TELL HIM HE IS WORTH NOTHING AND HE LOST EVERYTHING, THAT IS MY DREAM, I AM A PIECE OF SHIT FOR GETTING THIS OBSESSED.
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I reached the house, it was lonely as ever, Malfonz was planning something I don't know what. And I took out that piece of shit paper with all the faces of the people who left me, I was angry, I felt that much. I ripped those pieces of paper, I was a changed man today, the sun was shining and I was holding the last embrace of paper. Boom, the door opened, the paper was on the ground, and Malfonz was nowhere to be seen.
"Oh heya there mutt", said Malfonz slowly inching towards me yet not a single limb moved how come?
And open, my eyes were locked on, nothing had happened yet I still had my pieces. Malfonz was a dangerous game to play but now I know.
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Neova’s mind moved at the pace of 24 000 miles per minute, he can think of hundreds of possibilities within seconds, how else would he be able to remember and understand what was in the future and past remembering with accuracy. The ability to see the future came in with the ability of a better memory. But no I didn’t see this in my reality, there was no mirror, there was no mirror and they are dead. I was too blind to ever care to take a look, so many blunders yet so little time to correct.
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GET UP, I tried grabbing or moving, maybe pushing myself a bit front, but my hand got stepped on, GET UP, I can’t get up, I lost a battle before conception. I WANNA DIE, I WANNA DIE, GET UP, WHY why get up.
That day my reason for getting up and still taking a beating was not because I found a meaning, that day I lost all meaning of my life, I wanted control. I wanted to live longer than him, my meaning for life was not to understand it but to be able to grasp my goal before him. That was why I got up for my curious mind wanted to see how our future clashed not behind futures doors, because that can change, but behind the future that has not been opened yet. Sutilis larva. Fin.