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Friday, January 12, 2007


The Catalyst
Well...I'm so depressed,I could throw up.So,in honer of lifes suckiness-heres a pathetic attempt at writing a story in first-person persona.Choke on it.

Well,I'm here.Here as in, Illonois.Illonois as in, Chicago. Chicago as in,Jason Wenterz's house.
And Jason Wenterz as in,none other then the bassest/lyricist/front-man of the infamously incoherent Alternative Rock-Band,Mobile Fallout Shelter.
More affectionately known as,The Human Sheilds.
Less affectionately known as, "those EMO faggots with the bassest I'd like to hang for crimes against fashon."
Unfortunately,they're more widely-known by the latter "nick-name." Why are they so hated,you ask?

Well,its just as I said erlier: they're incoherent. And I'm not just saying that because you can almost never decipher a word Mikey Ralphson,the vocalest,is singing.I'm saying that because even if Mikey did sing distinctly,seldom would the lyrics ever make sense.Why?
Because Jason Wenterz does not write poetry.
He writes long,contradictory,pre-musical rants that just so happen to rhyme every now and then.
For example,Jason once wrote a love-song to his mother. It was called The Only Good Thing About Divorce Is You Get To Sleep With Your Mom.
And it went like this:"Brace yourself,mother/ I'm picking up where/ dad left off.And,oh/ your skin and lips are just that soft/..." Yeah,ew.
My sentiments exactly.

But, I'm sure somewhare beneath the "anthem of a mother-(BEEP)er" exterrior of this musical rant,lurks the gushy,Techno-style love-song of the century. Its even got the ever-so-catchy, blithe melody,filled with ingenious hooks, to prove it. (Yeah,Mikey,the composer/vocalist,is a musical genious.) So,yes,despite the insanity and mother-complex-esque semi-satireness of Mobile Fallout Shelters' lyrics,I actually like these guys.

So,as you can imagine, me getting invited to the home of their bassest/lyricist has made me completely ecstatic,right? WRONG! I mean,come on, Jason Wenterz is a notorious satirous,serruptitious,insensitive party-boy punk! He wouldn't just randomly message me,a total super-nerd plain-Jane,to compliment me on my poetry,then invite me to come over to his house to show him more.So, yeah,of course I suspect something. I mean,come on,this whole thing is screaming ulterior motive.And yet-I'm here.

And yet,as Jason happily rambles away about some story having to do with Mobile Fallout Shelter and their recent tour of Europe,theres a part of me that can't help thinking "Wow,insensitive ass-holes are so much more charming in person!" Yeah,in case you can't tell,I'm really not that fond of Jason. But with his reputation,who could blame me? Not to mention,his lyrics make my skin crawl! Then there's the matter of the soft-core gay-porn scandel he had a while back, which I'm not even going to attempt to explain.

Suddenly, Jason stops talking,and looks over his shoulder at the clock."Oh...Its lunch-time."He says,nonchalantly."And just in time,too. I don't know about you,Yuki,but I'm starving." And he rises from his seat to go over to the fridge,which he peaks into only to glance at me seconds later,with a "What about you,Yuki? You want anything?"
"Uhhhm...No thanks." I decline,in a mono-tone. I'm too sick with paranoia to eat anything.And,by the way, my names not really "Yuki",its Belinda something or other.In the private Message,which is similar to an E-mail,Jason sent me the first question he asked me was what my name was. (I only told him my first name,Belinda.) The second question he asked me was,do I like my real name. And,I don't.At all. So I told him I'd much rather be called something like "Yuki." And,there you have it.

Oy.I can't stand it anymore. I wish he would just cut to the chase so I could stop worrying.
"Uhhm...Mr.Wenterz?" I say.
"Stop that! Your making me feel old!" He says,frowning,retaking his place at the table,holding a turkey sandwich."I'm only 29,damn it! Call me 'Jason.'"
"Okay...." I mermur,managing to sound pathetically dazed and confused. "Why'd you ask me to come out here?" For afew seconds he just stares at me seriously,chewing his sandwich,and blinking.Then,he takes a gulp,and says,"Okay.Would you like to hear the truth or something thats not going to absulutely KILL me to say?"
"The truth,please." I say,without skipping a beat.
"Well...This may be hard for you to believe,but...-" and I can tell by the look on his face that this is the part he's DREADING having to say;-" my lyrics aren't very populer amongst the fans..."
"Uh-huh..." I say,trying to resist the urge to laugh. I mean,'this may by hard for to believe'?! I'M one the of the head Mobile Fallout Shelter lyrics haters!
"And,when I read your poems on Myotaku-" Myotaku.com is a Myspace rip-off designed specifically for anime fans.And since most celebrities have myspace pages,I sappose they thought they might as well have Myotaku accounts,as well.-"Well...the poems just struck me as more...Uhhh..." Jason stairs at the table and struggles to find a word to describe it.
"Better?" I suggest,hopefully.
"Universal" he says,he says,frowning at me.
"Look,heres the point," he begins,FINALLY giving me the explaination I've so been longing for."We're going to be recording a new album soon.Meaning,we need to write new songs.And,since I seem to be having writers block,we've got nothing....So-" No,actually THIS is the part that he's been dreading.

"You want me to join the band?" I finish for him.
"No.THEY-as in,Mikey,Brent,and Andy-" Brent is Mobile Fallout Shelters drummer,and Andy is the guitarest.-"want you to be the co-lyricist."
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Well,thats it for chapter 1.I don't intend for it be a series,but...We'll see.*shrugs* Bye,and thanks for the comments.^^~Shadowme~

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