Why a Chair?
Why do you give me a chair? On my 16th birthday you give me a chair. You make a fool out of me, one this, my 16th birthday. But I still wonder: why a chair?
Chairs are good for sitting on but not for eating with friends. Good for hitting people but not for hitting rats. What is wrong with you? You, are disturbed. And I shall hit you with your gift.
SMASH!
Are you happy? I've smashed a chair over your head. I shall let you bleed. May you die in a puddle of your bloody urine and red vomit. Die not a man but a mouse. A small white mouse eating the life away from itself.
But hark! The sirens call. For you have sounded the alarm Harriet. And you shall be punished for it. May your head cut off quickly and painlessly so you have enough life inside for me you show you your limp pale body of which I loath.
SLICE!
It is no use screaming now. Your larnex in your body yaws at such a level I wish to shove excrement down it. But yet, you have now died. But you saw what I wanted you to see and now I shall take care of other manners.
To the garage.
Hello Marcus. Blood? It is juice. You shant not worry. What are you doing may I ask? Holding a pipe in place while you drill it? Oh. Why am I loosening it? Why only to inspect your work...AND TO SQUEESE YOUR PUTRID HEAD IN!
Your screams will go unanwsered here. For I have killed everyone. Why do you stare at me with ice? I hate that stare. So I shall remove your eyes!
GOUGE!
Do not worry Marcus the pain will only last for several more hours before you're soiled blood drips out so far that you become as pale as marble and die a death that is too good for the likes of you. You still do not seize to wail. So I shall tighten this instrument on your cranium.
TWIST!
Your pink brains do not impress me. As they pour out of your eye sockets I feel nothing but pity for your dullness and stupidity.
Do I hear rapping?
Officer, nice to see you could come for my orgy of gore. Hahah!-
Disturbing but answers the question of what kind of a chair was given. The Electric One. :lol:
did u actually sit there and type all that out?
The wired is a world where inhabitions are non-existant because people feel they are invisiable. Thus they feel like they are invinciable and becaome the people they fear to be. Is this any reason to abandon your body? Why? If you can be yourself unseen why can you not do so seen? Is not reality a construct created from the halluciations of a lucid mind trying to find an anchor in a place of infinity? And is not infinity merely a place that only exists in the mind, because it does not exist in the realm of the concious mind? But the concious mind is only an illusion born of the Gaia mind. So then what is the point except to be?
Greater Valia
15-05-2004, 04:53
Why do you give me a chair? On my 16th birthday you give me a chair. You make a fool out of me, one this, my 16th birthday. But I still wonder: why a chair?
Chairs are good for sitting on but not for eating with friends. Good for hitting people but not for hitting rats. What is wrong with you? You, are disturbed. And I shall hit you with your gift.
SMASH!
Are you happy? I've smashed a chair over your head. I shall let you bleed. May you die in a puddle of your bloody urine and red vomit. Die not a man but a mouse. A small white mouse eating the life away from itself.
But hark! The sirens call. For you have sounded the alarm Harriet. And you shall be punished for it. May your head cut off quickly and painlessly so you have enough life inside for me you show you your limp pale body of which I loath.
SLICE!
It is no use screaming now. Your larnex in your body yaws at such a level I wish to shove excrement down it. But yet, you have now died. But you saw what I wanted you to see and now I shall take care of other manners.
To the garage.
Hello Marcus. Blood? It is juice. You shant not worry. What are you doing may I ask? Holding a pipe in place while you drill it? Oh. Why am I loosening it? Why only to inspect your work...AND TO SQUEESE YOUR PUTRID HEAD IN!
Your screams will go unanwsered here. For I have killed everyone. Why do you stare at me with ice? I hate that stare. So I shall remove your eyes!
GOUGE!
Do not worry Marcus the pain will only last for several more hours before you're soiled blood drips out so far that you become as pale as marble and die a death that is too good for the likes of you. You still do not seize to wail. So I shall tighten this instrument on your cranium.
TWIST!
Your pink brains do not impress me. As they pour out of your eye sockets I feel nothing but pity for your dullness and stupidity.
Do I hear rapping?
Officer, nice to see you could come for my orgy of gore. Hahah!-
what the fack is this? in the immortal words of jules from pulp fiction, "this is some fuc'ked up repuganat shit!"
really, what are you bitching about?
Clam Fart Ampersand
15-05-2004, 04:54
Anyway...
ACMM Turf
15-05-2004, 04:59
In some kind of demented way, I found that funny.
Niccolo Medici
15-05-2004, 06:20
In some kind of demented way, I found that funny.
I was wondering if those are the lyrics to some song or another. I seem to recall hearing of some stupid contraversy over such things.
Decently written, with some errors in the text. Could use a bit more development in the charactor's actions, either increased medical-detachment in the descriptions or more anger in the narritive. As it is, it kinda waffles between the two, which is okay, but I find it a little flat.
Soviet Haaregrad
15-05-2004, 07:03
Makes me think of CombatWoundedVeteran lyrics.
FOXX! I loved it. keep up the good work.
Ulna Dim
16-05-2004, 06:49
My love I gave you a chair, because I need you.
And if I had not you would have left me, thus betraying me and making our love a mockary.
But you are pure just like our love and must always stay that way. So I gave you a chair.
And there, there is the fire I warmed myself at. No pain...no pain like betrayal. But you have not betrayed me as I have you. For I leave you to the cruel. So cruel to leave you, with a smile in my heart and a laugh on my lips.
I love you.
Argh. Matters not manners. SQUEEZE not SQUEESE, and mention a vice directly instead of just implying one - it's confusing. Cease to wail instead of sieze to wail. What is this soiled blood driping out, a very confusing image? And why if you want to exsanguate Marcus do you crush his skull in the vice? Oh and is Harriet the name of the person you use the chair on? If so why call her a man, or is Harriet a man although the name is very rare for men? This is most confusing imagery, please be a little more organized and coherent in your mayham in the future.
Kernlandia
16-05-2004, 07:11
Argh. Matters not manners. SQUEEZE not SQUEESE, and mention a vice directly instead of just implying one - it's confusing. Cease to wail instead of sieze to wail. What is this soiled blood driping out, a very confusing image? And why if you want to exsanguate Marcus do you crush his skull in the vice? Oh and is Harriet the name of the person you use the chair on? If so why call her a man, or is Harriet a man although the name is very rare for men? This is most confusing imagery, please be a little more organized and coherent in your mayham in the future.
you're right, but i think you mean mayhem?
My love I gave you a chair, because I need you.
And if I had not you would have left me, thus betraying me and making our love a mockary.
But you are pure just like our love and must always stay that way. So I gave you a chair.
And there, there is the fire I warmed myself at. No pain...no pain like betrayal. But you have not betrayed me as I have you. For I leave you to the cruel. So cruel to leave you, with a smile in my heart and a laugh on my lips.
I love you.
I told everyone you were nuts, but then they believe me nooooo! But they will now I'm printing this out and photocopying and taping it everywhere! Mwahahaha etc. and so forth.
Unibrows United
17-05-2004, 08:53
Just be glad you were given a chair and not a unibrow