Cover story 18: A perfect copy in likes and dislikes
As a man stands where his enemy turned mentor stood. Three bombs, one for the heart, one for the mind, one for the soul. He was a perfect copy, of the man he once knew being no more, it was a tragedy that his life is like an open door thought to be closed.
Open it please
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Today we have a new comedians act on the line of this stage, I'd even say he has the Midas touch turning you too stones with his jokes alone but maybe he shocks you, here he comes Malfonz.
What start was that stranger are you showing me the lights cameras action or are you trying to get me murdered before I utter my first words (NO LAUGHTER).
Soo where do I begin tough crowd (AS THE MIC JITTERS, NO LAUGHTER STILL)...
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Malfonz is a lonesome man, but he was no man. His days were futile, he passed day by day, doing barely anything. But his biggest dream was to be a theatrical star, be so good his stories jump up from his book to the stage, without a hint of breaking of the illusion he set on the people witnessing his act. To be an athlete is too hard, and no demand like it used to in 1984 when sports were the headlines. It was too easy for him, so why not just not try. Then came the discovery of books, the stories they told was like showing Malfonz that there was something he was not good at. Being a mechanical engineer was also a thing but he never had needs for such, and why would he. He didn’t want to be treated like a peasant doing other people’s needs and entertainment was his calling, he said no to such as well in the start, but everybody comes around and everybody's a hypocrite. Stories captivated him because he had to use his mind, he was not the smartest, only the strongest, and to move another with words was power because that meant he had to be listened to.
But doing odd jobs was also a thing of his, just too fill his ego or just because he wants more money. Sometimes hard to tell. He is a famous landlord, within the streets, but he is so fast that nobody notices he is gone and he is so unknown that nobody questions his employment. These were the few times he got to relax, because he works around the clock to pass time, he does not have a plan on things and his goal of earning money exceeded to the point where he has enough of them that he does not need to work his whole life at all. He cleaned his own money broke the cycle of a third man in there to two, GOOD JOB. But even now what he needs to learn to do is wait out and plan out things. He has a can of the coldest liquid in the world so that all the money he brings in the span of milliseconds don’t burn away like paper when burnt down with flame. But that is all ... this is a game of bringing back more paper than to know what to do with. It is paper that registers money and gives out free coins to use, but it is a symbol of where you are at in life because of the word currency. The more the currency the wealthier ... THE better.
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Log #25th a wednesday morning
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I wanna say there is more to me other than a shell, but that is what I am. I like things tho, on my freetime I like to read books, books are out of stock no more productions due to this crisis going on, ANYBODY CAN WRITE BUT NOW WE CAN'T EVEN CUT TREES TO MAKE PAPER ... WHAT. (NO LAUGHTER). But my favorite book up to now has been a book about the retelling of life. It tells the story of what the humans decided to do to this world and a retrospective analysis of that. But hearing myself in the third perspective bores me too so why not a retelling of my life. I like summaries and don’t mind being a hypocrite and forcing others to do what I don’t ANYBODY (SILENCE), my life is more of my taste so why don’t we. Bitter ... you guys are making me bitter.
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As the lights were pouring in it was as if nobody was there. Might have been better with sticks and stones atleast they would entertain the guest by simply falling down, WAAY BETTER THAN SILENCE.
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The first thing I did was eat, I roasted a piece of bread and spread different types of jam on it, in a rainbow pattern. I may be rich but having taste is a blessing. Then at 12:00 I hit up a training session, I would like to say I jumped between planets but due to my knee that was an issue. Even if I warmed up my knee the secondary issue would be the collapse of a solar system and me being alone for centuries. I would be no king if I was alone. So no it didn’t happen. I need material that can protect me against the ice cold temperatures and even if I did use my heat to warm my knee the jumping between planets can destroy a system of the animals habitats and chances at survival which means I am not king anymore, I know I sound repetitive but working on a million of watts makes you repeat stuff. Makes you repeat stuff. Makes you repeat stuff. (NO LAUGHTER instead a small cough was heard). I was not king today. I do not have anything to rule over, so I played catch with myself instead.
Playing catch in the north pole sure is cold ... moving on.
Today was a day off so I never ran into that guy who messes things up for my morning. A part of the day was off, the other part was quick work. I never rest, because who needs rest when there is prey that can get you at your sleep. And why would I rest when there is money to be made but I have so much I barely have place to put it.
THAT'S MATERIAL PEOPLE.
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Who is that red hair?
Who are you speaking of.
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This guy with the red hair has been working on almost everything, who is he and how is he able to do this work everywhere it may seem as.
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Log #26
People recognizing me would be a hindrance since I would turn celebrity and then my actions would be broadcasted so I hid myself, I look at the mirror then when I have those thoughts, if I had no friends then, then it meant I was no celebrity just a kid who never had to shave and started working like an adult. Some days I was a brown haired man in one job and another something extra, then I was a clown in the next new job where my old self was absent and then held a fancy mustache that was faked by using glue. People never asked again who this man was, but I think it would have been smarter if I had held a mask instead of needing to change every few seconds. REALLY PLAY GUESS WHO?
(Laughter)
I never take a day off, almost never because I have no stamina, so I never feel fatigue or tiredness but I do feel tardiness ... that is rarely an issue for a man in my status. So when after finishing my morning and then heading out I would be surprised in finding an old friend and some older gentlemen right beside him. Might be family might be a high risk but I am putting it all in. Bingo. Fin.