If you know me, and I know you do, you know times have been tough on me. I've tried and I tried. Things have just turned dark for me over these last 20 years, most of my life, really. I could use a wish right now! If my wish came true it would be good for you! I'm waiting on a meteor shower to make sure it all comes true. I used to be such a happy baby! My mom used to have the doctor that delivered me over to the house for dinner and he told me, "Jerry, of all the babies I've ever brought into this world, you were the only one I've ever met that came out laughing! I couldn't bring myself to even spank you, how could I? I even asked everyone in the room, 'What should I do?' You were laughing and because of that, you were already breathing. So, I didn't spank you and that's never ever happened to me, before or since!" What happened to that happy child? I wish I could find some of that happiness again. Maybe I can! It must still be in me, right? Maybe you can help me! Maybe my wish will come true!
Was gonna try to be aloof today, but became uninterested. Then, things suddenly changed for me and I think my wish is really coming true! I'm a little bit scared as time seems to have suddenly sped up. There's a lot of work to do. Lots of things I must take care of. My mind is racing. It's as though I've been in a dark room for 20 years, a prison really, and I've either escaped, or been set free into a cool bright day with fresh air, a brand new day for a new life, the one I was always meant to have. Outside is a girl waiting to pick me up. The girl is the most beautiful girl in the world. She's been waiting for me as long as I've been waiting for her, our whole lives. Been some great comments on my writing these last few weeks. I hope this new life-changing experience I'm diving into will fuel my writing, bring about some publishing, open more doors. If not, it's okay. There's really only two people that need to enjoy my writing and I'm one of them. This video is just the music and black. That's the way I want it. Dark. Just the pounding music and you thinking of my words, picturing the story, making the movie up in your head. Play it while you read. Now it's dark. Enjoy. She was in her big empty house. Alone. She had closed all the windows. Sealed. She had locked them shut. Tight. She had closed all her doors. Locked. Bolted. Chained. But she left the one downstairs open for me. I climbed the steps. I was still wet from the mist. I heard her moving above me. The floor creaked. I saw her shadow move across the paintings. I stood dripping in her bedroom doorway. I made my move while her back was to me. I pushed her to the wall. Hard. Her palm slapped the wall. Her face pressed against textured ornate wallpaper. In the struggle to hold her wrists and unzip my pants, a painting of a flower cocked, a photo on her nightstand tilted, an empty glass that had held red wine fell to the floor, and her mid-thigh silk Persian Pink Georgette dressing gown easily tore free of her pale flesh. I kicked her feet apart and soon I was in her. She was mine and always shall be. May not always be online, here, on Facebook, Twitter, elsewhere… I may not have internet connection. Things are about to get different, real different, for me, anyway. I hope you'll stand by action. Wait for me. Think of me from time to time, if I'm not always here. I should be back soon. I'll see you Tuesday. I'm thinking of dropping everything and going for a long ass joyride. Who wants to go for a fucking joyride? You? How about you? Huh?
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