Cover story 10: Ashphalter aware but a slow case
The three stooges before they even met. Eeny, meeny, miney mo, before they met the one we follow is the most skilled compared to the rest. He cares as much as a dog before being put down, slow day, slow man, slow work around. He bought a smoothy maybe it'll help, as he searches for clues in the middle of a city where it feels clues are dead almost nowhere to be found. Nobody cares and that complicates things, ruins evidence, but the man has a plan a wish.
Eeny, meeny, miney mo
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If this is what you want, I have no more dreams, idiot (hysterical laughter) for I simply dream of the life of a humans. Meeting me was the last thing you want to get to feel human again, hehehHAHAHA. YOU ONLY PASSED THE FIRST PHASE OF THIS GRUESOME DRAMATIC PLAY. If you survive this turn all your anger towards me will ya, I said as I whispered into Malfonz’s ear.
Ring, ring, ring the bell chimes.
(This is not the truth and only the truth but a short version of real life of what he said, but he is just me so I have more of an urge to hurt him in order to prove who is better, because he is not, to the point where my fear of him is null).
This is the second phase, as I put on my white gloves. WHAT ARE YOU IN ACTUALITY. HEY HEY DON’T PONDER THE QUESTION DUMBASS.
(I remember a story I wrote, of a girl I'd never met ... she had brown hair, flickering eyes ... loved red and had short red on her hair with a brown color matching the pelt of a lamb under the breeze).
WHAT ARE YOU, A DOG, A PUPPET, A TOY, WHAT ARE YOU.
(Sometimes I wrote her in my memories in place of my vaccine, she was my inner bubble and whenever I needed a hug she'd give me one, a kiss would recieve one and she would dance keeping me awake only for my pleasure, especially in my hallucinations of her).
NEITHER I AM MALFONZ, WHY is it hard to believe that.
(I was simply better, so she would begin to entertain me by playing hide and seek, I would no longer see her even if I glimpsed at her direction, no behind doors, no under shower faucets, I loved her but I didn't live for her).
WHAT is a MAL-FONZ. What has your goal been, til up to now.
(I learned when I was younger my parents left me why else would I be under someone elses care, everybody that was saved would die in the future so the beauty in looking in someones eyes lost its subtle glow because my mind was only looking at death and at some point depressed enough to believe he had nothing to offer, you see an action can be changed if you truly believe you can change something, for me I only had to believe I would take an action go look through a mirror into myself and my future and see repeating the same story over and over until I win, my win or reason for living became the control over these peoples lives).
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(I was better, their screams and emotion showed me I had control over others, with time you repeat the same thing one too many times it goes stale but you always remember where that reason for living came from, I simply was that man who killed, and a part of me yearned for more when I had enough).
What do you mean.
(The girl when first given the chance would walk, when given more would run, when given a smile would repeat the gesture, when given hate would hate, she was behind stairs, behind corners, the sky was blue she saw purple, you would be better if you didn't believe in the gestures, the grass is not always greener out there than in here she said and I repeated, I was no better than this with regret, because you know because of opportunity you always miss out or regret the feeling).
What are you justifying with your actions, what I am justifying is my emotions to feel something, you do not exactly know what to do with your power. So I walked past past the chair, grabbing the upper curve and bringing it out ... a picture of him years ago.
This is an image of me. I used to be skinny, I had a unique palette and all I ate disgusted me, so I would rather throw away all I ate. I would be sickly and the images of people dying before my eyes, would haunt me.
(To not be better is to not be challenged, what if you live happier knowing that is it still bad).
WHAT, why would you be haunted by something that you only dreamt of.
(I definetly heard him say those words).
They were vivid dreams.
But you guessed my true intentions and captured me, how.
I-I am a magician, Malfonz responds on the chair WHAT.
I am a sales person selling people my stories, being a magician is all about presentation no way is it real.
But even I can not do such a thing.
Don’t divert my intention, ok he responds on the chair a bit nicer it seemed or the gestures might be freaking me out.
Where was I, you were talking about being a magician he responds in an attack to stop further questioning.
But you really are a dog, but you have no leash, you attack without reason and the greed you seek for is unneeded. You only use it as an excuse to finding a purpose that will never show. But what is the difference between us, my purpose is the meaning of life only then will I live, said I. How do you know your purpose? asked Malfonz.
You have no friends and yet you decide to complain about the one person who decided to be the beauty in your story, to live is to either exist or not, you have done neither nor no goal to live for, your momma and pappa left your body before birth dead on arrival, then no people to mourn your closing life your character only being built up by the things around you - you manchild and then you call yourself alive, if a tree falls and nobody is there to listen did it fall? (Laughter) We are equal we have ego we have drive, the fact such a strong man cant even transform out of this rope prison because he needs to release heat and the rope takes it in, your ego must be astonishingly low. Both of us see each other as enemies pleasure doing business with you. (As a pin is struck inside once more the floor drenched in my blood to the point of disgust). Fin.