Sharing the Hate
A cloaked figure casually strolls down an abandoned alley loosely lit by the neon glow of an open sign while the fresh tomato basil aroma permeates the immediate area. On second though, is it a fresh tomato basil aroma or a stale tomato basil aroma? Perhaps several hours ago the aroma was fresh, but now it is stale.
That would explain how the aroma made its way this far from the shop. The alley is desolate, and the perfect place to emerge from the shadows into the mainstream just long enough to strike and dart back into hiding. Of all the things to twirl between his right fingers, a stick of chalk would be the least expected, but the most needed for tonightâ€™s adventures. Checking his pocket, he did remember to bring his lighter as well. The other material components such as intoxicants, stimulants, and test subjects are just around the corner.
Pizza is on sale this time of night, before the hordes of weekend warriors run amuck until the wee hours of the dawn before retreating into a state of sullen regret. Pizza is on sale this time of night, because the only people about are those that will cater to the weekend warriors in less than 2 hours time. Pizza is on sale this time of night, because those people who cater to the weekend warrior have grown tired of Pizza, and do not covet it.
The sale is the only way to draw them inside to partake in warm sticky gooey bread. If the price is low enough, perhaps the store will see a demand. Pizza is only on sale this time of night, because no one wants to eat Pizza. The ironic tale of supply and demand told in such a cruel fashion on a night such as this. How sad is the world when one does not covet Pizza? Pizza might be called the worldâ€™s most perfect food to those that are aware of the impact Pizza has on group dynamics. It is all in the tells, all in the tells.
The open-faced sandwich, meant for your traveling party to share, topped with a mixture of the essential food groups combine your clique into one common unit. Tear from the central pot of nutrients and share your tales of bravery and woe. Tear from the edges in unison and enjoy the company of your comrades. Fold and stuff it quickly into your mouth if you do not want to enjoy it, or take small precious bites to savor the moment.
There is so much to learn about a group of people by simply watching them eat communal food. You can see who the Alphas are, as they take first, fold in half, and then sit back boasting. You can see who the pleasers are as they take last, and also fold in half to be able to sit back and make sure everyone elseâ€™s needs are met. You can see who the outsiders are as they wearily take with a lack of confidence, and will follow the movements of the Alpha not folding to keep themselves occupied with eating. Those just under the Alphas, the lieutenants, will take before the outsiders and they will not fold out of defiance. This all happens without anyone realizing it. Given enough time these lieutenants will stand up to the Alpha, just give it time.
Watch carefully next time, and see how the Alpha, or lieutenants treats his significant other in this case. Does he take her for granted? If so, he will take for himself and let her, fend for herself. He does not care about her needs, and she is miserable for it. Does the lieutenant take before the Alphaâ€™s significant other? If so you can be sure that the Alpha not only takes her for granted, but also does not even want her present. Does the Alpha mock the lieutenant for being kind to his significant other? How does the lieutenant respond? That response will show you his true level of defiance.
This group as described is the easiest to cripple. Simply start by talking to the one who takes last, and then pull away with those that lack confidence. Odds are they lack confidence and stick around because they are interested in the Alpha or the Alphaâ€™s significant other. Give them something else to chase and a better chance for success. They will be yours to command. You merely present them with an out.
At least one dozen, possibly more, weekend warriors will fight ferociously against their own inner demons and lose. These fallen warriors will lose more than their tomorrow, but their dignity and their will to carry forward retreating into the inner recesses of their habitual droning. The harder one fights against one self the more one will end up losing when they fall. Run from yourself and smash into your own wall you spent years building. It exists to trap you inside more so than to keep others out.
A slight drizzle causes the droplets of water to bounce off his cap as he pushes hit hat back onto his head using his left hand. The water stings ever so slightly. The water makes its way inside the bandage touching the last of the open wounds from punching the mirror so many weeks ago. Glancing down at his pocket watch, I notice the time on the LCD screen says 19:47. Time to set up camp where despair meets regret and go on a recruiting mission. I think I might be in the mood to pretend to eat Pizza later this evening.
I continue to hate this world with every ounce of my being, and will one day find a way to…. I guess that last statement actually lacks a solid conclusion. To try to induce a conclusion there is laudable if not down right laughable in the process. There goes my ego again, screaming to claim significance among the insignificant. What will I do? What could I do?
It is not as if I could simply trade this world for another physically or metaphysically.
Instead, I could sit and continue to gaze at the stars while anthropomorphically personifying some elaborate concept transcending levels of spirituality. There would be a great debate on cause and effect due to the mind grappling with reason and conscience. It is a virtuous internal debate on immorality and ethics. (continue reading…)
I think a smile or a smirk flashed across my face earlier this evening. Definitely, a grin stretched from ear to ear as I drank deeply of a different substance than what would be considered the standard quaffing. It was a crowning achievement in my progression actually. The grimace was that of accomplishment. I remember it quite well the look upon her face as I sucked what little essence and soul clean out of her now hollow husk with one passionate embrace.
It is standard practice for a necromancer to not only communicate (continue reading…)
When rolling on the tumultuous waves one has quite a bit of time on their hands. There is time to stare into the water and take in a reflection. A reflection of how one sees themselves against the currents and tides. There is time to be at one with nature and the surrounding environment. There is time to plot a course, and stay true to that course with the tools at hand such as paddle, sail, map, and compass. There is a whole lot of time, because as per the usual time is standing still as I continue to move forward.
Cupping the water gently up to my lips, the water tastes of despair. Despair tastes very bitter. Bitter is one of the tastes the tongue can specifically differentiate when tasting food such as salts, sours, and sweets. Bitter supposedly triggers a response in the brain that one should not eat the food since it is poisonous. (continue reading…)
I hear the waves crashing in the distance. These waves, powered by the gravitational force of the moon are always at high tide. The high tide occasionally rises higher, but one would never call the valley low tide if it were higher than it was yesterday. The water still rises, and with the rising water comes the need to build a bigger wall. We all protect ourselves with our self-made walls. Some walls are tall and thin, others are short and thick. Still yet, others are tall and thick. Typically, the less one has to protect the bigger and thicker the wall is. What possibly could a human maggot try to protect within the confines of their barrier wall?
Your construction of that wall will give more away to the trained eye than what you are trying to protect. (continue reading…)
This piece comes with a disclaimer: Read at your own risk, and I am not responsible if you are disturbed by its content. If anyone knew what my senior design project in college should have been, you know where this is coming from. I only lacked buy-in from the professors and willing donors. I came close to making it a reality. This is a new twist on an old trade, and I will call it version 2.0. Albeit, this apparoach is more practical and able to become a reality.
If people are a consumable and renewable resource, what good can they be for? Let us start with the basics and elaborate on possible ways to consume thy neighbor. Some say people find the utmost peace by the water while others say the ocean is a frightful place of the unknown. Did we come from the water? The answer is (continue reading…)
Humans are a renewable and consumable resource. Like maggots, if one mange to kill one off, there are thousands to take their place just as quick as the first one vanishes. This covers all humans, and not just bands or artists. Often times, they do not even wait for one to disappear before a flock of new ones pop up. Each one is just as consumable in the right session to serve a purpose.
That is the true definition of good vs. evil. Good is the ability for one person to serve a purpose to society as a whole. Evil is when one not only knows that good is the ability to serve a purpose, but one can craft that knowledge to serve oneâ€™s own purpose for selfish intent and motives. If the outcome of an evil action is good, does that make the action itself any less evil? (continue reading…)
I am a constant witness to walking death. Not the physical state in which one being ceases to exist. This is a different kind of death. This is a metaphysical death. This type of death is where one being ceases to exist in the mind of another. The type of death that happens at 2:30 or 3 in the morning as the night wanes and the morning rises. Each night is a lifetime, and that lifetime has strangers making friends and breaking friendships all in the same night. People learn lessons, and then they forget them. These lesson happened so long ago.
Each minute becomes a month in the short lifespan of this one night, and this one night is not specific to any given night. (continue reading…)
The inner monologue continues to taunt me. As opposed to getting angry at the voice, I decided today to let the voice sooth me. Instead of lashing back with a witty remark to its biting sarcasm, I just listened. Probably for the first time in ages, I simply sat back and listened to my own voice as opposed to arguing with it.
This time around there was no deafening silence. There was no numbing sadness, rage, or hate. The voices actually made sense, and in that moment, I realized the voices had won. (continue reading…)
There is a certain truth in the fact that everyone will die, and his or her being will simply cease to exist. There is one additional truth to that axiom, which most people will fail to realize until they are on that deathbed. The truth is not only does an individual die, they die alone. Utterly alone, in pain, and in anguish if they are lucky. Unless they pass suddenly from pain and anguish built up over years of excess.
Movies glorify one on their deathbed, (continue reading…)