I was just out mowing the lawn, minding my own business. Oh how joyful it was going full throttle with no one yelling at you for going too fast. Along with the cooler evening air blowing against my face, I was easily hypnotized by the rhythmic roar from the engine. It was a perfect Summer evening, until Johnny came out of nowhere in front of me. I slammed on the breaks and almost flew off the tractor.
“Are you crazy Johnny!? I could’ve hit you!” For the first time in a long while I was screaming.
“You stay away from Lisa! I swear I will hurt you!” He said rather threatenly.
Imagine the surprise I had on my face.
“Who do you think you are Johnny!? You don’t go about threatening people around here! Lisa is MY girlfriend! She is mine! You want to die!?” I said in a harsh tone, “get the fuck out of the way before I slap the shit out of you!” I turned off the tractor and approached him.
“Don’t tarch me madafarckar!” And he jumped me.
“HEY DON’T FUCKING BITE ME! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”
“I love Lisa! I love Lisa so marrrcchhh! I’ll do everything for her.” His voice trailed off.
“Lisa is my girlfriend you little shit!”
I raged. I grabbed him and overpowered him. I threw Johnny on the ground and started punching and kicking and stomping him. Like a mad dog, I kept on punching and kicking and stomping him until I was drained of my strength.
I spat at Johnny’s dead body, now lay disfigured and contorted, “don’t fucking mess with me!”
That’s when I heard a feminine voice behind me. The voice was shaking and cold, “why did you do that! Why did you kill Johnny! I loved Johnny! I loved him!”
I turned and I saw her. I stood motionless, I was gazing at her and guilt soon overtook me.
“I...I...I...You must be new around here or else I would’ve...I...Are you...are you...Li”
“I’M LISA!” And she too jumped me.
Another round of struggle ensued.
***
At the end of the day, the world is safer with two less spiders.
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Friday, August 12, 2011
People
To be honest with you, I loath people. I see them every day when I go shopping, when I take a stroll in the neighborhood, or when I look outside the window. They've been with me my whole entire life and yet I still don't like to be around them. I've always avoided places with people, fearing that they would judge me. Though I know that they wouldn't, but I couldn't help to think that they would. Partly due to the fact that I don't follow the current trend of anything, making me stand out in the middle of the crowd. I'm the type who hates to be held by the nose and dragged around by other people. I mean, who are you to tell me how I should live my life. Right?(say yes)
Likewise, I held a long conversation with myself in the mirror after waking up. And I decided that I should go to a place where it's full of people. Decided that talking to real people is more interesting than talking to a voice in your head, probably friendlier too. And thus after dinner I headed straight for the ferry which takes tourists to and fro an island, an island that has long established as a great summer vacationing place. And you know, old habits are hard to break. I sat in a seat far away from where people gathered, far away from the choking exhaust of cars, just far away from everything. A plain old seat, alone by itself, rusting away on the very end of the ship.
I gazed out to the horizon and was immediately made motionless. Made motionless by the majestic blue lake, glistening under the setting sun. The dark blue sky, tainted with streaks of orange. And the bright white stars, glowing in midst of confusing patterns and shapes that I have yet to acquire the vision to see. Soon the conversations that I was hearing clearly are slowly becoming a blur, a humming in my ear. I slipped into a hypnotized stage, hypnotized by the impressive yet soothing view.
And all of a sudden the captain blows the horn.
I gasped, swallowing down a mouthful of cold air dampened by the lake. I got up, knowing that we are nearing the destination and was amazed to see how the captain had easily made the already impatient tourists just that much more impatient with a simple blow of the horn.
And when the ship is parked, the tourists immediately scurry off and blurred into what resembles a colorful mush of gummy bears.
"Clomp, clomp, clomp, clomp, clomp" I find myself walking uncontrollably down the metal stairs towards this mush of gummy bears. Towards this tourist packed island. Towards people.
Likewise, I held a long conversation with myself in the mirror after waking up. And I decided that I should go to a place where it's full of people. Decided that talking to real people is more interesting than talking to a voice in your head, probably friendlier too. And thus after dinner I headed straight for the ferry which takes tourists to and fro an island, an island that has long established as a great summer vacationing place. And you know, old habits are hard to break. I sat in a seat far away from where people gathered, far away from the choking exhaust of cars, just far away from everything. A plain old seat, alone by itself, rusting away on the very end of the ship.
I gazed out to the horizon and was immediately made motionless. Made motionless by the majestic blue lake, glistening under the setting sun. The dark blue sky, tainted with streaks of orange. And the bright white stars, glowing in midst of confusing patterns and shapes that I have yet to acquire the vision to see. Soon the conversations that I was hearing clearly are slowly becoming a blur, a humming in my ear. I slipped into a hypnotized stage, hypnotized by the impressive yet soothing view.
And all of a sudden the captain blows the horn.
I gasped, swallowing down a mouthful of cold air dampened by the lake. I got up, knowing that we are nearing the destination and was amazed to see how the captain had easily made the already impatient tourists just that much more impatient with a simple blow of the horn.
And when the ship is parked, the tourists immediately scurry off and blurred into what resembles a colorful mush of gummy bears.
"Clomp, clomp, clomp, clomp, clomp" I find myself walking uncontrollably down the metal stairs towards this mush of gummy bears. Towards this tourist packed island. Towards people.
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