Gerald has no idea what he's in for today. All dolled-up. Pretty. Gerald waits for me to talk.
"I don't know what's in the envelope, Gerald." I say, and I really don't. Well, I know all the things that it could be, so I therefore know why it hums and why there is barbed wire balled up inside me from my ass to my hairline.
"So, it's meaningful to you." Gerald dim-wittingly asks.
Why doesn't he understand? What is it about this man who has been asking me questions for 3 months that makes him want to continue to ask me ridiculous, nonsensical question after question until I pound him about the head with the unforgiving force of my ravenous, milk-soaked manikin, Rhonda. What is it?
Although Rhonda is an innocent manikin, she is quite strong-willed. And very firm.
"Yes, Gerald, meaningful," I spout.
"Gerald, why not ask me what's on your mind? Do me a favor. Spit it out. Are you awake?"
Here's the thing, Gerald only knows what I've told him. Like you, he hasn't lived my days. Days recently lived with the realization that people will generally turn their scars into pain for others, if given the chance. Free will? Yes, but it's held hostage by emotions and feelings and crap that even the strongest people can't seem to escape from.
Lastwords.com gave good people a chance to reinvent and remind family of unconditional love. It also gave assholes a chance to create irreconcilable torture in the form of vengeance. No mercy.
"I don't know what's in the envelope, Gerald." I say, and I really don't. Well, I know all the things that it could be, so I therefore know why it hums and why there is barbed wire balled up inside me from my ass to my hairline.
"So, it's meaningful to you." Gerald dim-wittingly asks.
Why doesn't he understand? What is it about this man who has been asking me questions for 3 months that makes him want to continue to ask me ridiculous, nonsensical question after question until I pound him about the head with the unforgiving force of my ravenous, milk-soaked manikin, Rhonda. What is it?
Although Rhonda is an innocent manikin, she is quite strong-willed. And very firm.
"Yes, Gerald, meaningful," I spout.
"Gerald, why not ask me what's on your mind? Do me a favor. Spit it out. Are you awake?"
Here's the thing, Gerald only knows what I've told him. Like you, he hasn't lived my days. Days recently lived with the realization that people will generally turn their scars into pain for others, if given the chance. Free will? Yes, but it's held hostage by emotions and feelings and crap that even the strongest people can't seem to escape from.
Lastwords.com gave good people a chance to reinvent and remind family of unconditional love. It also gave assholes a chance to create irreconcilable torture in the form of vengeance. No mercy.
