From: sikkinixx666@hotmail.com
Newsgroups: alt.slack
The following is admittedly formless, badly written,
and the point
is sketchy at best. Enjoy :)
About 4 this morning, I'm at Denny's, quietly enjoying
my country
slam and soaking up the strung out, desperate and lonely
ambience of
the predawn as it can only be enjoyed in the corner
booth of a
greasehouse. I had not even finished my first pot of
coffee when I
heard a voice exclaim "Oh my god, it's you!! I
didn't recognize
you!!". I turned around, sick with dread at the
familiar lift at the
end of the sentence; the one that makes them all sound
like questions.
My eyes confirmed what my tranquility feared, "Shannon"
from high
school, "yeah we had history together, remember?"
Unfortunately, yes.
Well, I guess knowing her had *some* good points. We
were the *smart
chicks* in the class; she was on the student council,
peer leader, and
always had her homework done on time, typed in a plastic
cover. I, on
the other hand, occupied the *smart freak* role in this
particular
school, straight A's if I wasn't stoned or sleeping.
Basically she
covered for me when I forgot to do an assignment or
term paper. Anyway,
we get into a converstaion about how much different
I look now. In
high school, I wore all black, chains and spikes; openly
played against
Them. Now, I look like every bleach blonde emptyminded
skunt
cheerleader and Baywatch clone I've ever despised.
"Shannon" wanted to
know why, so because I had more eggs left and the coffe
refills are
free, I decided to indulge her.
My theory is that since being myself only got a mudhole
stomped in
proverbial ass, if I can *act* like the *opposite* of
myself, I can get
what I want. So far, it's worked. Acting like I don't
have clue,
giggling at things that aren't funny, tossing my hair
for no reason at
all........it's gotten me farther in months than *expressing
my
individuality lalala* did in YEARS. I am honing the
art, learning to
issue bullshit forth to fertilize their puny minds until
I can harvest
their money, then I release some locusts on the way
out, but thats more
for kicks.
"Shannon" thinks it isn't right. She thinks
a smart girl like me
could work hard and "make something of myself".
It's sad to see her
fall into that trap, like so many with that glimmer
of potential do.
Doomed to forever push Lever A, I got a pellet last
time; never
thinking to try B or C. Sure, B shocks you, but C gives
you *3
pellets* every time.
After about an hour of arguing about whether its
morally(?) wrong to
decieve people for personal gain, she left. I don't
think its the bad
kind of deception, though. Its the kind reserved for
people to whom
the truth would disturbing. I don't think Drunk Businessman
#264 needs
or wants to know of my abormalities; if he did, he wouldn't
give me his
money. And he LIKES giving me his money, else why would
he do it? Why
the fuck am I expected to protect people from their
own stupidity?
Rev. Sikki
"There he goes, one of God's own prototypes; a
high powered mutant of
some kind, never even considered for mass production.
Too weird to
live, too rare to die." Hunter S, Thompson
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