O'Geezy's*, Golden Corral or Famous Dave's are all good iffin' you've any of them near you. Either that or find someplace that does Greek and get some souvlaki or a nice gyro.
I'm not saying that to get your pity, because frankly, I don't want it. I'm just stating the facts. The cold hard facts. So frosty rock-solid cold you'd think somebody chopped off your manhood and left it out in the snow and then forgot about it until the next day. That's how cold them facts are, holmes.
Everybody gets their fifteen minutes of fame, so they say. What they forget to tell you is that those fifteen minutes aren't always at once. Sometimes, just sometimes, they come in three chunks of five minutes, or five chunks of three minutes, or so on. You get my drift.
Me? I get seconds. Half a minute at best before I get shoved back into the darkness. I work from the sidelines, helping others shine, but nobody really knows who I am. Perhaps my name might evoke a slight feeling of familiarity in you, making its place just at the tip of your tongue, but then it's gone just as quickly as it came, leaving nothing in your mouth but sticky and slimy dissatisfaction.
I had dreams. But dreams are false. They're imaginary, just like your mother's love for you. All that's left is disappointment and a withered old hag telling you that "it should have been you who died in that roller coaster crash, not your brother". Because that's the truth. The cold hard truth. Truth and facts are interchangeable.
I once flew near the top, just like Icarus, but God hates posers, and threw me back down. I clawed my way back up, only to find that the sky was an illusion, a dome. There was no freedom anywhere. I was trapped, caged in this prison of my own making.
I suppose that's how it's always been. How it's always going to be. The second stringer, the guy besides or below the famous one, the unknown figure standing by the bridge. I'll never be the main event, just the forgotten side dish.
I'll never be Breakin' 2, because I'll always be Electric Boogaloo.
I am become subtitle... and I can become nothing else.
This post has been edited by BlorgAlmighty: Oct 1 2012, 17:04
I've decided to stay here till like 9 or 10 pm reading texts and trying to figure out if I should borrow books from the library to help me with my courses. It's still 1 pm.
He did the deed one fateful evening, yet nobody knew why.
There was no short amount of discussion over this controversial affair. After all, he had been quite notorious, and his decision was one that someone of his position simply did not make. There was too much at stake, too much to be lost and too little to be gained by doing something like that.
Some thought he had to be insane. That was, for them, the only explanation. After all, anybody with an ounce of sanity in their head wouldn't have even thought about doing it. You had to be out of your mind to make that decision, and since he had done exactly that... the answer was obvious enough, no? They'd shrug and shake their heads in an infuriatingly knowing matter as they said this, as if they themselves were the paragon of common sense.
Others posited that he was simply tired, and wished to end it all. The burden of being a public figure must have been far too heavy for him. He had sought his fifteen minutes of fame and gotten far more than he'd bargained for, they claimed. They cited sayings they claimed to have heard from acquaintances, as if proximity to those who were distinctly connected to him lend any sort of credibility at all.
A few select, possibly insane, thought he had been brainwashed, controlled against his will. They raged against the institution, the government, the secret cabals hiding in the shadows that supposedly controlled everyone else. In their deluded minds, they and they alone were the ones capable of seeing the truth.
But none of them even suspected that he might have done it for love. This was only to be expected. In this world where cynicism rule supreme, there was no room for idealism. Love was a concept alien to its jaded denizens. Thus they had no idea at all.
No idea about how much he loved her. How much she captivated him. Not just her beauty, but her sheer strength of character, had shaven away the layers of his hardened heart to free the emotions hidden within. How she made him feel alive, as an individual, as opposed to a public figure whose facade had been predetermined by the masses. Her wildness that could not be tamed only served to enhance her appeal. He loved every bit of her, even her flighty mood swings and migratory tendency to move form place to place, never being content to stay fixated.
She had never approved of what he did, and nothing he could say would convince her otherwise. Perhaps this was because he himself agreed with her, deep down, though he would never be willing to admit it. Or so he thought. She had vanished one day, leaving behind a note, and as he stood by their empty nest reading a letter, he wept and realized that she had been right all along.
And so he made his choice.
The chicken crossed the road one fateful evening, to follow the wild goose.
It's not rage-inducing, just tiresome. I simply pretend to be outraged. I actually do like the song. :3
On a side note, bought myself a month of Crunchyroll so I could use it on my phone. So far, I've watched the last episode of Horizon season II and I'm pretty happy. No more need to lug around my PSP.
I do with Crunchyroll had Boku was Tomodachi but I still got tons of shit I can watch.
Like Sword Art Online.
I can also rewatch stuff I like. Such as Working!! and Fate/zero. Or Nisemonogatari.
Or I can finish watching stuff. Like Persona 4. Or THE iDOLM@STER.
False-Edit: Actually just checked and they don't have it I guess. They also don't have Bakemonogatari, but I got the DVDs for that. Also dang, they don't got Steins;Gate.
Lurking with Blorg the Almighty, I'm not dead you fucks.
Sep 27 2012, 09:43
