Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Long time no go
Would you
Would you like to see?
the opening of the lost
the closing of the past

Would it make you blind?
to find out the bad
to dig up the good

Would you like to be?
the predecessor of me
the powerhouse of bleed

Would you like to see?
the beginning of free
the ending of peace

Would you like to see?
the history of me
the solution to me


Nice cleaning up
Theres really no self-goal for me. So why continue? Why, cause the good part of my brain says "wtf are you talking about, live life like it should be, like you want it to be" while the bad side says "hey, how bout you shutup and stop telling him what to do or ill come over there and kick your sorry ass". The good side replies "Oh yeah, well then come over here and make me" so the bad side gets up, walks 3 blocks down to the good side of my brain and bangs on the door. The good side unlocks his door and opens the door slightly, the bad side steps in and gets a sledgehammer to the shoulder *crack* the bad sides shoulders out of its socket and his arm is swinging back and forth while he cries in pain "ahhh!, ahhhh!".The bad side drops to his left knee. The good side sensing this time as an opportunity raises his weapon of joy over his head and aims for the other shoulder. The bad side slightly moves to the left, trying to regain strength to get up, but getting scrapped along the elbow all the way down to his hand. The bad side drops down now to both knees Blood is now slowly forming at the tip of the elbow and the bad side screams in agony and looks at his right arm " ahhh! YOU BASTERD Ill kill you! ILL KILL YOU" thats when the good side, gets in a left -handed batting pose, pulls the sledgie to neck height, stares right into the bad sides balding head and says "shall we aim for the moon?" and levies all his strength, all his will, into this one final blow, and swings forward. The bad side looks up and looks into the good sides eyes, and notices a slight gleam of enjoyment, but a millisecond later the sledgie had already reached the lower jaw and swung upwards, knocking teeth, bones, and life out of the bad side. His left side of his neck has torn open and left a cut so deep you could stick your hand into to stop the air flow. the bad side drops sullenly to the right and makes a inert *thump* on the hardwood floor. The good side looks in the direction of the only exit, then to the body. He drags the body by the legs, blood now squirting in a frequent 2 second pattern whilst he drags the body on the new shag rug. He turns a corner directed into his bathroom, drops the feet down, opens the bathroom door, picks up the feet and continues on his journey. He steps inside the circular marble tub with a diamater of 5 feet and height of 3 feet still holding onto the lifeless chunky legs that are covered by baggy pants with a rope for a belt. He tries to life the body into the tub with his legs, but it seems the bad sides upper body is heavier than his legs. So the good side drops his legs, and reaches for his left hand and his red warm bloodied hand. He pulls with his back and raises the bad sides body up until his legs eagerly slide into the tub, his heavyset upper body following. Letting go his hands he steps out of the tub and washes his hands thoroughly to get rid of the discusting look and pigment in which his hands were covered. He drys his hands and steps out of the bathroom, remembering the mess he's made today. He walks over to his closet and takes three red towels and walks hastily outside of his front doorway. He drops the instruments of maids and butlers and soaks up all the blood on the old creeky hardwood floor. After all that mess was cleaned up he closes his front door, with wet different colored red soaked towels than before and walks into the kitchen. He finds the trash can and dumps all three into the bin. He turns around and heads for the cabinets below the sink. Opening one door he finds none of his usual cleaning supplies, but just one bottle of Oxi clean and scrub brush, grabs them both and closes the cabinet with his knee. Standing upward now he walks to the fine new white carpet just installed days before "Basterd, the nerve to soil my new carpet with your dirty blood" he says to himself. He gets on his knees and starts spraying the Oxi clean whereever dark red colored splotches appeared, he starts from the front door to the bathroom door, making sure not to miss a single spot. When he finished spraying he decides hell scrub it later and leaves the brush on the floor. He goes back to the bathroom, opening the door up like the mangled body survived and was now a zombie. But to no avail the fat oaf was still lying in the same spot, now just with all the blood flow stopped. He looks at the body, puts his hands to his hips and whispers "slobbish wanker". He starts undressing the body, first his torn blue shirt that says "Hungry, try a bite of me" slogan,trying to remove that shirt was harder than killing him, he must have struggled with that damn T-shirt for 3 min. before deciding to get some scissors, he goes to the kitchen, gets a pair of scissors, runs back to the bathroom and cuts the shirt in twain, after that dilemma he throws it all in the sink, starts on the fat lards mildewy oversized shoes, and takes a big whiff of what must have been foot fungus and decides to put the shoes back on. He stretches his back and decides he will finish cleaning him another time and washes his hands and face, noticing nothing but perfection on his chisled jaw and twinkling blue eyes, with a nose that doesnt protrude but holds up modestly as his favorite characteristic about him. He smiles and shows his hard earned sparkling teeth. He tells himself "what a handsome devil" and walks out of the bathroom to check on the new stained carpet, when he turns the corner he notices that many of the spots and stains of red on his shag have disappeared completly, just some left only at his footsteps. He says to himself "damn that stuff really works". he then turns around and finds who else but oxi clean sponsor and oxi clean commercial salesman Billy Mays! Billy Mays yells at the good side "What did you expect from the best cleaning product on the market, and you the consumer bought for the low low price of $19.99". Then the good side responds with "well, *sighs* looks like im gonna have to kill you too, huh?". He walks over to his sledgie silently waiting by the door and hears pleas and bargaining from billy mays but too late, ,the good side already made up his mind. This time he turns his right shoulder into the lead and starts an awkward looking run at the salesman and shouts "lets aim for mars this time!" with a twisted looking grin and slams the sledgies head full on into billy mays rugged looking, jet black dyed beard and hits it dead on into his loud mouth.

Thats all me can put together, I cant think of a good enough ending
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