Cover story 9: Took an arm and a leg
He we everywhere and nowhere, he was there and he wasn't. When a man had no perception of loss, he would never start change, and when that man is the one after you what can you do but put up and act even when he's not there. He's there though, he's the walls, the ceiling, the sky, the air, he's always there and either you lose or you win the jackpot. Break a leg, or break an arm, anything from shooting yourself.
Break a leg
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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. AAAAh enogh eh, I bended and released my pent up emotions then calmed myself down. (I dreamed of a life of a humans, falser nor truer words have ever been said by me, the grass is always greener on the other side, ... but I feel like a rock on that grass, it is easy playing the part of a villain and playing the role of son of Lucifer (an insult) but at some point that is how I talked with people only waiting for someone to try seeing me as me, there was no beauty and the beast, then I grew hate and this became me, I hate them, I HATE HIM FOR MAKING ME REMEMBER).
Speak better he screamed saying the pronounciation is enough not enogh and you say you're of a higher being, be better or don't be. The one up there doesn't make mistakes.
EVEN IF YOU SAW THE TRUTH IN FRONT OF YOU WOULD ASK THAT'S IT? HUUUH HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THIS THEN, there's no end to this.
I hoped this was the last thing I could recall, but it was only the start, that's when I could hear a ringing in the side of my ears.
This is the second phase, as he put on his white gloves. WHAT ARE YOU IN ACTUALITY the HEAVENS NEVER LOOKED MORE PATHETIC.
WHAT ARE YOU IF NOT A POOR IMITATION OF YOUR MOTHERS WOMB?
Dang I have never been asked that, have I. He shouts don’t ponder on the question, all irritated.
BACK AT YOUR UGLY GRIN, NO WONDER, I THOUGHT YOU WERE A WOMAN WHO TRIED EYE LINER FOR THE FIRST TIME BACK WHEN, YOUR SKINS JUST A MESS.
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He pulled a sheet of paper, it looked like he was drawing from the lights reflection. Looking like he's about to prepare a speech. (OWOWOWOWOW, IT STINGS AFTER A WHILE).
WHAT ARE YOU, A DOG, A PUPPET, A TOY, WHAT ARE YOU?
NEITHER I AM MALFONZ, WHY is it hard to believe that.
WHAT is a MAL-FONZ. What has your goal been, til up to now.
What do you mean.
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.
He walked passed and took an image, his robe of gray following him, This is an image of me, he said pretending to look sad all of a sudden. 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.
WHAT, why would you be haunted by something that you only dreamt of.
They were vivid dreams.
But you guessed my true intentions and captured me, how.
I-I am a magician, what a shocker I only responded with WHAT.
I am a sales person selling people my stories, being a magician is all about presentation no way is it real. He responds, looking at me, moving his hands up and down.
But even I can not do such a thing.
Don’t divert my intention, ok I responded on the chair. (Like a kid being fed lies, I really am easy to entertain).
Where was I, you were talking about being a magician I answered to divert or confuse Neova from any further phase two.
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 Neova. How do you know your purpose? I asked.
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.