Who I was before the accident is just a story now.

[Aevus]

It isn't even a story that I tell, for fuck's sake. Let em' have it, though. It isn't my story anymore. I'm rewriting my story. Filling in all the blanks with vibrance and flair. Colouring outside the lines just because I can. I'm writing my story upon every surface, horizontal and vertical alike. I'm writing my story with whatever writing implement I have on hand, or whatever smearable substance I have ON my hand. I'll write my story right across your pale, awkward face.

This morning, I found myself in a living room I didn't decorate. Nude from the eyebrows down. I suppose I got off lucky in that the only bruising I acquired was that of my ego. It began to heal the moment I left the scene in search of caffeine and croissants.

I found a single blue shoe on my way home. An adult sized blue shoe. Who loses just the one shoe and somehow continues on without noticing? It had a unicorn painted on the side. Sparkles and all. An inner child living deep inside the meat sack that is me was delighted.

I'm not sure where I'm going. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever. Time is the enemy, and somehow also the most precious commodity in the known universe. I've got to get it out. All of it. I need it out.

Here it begins.

 

[butters]

I'll write my story right across your pale, awkward face.

so you're the one responsible for hastag's scribble-face?

and... i'm coming back to read your second installment. you remind me of someone here before who used to have a baby reading a newspaper on a potty av way back when

 

[Brains_N_Boobs]

 

[Aevus]

you remind me of someone here before who used to have a baby reading a newspaper on a potty av way back when

I remind you of the babe? What babe? The babe of the power? What power? The power of voodoo! Who do? You do! Remind me of the babe!

A classic babe, to be sure.

 

[Aevus]

Your steed is a brindle bundle of love. What a handsome chap.

 

[Aevus]

I thought I'd spend the day lost amongst my thoughts. A rough week still biting at my heels, I thought I'd relax within my own mind for the day. Lounge around and stare at the tattered drapes behind my eyes.

Instead, an old lady threw a heavy metal teapot in my general direction. That bumbling old biddy broke my big toe! Now I am walking like a rapper with the unmistakable limp of a fake gun shot wound.

I laid in the grass out behind the main house. Stared at the sly sky and tried not to cry. I spotted a bunny, a circus elephant, and a gynecologist in the clouds. They rolled overhead, and all I could do was watch them pass me by whilst I tried not to cry. I'm tough, but not tough enough.

My bulbous big toe is definitely the gold star of the day. It hurts so much, I don't even fancy a roll in the hay. Fuck this day anyway.

 

[FataMorgana]

Your posts sound a bit like Tim Curry's Lord of Darkness.

 

[Aevus]

Your posts sound a bit like Tim Curry's Lord of Darkness.

Ah! What a legend!

 

[Sean]

It reads like Kafka meets Proust as run through Google translate.

 

[Aevus]

It reads like Kafka meets Proust as run through Google translate.

It's been years, man.

 

[iso36]

“Nude from the eyebrows down.” ; a lovely turn of phrase.

 

[FataMorgana]

Unfortunately some on here are "dead from the eyebrows up."

 

[Brains_N_Boobs]