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I feel like my life's just out of reach, but how do you grasp something you only see out of the corner of your eye?

Friday, April 20, 2012

because

because he's dead.

because he died.

because some little girl managed to do a shitton more than me, and resisted whatever the hell he does.

did.  What he did.

I'm not a full on expert on the subject, but I've done my homework.  When this Almaga...Amalgamation Sage showed up to argue with whoever this is, I wasn't surprised.  They've met. In some form or another, at least. Given the fucked up shit I've read on his blog, well, I don't know what's going on with him.

But I *do* know what's going on with you, faker.

Heh, I sounded like Shadow a bit there. 

Here's the point.  I was at the spot you were, man.  I threw it all away, I wanted it done, I wanted it just to be mother fucking over.  I couldn't take the stress, the strain, the weird feeling I get whenever its nearby, like a mental scream that reminds me its unnatural, like a natural instinct upon seeing a snake or spider, we have learned to avoid and fear poisonous animals.....fuck I'm getting off topic.

You want to be someone you're not.  You want to hide.  Yeah, I get that.  I hide.  I've done it mentally, and I do it physically too.  Motherfuckin walkin round covered up, bandaged up, so no one can go 'what the fuck is wrong with you?'    Sure they stare, but I know WHY they stare, and that's alright.   I wear the gear, sure.  It used to feel 'cool' I guess at first, I was pretending, like you, to be someone in control, in charge.  Fuck it felt good,  I would imagine people pissin their pants when I showed, because I was the fuckin show, and the spotlight was set.

I don't know if you were done dirty like me,  I don't know if you're some guy on the edge, lookin for a personality that ain't his.   I don't know if you're just a mother. fuckin. troll.   gettin his rocks off on other people's grief.   Maybe in that way, you ARE him.  There's a reason pictures of Redlight show him with a troll face.  But that's ALL you are.

I found it frustrating,  hell I was motherfuckin catatonic for a bit.  The idea of being on a string, dancing to another's tune.  It haunts me,  I'm not ashamed.  I don't want to be a plaything for noodle arms, for the Faceless.  I. Won't. Be. Yours.

Talk your trash, all you're getting from me is an ass kicking.  

7 comments:

  1. Good call.

    I might even forgive you for trying to decide to become the new Redlight.

    Some things must never be invoked. So I want you to do something for me as a penance: Kick his ass hard.

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    1. I don't believe you get to order me around.

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    2. might do it as a favor though

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  2. I think your troll=Redlight argument needs some work. I am undeniably a troll but most certainly not Redlight.
    As for whether this new guy is Redlight, I don't see why he couldn't be. It all goes back to what I commented here a few posts ago where nobody is really dying.

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  3. Mr. Chambers, I find it amusing that you think you still have a choice.

    No matter. I'll be seeing you soon.


    Regards,

    Redlight

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    1. I find it amusing that you comment anonymously on things and then get annoyed when people don't believe you're the real Redlight.

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  4. Congrats on finding your resolve. I've got faith in you.

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