Ezra pulls the chains down and puts arm clamps around my wrists. The chains are pulled upwards and I am lifted off the floor and dangle by my wrists. I look up and see blacked out windows to the upper left of the room and I sense a group of people is situated here operating this torture device and observing. A trapdoor opens below me and I look down and see a deep well like hole with metal sides. I am lowered down and I see symbols on the sides. The shaft is lit up with a dim red coloured light. As I descend deeper I am sprayed with a cold vapor. This stuns me and I see water at the bottom of the shaft. My feet touch the water and I am lowered in. I am now entering an altered state of consciousness and I see skeletons of dead people in the water who have died in the well. My skin seems to be blistering as the temperature lowers. A circular plastic grid is shut over my head and I am now trapped under the water. I feel like I am starting to drown but just as I feel like something is about to explode inside me, I experience a feeling massive power and peace. I feel I have left my body for a split second but then I've realized my body is a safe place to be. I realize my mind sealed in my body makes my mind and body literally indestructible. I am breathing in bio-electricity from the space around me and I can survive indefinitely underwater!
The moment I experience this cognition the plastic grid opens and I am pulled upwards. As I travel back to the surface, I shout at the top of my lungs-
YOU CAN'T KILL ME MOTHERFUCKERS, I LIVE FOREVER!
So, apparently I'm an idiot, as said by the parents, the family, and who ever else gave a shit, or didnt. I dont know anymore. Peoples opinions other than my own, are just passed off as words without much significance. Especially since, my own words, are all that really matter to me at 20. So, it leaves me with a problem. The girlfriend, though i please her in too many ways to mention, she grows anxious as she knows she is minuscule in her attempts to please me, her other half, her muse. So, maybe im a cyborg, or, maybe I'm just as some say "Different". Compliments are meant to mean something in modern day society, but, me, they simply have 0 effect now. They are on the exact same wave length as insults, or, words all together pertaining to me or my character. You, the reader, could say i am in a shell. A spectacular shield of invincibility for my mentality. Or, am i just another human being, who found a hypersensitive way to approach the reality i live in. Either way, i could pass for an idiot anyday of the week, then again, Who's listening to the shit external entities Opine anymore. LOL, definitely not me.
I think its funny how so much can be derived from humans, themselves so full of detail and faults. At times, my eyes might surface on an individual in a public space who's more willing to move unnoticed, but who can deny the beauty and confidence she exudes with every waking blink or step she takes. She doesnt wish to be noticed by the wrong kind, but me, im just right. Seduction is a grueling game we men play at times, just for a chance at gratification, for both parties of course. My methods to seduce haven't gotten any less quick, or mature, but it seems they've taken a turn for the invincible. Can she really deny someone who's words resonate beyond the surface extremeties and typical social notions of all the sheep that flock before her feet. The charming smile i showcase," nothing more than a natural consequence " is what i tell myself, but who am i fooling. Society, such a fun notion to observe. Especially when your on the less pretentious end, and choose to involve substance over matter in a rather cunning intrigue of output. My eye's squint at another vixen that passes my eye as i write this in the library. Let the games begin, or as some would say, Round 1!
I am Jacks' Right Hamstring muscle. At 23 Jack has always had an injury prone body, sports were never supposed to be his thing. Yet, here we are in a 400 metre final, on the last stretch of the race, barely behind 3rd place and only 1 yard behind 2nd and 1st place. Jack decides to chase the medal, but he forgets his prone muscles in his pursuit. His facial expression turns from simple to desperate in seconds, he is now running with added desire, verve and added confidence. 3rd place is passed easily, but my rapid contracting and extending in these tights proves too much, and i am about to give in. "The line, the Line!" says the Brain. " Just a little more!" says the heart. But with 10 metres to go, i cannot hold out any longer, and my last contraction see's jack ceased up. He clutches his hamstring, as he collapses onto the track, the finish, only 1 body length away. tears seem down his cheeks, as he lays on his back, hands on his face. It was a show worth watching over and over again, but for jack, it just wasn't meant to be.
Its funny, how I could sing 20 songs a show, behind these dark glasses, these thousand dollar clothes. Not to mention the miscounting of chains worn. People, they cheer, and i see the happiness in their poor souls. I see the pain expressed when their favourite song comes on, and i hold out the mic to let them finish the chorus. This dream, this moment is nothing but a still moment in time. The matrix fuels this moment to happen for now and for all eternity, but many of whom are in it, can help but be clueless as to what it all means.
My words, they inspire. Their pockets, push me higher. So high, i dont want to fall. Quite simply, i wont. The future holds all of them in a choke-hold, but for me, i am immortal. An image so pretty, so legendary its enegmatic and considered to be nothing secondary. I am 1st, at least in my own eye's mentally. Just let me drift, beyond this heavenly glow, my spirit knows, what the future holds, but they dont.
I stand here, head turned to the right, looking far into the distance. My jitters have yet to cease, then again because of the cold air around me, my jitters keeps my optimal temperature. I stand before a cliff, iphone in my palm, typing away to the wind. To the princess which see's me as her one and only, to the sister who thinks im the best brother in the world, to the mother that suggests i'm an angel to all her friends. As deceptive as medication pills and party thrills its all a part of the matrix. An affirmation so deep, so deadly, it irks me to love the future, and not the past experiences. I yearn only for my own passing, and i have no ultimate desire to retard such a thought. Its all that makes me happy now. Not naked breasts, not the ex's shaved center. I just, dont care anymore. i want to go back to where i cam from, before i was here..
"Rome is burning." she said, as she poured herself another drink. "Yet you are, drowning yourself in rivers of lust and mountains of pleasure." she doesn't usually talk like this. We dont ever have her over for more than 1 hour, but today was different. Today was her birthday, and we couldn't refuse her the privilege of our company, for as long as she enjoyed it. I watched her bend her knee's and straightened her back so many times now, and still, like the good sport she is, she still continued. I watched her attire go from full, to skimpy in seconds, but for hours, it stood that way. And if someone asked, she would always have a damn good excuse. I am not proud of it, but she is, and to my surprise, its all she wanted to do for her birthday.