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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?

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Running on fumes

I'm going back on the road.  I don't know where I am, don't care where I'm going.  I need to get out.  I'm sick of burns, I'm sick of atrophy, sick of looking at myself, but I don't really have any choice in the matter.

I'll just be some horrible looking fucker trying to escape this shit.


I'll write more when I figure out what I have to do, not that anyone's really reading nowadays.  Whatever.

nothing matters anyway

10 comments:

  1. Ah, Caden, I was wondering when you'd finally pick yourself back up! You almost had me worried. After all, it is never advisable to throw away tools, even when they're slightly broken...

    Regards,

    Redlight

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  2. You FUCKING SON OF ABITCH. You're a DEAD MAN.Im going to finds some way of killing you you stuopid piece of shit.

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  3. Are you really that naive?

    You need me, Caden, and that's exactly why you'll be working for me from now on.

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  4. I can't believe I have to say this to you, you stupid shit, but you set me on fire, PISS OFF. The only thing I want from you is a last gurgling breath

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  5. We both know that's not what you truly want. You’re showing a rather impressive amount of self-pity, Caden. Do you blame me for your… current disabilities? Did I force your hand in your choice to challenge me? All that happened was that you were taught a lesson. Throwing on some clothing and commanding respect just will not do, and so I'm left wondering... did you really think that would work? Such a label is one of fear, of depravity, of power. That’s why you’re not even close to deserving such a thing. All you’ve done is kill your own Girlfriend in a fit of madness. Pathetic, really.

    That doesn’t mean you’re forgiven for your resistance, for disobeying my call. Though I admit that your trap was somewhat impressive, the fact of the matter is that it wasn’t enough.

    To put it simply, you failed.

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  6. Dont act all smug, you cheap rip off. I was used, and that was stupid, but you, you've got fucking nerve you motherfucker. All the shit you're tryin to call me out on, you're doing just as bad. Fuck, why am I even talking to you?

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  7. Because that is what you are; always the servant, following the leader. This is what you /need/. So let me make this easy for you; for your failure, you will be punished. You will bow your head and admit that you’re mine, become the caged animal at my feet, claws at the ready. I'm going to let you follow me, and I know you'll do whatever I tell you to. After all, where else do you have to go? I’m the only one with an outstretched hand, willing to accept the coward that you are, and you’re going to take it without complaint. Do you know why?

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  8. Because here, by my side, you get to pretend that nothing you do is your fault, that everything you do is on my whim, and it makes you more, so much more than you’d ever be otherwise. You will obey me forever, because I give you that comfort, that excuse that no matter what happens, you won't be responsible. It's easier this way, Caden. You're tired of struggling, of feeling guilty.

    This is all you have left.

    I'm all you have left.

    You threw yourself at His feet and begged for enlightenment, and your pleading was met with apathy and scorn. Nobody has searched for you in your absence, because all you were to them was another statistic. Face the truth; you’re useless to anyone in this world but me. They don’t need you –in fact, they don’t even want you. But all those things, the things they reject you for… you’ll find that’s exactly what I need.

    Give in, Caden. Stop thinking and heel to your Master.

    We both know you don’t have any other choice.

    Regards,

    Redlight

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  9. If you REALLY find yourself so unpleasant to look at... Try a Mask? Make-Up. A Wig. Plastic Surgery. Or just go around smashing every mirror you see. It's not the the seven years of bad luck it gives you would matter, right? You are already at rock bottom. And you are going to stay there for the rest of your miserable existence. Right where you belong.
    HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
    Ha. Ha. HA.

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