Cover story 26: An old tuckered one

A new king, after the old died, and a new one after that. You can never die, if all your enemies remember you by blood, and how can you die when the fear of the what if ... haunts your closest students. All you do is repeat and recycle, "YOU CATCHIN ME BOSS", and some just like living a life like that and those kids always end up ten feet under, under the caves, under the basement, under fire and under ten feet of solid ground.

I guess that part of the story hasn't happened yet

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I was in the lead, I beat him up, he was ruffled and I liked it. I liked being on top. Like he was back then when he decided to injure me. Of course I didn’t get hurt, the scream back then was just to show off, I didn’t even change. I AM THE SAME, BUT BETTER, I GOT A BETTER UNDERSTANDING OF MYSELF. I WANTED TO ELICIT CHANGE, WELL I DID, THE DECISION OF NONE CHANGE.

DID I FEEL LONELY BACK THEN, YES MOMMA I DID, IT WAS SO SO PAINFUL, BUT I AM ENLIGHTENED, I WANNA EXPERIENCE TRUE DESPERATION LIKE I ONCE DID. SUICIDE. THOSE MONKEYS Th-Th-THE EH EH EH EHY ABANDONED ME. WHEN I FELT LIKE I WAS GETTING SOME FAMILIARITY THEY LEFT ME FOR NEOVA BECAUSE HE WAS SLEEPY FEELY.

A SINGLE WALK AWAY FROM ME AFTER I ENGAGED IN THEIR TOMFOOLERY HE. TELL ME THAT NEOVA, WHY ARE YOU SO MUCH BETTER AT LIFE THAN ME, I WANTED THE VACCINE WELL NOW I WANT YOUR TOMFOOLERY.

OH oh times were simpler back then, I remember there was this one day. Can’t recall if it was a dream or a reality I experienced. I was there and I am real, so maybe it was real. I walk fast, but even in seconds, I experience everything in hours, so it was always boring just walking.

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At this time everything was in blurs, even my talking was weird, I could not see life straight anymore and at this point is where it all changed for me. Any sense of pacifism, the choice of turning back, the pride to deal a finger to the enemy when they dealt a wrong hand, I was walking on mirrors about to shatter.

As I walked I saw nobody, I was simply alone like always, but this time, I noticed my surroundings, a sad nostalgia, instead of moments and memories to remember, it was images of moments that felt poetic, how the building was standing there and near the corner was where the sunlight hit. If you stood near the corner you could see another path of benches to the right and straight ahead you could see a smothered walking path. The shadow covering the path making it a dark alleyway.

I was lonely so I sang, to the beat in my mind.

As I walked off because consequences could never touch me, but I wish it did.

DO YOU SEE ME MAH, DO YOU SEE ME PAH, I AM A WALKING POEM. As I ran through the mirrored glass.

(Run, Run, RUN)

To run is to avoid consequence, can I not do that for once, because people understand you when you change.

(YOU SAID YOU DIDN’T WANNA CHANGE, WHAT HAPPENED)

I am running, I am running, I see flashing red lights swarm around me. I go left, I go back but it feels like there is a force pushing me to where I must not be. I wanna bargain for anything, I wanna bargain my soul, my life, anything not to open the door which contains truth.

YOU ARE AN UNLITTABLE FLAME, WHY RUN WHEN YOU CAN POUNCE.

But Neova, without an understanding for where he ran to, Malfonz was sitting right there, it was noon, it was them, their half cut up bodies, they were all dead and no excuses could help save this moment, they were dead not pretend. (WHY). Fin.

(They were running away as I held the gun about to shoot them down, those smirks were jokes, those candlelit faces were only laughing at the guy behind me, these monkeys never change, why should I, it works better that way).

And then I said why do people care for new years this much, it's just a time of day. (Laughter).