Now is there any reason in particular as to why you're such a fucking moron? Dead ass...
A lanky physically unintimidating man once quietly lost in a reflective state of makeshift meditation reliving moments long past exclaimed internally though just loud enough to catch the attention of any nearby individual not lost in their own bustling thoughts. Of course, if he had actually felt comfortable enough to dare let said thoughts escape his now reasonably chapped lips to then vocalize; no doubt eager to congregate with the stale humid air and nigh-visible dead skin flakes invading his personal space the timid apartment held captive. Though as meager and near futile of an attempt to sooth the remains of what little fine threads of sanity lye worn and tattered strewn throughout his fatigued mind, Dash knew at this very moment in time every little bit surely counted.
After all... judging from the average make of the only entrance and exit of his new unlikely prison reduced to nothing more than an unwilling means of support for his now fully agitated back, the truth became clearer than crystal. Unsympathetic, unbiased, impartial... stomach acid churned steadily while he weighed out his options coming to terms with the reality of his situation at a freshly salted snail's pace. He hadn't the luxury of ignoring the obvious conclusion he wouldn't be waking up from this "dream" or snapping out of some "bizarre unexpected hallucination." Especially considering the fact each of the well camouflaged, weathered lines of age the thick oak door wore as proud badges of honor seemingly burned their own small hole in the back of his nappy afro via stern unapologetic glares had no interest whatsoever in granting his freedom. Five flustered quick turns of the metallic knob soon after he'd first awoke a few minutes ago both dazed and confused arrogantly assured him of this despite the determined threats his grasp hadn't made light - hardening a little more after each one.
No... years of self acceptance and personal revelation pertaining to the vastness of his fully matured and peaked imagination had finally drove home what the inanimate object before him fell short soon after their initial acquaintance. Just before he had mustered up the necessary courage to provide answers his skeptical skewed mind could live with through physical exploration. ...The door hadn't opened. It simply hadn't budged from the spot. Never in his lifetime was there a dream or drug induced mirage where he wasn't in complete and total control of with unprecedented precision. He often bowled with the planets using the stars as pins, engulfed intergalactic armies with a single golf clap, maintained the love and affection of all whom were privileged enough to bask in his omnipresence.
Exceptions now weren't a viable conclusion... they just... shouldn't be. ...Right?
Only the cruel barbaric charm of shear reality could make an epiphany of this nature hit this fucking hard and as he stood up from his lair now convinced every sense alert and his equilibrium remained intact, he cautiously began his trek toward in the main room. Clutching his iPod for dear life completely unsure of what or who exactly waited for him. The headphones dangling lifeless inches away from scraping the ground below pumping out a steady blend of Hip Hop considered far below the surface invisible to Hollywood's prying eyes, but the urban melody loud enough to shake any cobwebs nearby as the master of ceremonies did exactly what he did best. And though the unnatural fatigue of the enigmatic black sphere's transferring process had just started to wash over him with each solid step, he couldn't help but nervously lip sync to the song. Yet another attempt to calm and prepare him for the uncertainty of whatever this ridiculous day was sure to offer later on...
"Now if you've seen it or heard it, maybe probably I did it
Maybe or maybe not, I'll admit what I've committed
Exhibit the truth because I'm living proof why
I had no disguise, no verdict, no alibi..."
Last edited by 1 Hit Point; 06-18-2009 at 02:29 PM.
In order to 'acknowledge' the 'irony' I would have to learn two new words today.
...And I'm not going to do that.