July 19, 2004

• THE BASTARD CHILD OF MYSELF AND BOREDOM
  An epic tale of revenge and romance.

  
  

  Intelligence which shattered a mind of serenity, erupted a long and forgotten state of fury. Everything he worked for collapsed, as a flying duck reacts to a gunshot wound, falling from far above to meet the Earth once more followed by a brief thump. On the ground, hounds tear at it’s muscles, bones, nerves, and sinews as the brain slowly falls into an eternal slumber preparing to release it’s true form. On the contrary, he was not at all surprised. As all experienced survivors know, one will never lose the game of life as long as they avoid ever being surprised. One last single strand of fate seperated a catastrophic end of times and a perfect world in his mind. There was hope, to avoid being that duck. Quickly, he chained the sheath of his short sword to his side and slided into his black wooden clogs. Rushing out of the city gates into the neighbooring forest, he tightened his grip around the handle of his blade. The trees rustled violently and became animated full of life. Branches, leaves and fruits pointed towards him. Nervously he unsheathed his sword and weilded it, readying himself to destroy all whom oppose him. The fruits exploaded, with missiles of seed clumps aimed in his direction. They peirced his armor, his soul, and all of his essence, consuming him in a cluster of death. His heart thrusted, back and forth, and finally exploaded as a tomato being mauled to the wall by an angry audience. In a spraying motion, all of his blood and organs seeped out of his body in a thick, smooth stream, so fast that it drilled a hole into the earth. So fast, that it caused his exterior features to be vaccumed inside out. From that glistening water fall of death the earth cried and moaned, as a tree sprouted from the freshly drilled hole. -They lived happily ever after, The End.

  
  

  EDIT: I want to watch “Ichi the Killer”… sounds interesting. Must find it.

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