Post by Alex on Jun 23, 2022 21:58:05 GMT -5
"...and suddenly there shined round about him a light from heaven: And he fell to the earth, and heard a voice saying unto him, Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me? And he said, Who art thou..."
He reads with such clarity... not the crisp and very clipped clarity of say a military officer, no nothing like that... his words are softer, his syllabels less aggressive, not just when reading but in speech in general...
"...And he trembling and astonished said, Lord, what wilt thou have me to do? And the Lord said unto him, Arise, and go into the city, and it shall be told thee what thou must do..."
... it's just they convey such... sincerity. He seems to always fully believe in what he says and he can go a long way towards making others believe it too! If it wasn't so fricking psychotic. Not that I'm suggesting the Good Book is psychotic... it's the twisted interpretations of it... you'll see what I mean!
So there ya go... perhaps we should take a moment to reflect on that.
The book closes with a soft WHOOMPH and now rests upon his knees as he sits bolt upright apart from his head bowed in God only knows what sort of sick and twisted prayers.
His audience lies perfectly still. As he always does. As he has done every minute of every day since... since the Kaos. And if he's reflecting on anything you can bet it's on a million more important things than Drama's story from the New testament.
So ya see... Saul was very much like yerself... heading down the wrong path.
He closes his eyes again and shakes his head sadly. He takes hold of the Patient's fingers as they portrude from mumified arms. He squeezes ever so gently. If the Patient had functioning muscles this would have resulted in gag reflex and probably vomiting.
I was headin down that path meself once ya know. Sigh. Dark days indeed lad! Praise be ta God I was found, praise be!
He dabs at a potential tear at the corner of his closed eye. The Patient is thankful that at least his eyelids still work. He has no escape from hearing the diatrabe, but at least he does not have to look at the perpatrator. Though he does not need to... the movements are so obvious he can HEAR them as they happen... such as the sound of the huge grin breaking onto the Visitor's face.
And I in turn....
...found you
This sends a chill down the Patient's spine that again... in any other body would have caused a shiver... any operational body that is.
I understand of course that ya may be strugglin to come ta terms with the greatness o this situation... ya don't seem ta be the sharpest knife in the drawer if ya don't mind me sayin so... but in time you'll learn me boy... in time you'll weep fer joy. You'll see how special you are... that the Lord Himself has chosen ya... fer just as He blinded Saul, He crippled you, via His messenger...
Every muscle and nerve end capable of movement in the Patient's body twitch unanimously in aggrevation.
You and I are now soldiers... I will be doin the physical work, whilst you will serve in a more Spirtual sence... and we will return through the gates of Hell itself Boy... not as punishment fer our sins, for we have felt the mercy of forgiveness...
The Patient is pretty sure that what he is feeling right now... or more specifically NOT feeling... is anything but merciful.
But we shall march into Hades and wage war with those who would go against His fatherly love... we destroy the false Idols you worshipped, the ones who led you to this very Day of Reckoning and we shall....
A horrible scratchy female voice: Excuse me... visiting hours are finishing up... the patients need their rest!
Now THAT is something the Patient recognizes as mercy!
Heheheh... yes of course... we have a long fight ahead of us. But don't worry... I'll be back tomorrow. Unlike yer false Idol, the Rose... I will be here with you always now. Sure, he's telling the world now that he cares about you... but sigh... those are very easy words to utter when the point of caring is long since passed. Ah well... like I say lad, ya have me now... and ferever!
He leans over and kisses the Pat...
sigh... he leans over and kisses ME on the forehead. I've been talking about myself in the third person because... well, because it's easier to pretend that way. I can pretend that the broken pile of flesh and bones is somebody else's prison and I'm just visiting. :ssad:
He leans over and kisses me on the forehead. I flinch as much as this broken body allows me. Which to any normal person would not even be perceivable. But this bastard perceives it.
Shhhh... there now, there now... ya can't struggle with yer destiny... and sure why would you want to struggle from such unconditional love. We've all made sacrifices me boy... we've all suffered losses in the war with Hell itself... but t'will all be ok if we have faith... shhhh... there now... hush Child....hush.
He leaves. Thank GOD! Or... well... I don't know God anymore... I mean... he talks about God all the time but... it can't be YOU God... can it? I mean I know we're supposed to only believe in one God but the God he prays to can't be the same one I do because... my God would not do this, not in the name of some twisted imaginery war... right?... God?
TICK... TOCK... TICK... TOCK...
Everything so loud... the silence... it washes over me and I wish it would sweep me away. It drowns me. I'M SCREAMING FROM THE TOP OF MY FRICKING LUNGS... and it drowns me out.
He does this to me every... fricking... day. He comes in and he wears me down. It's not enough that he's destroyed my physical being, but now he's grinding my soul on a goddamn cheese-grater!
The very moment it happened... that moment at Kaos... the moment I was supposed to become an Eggswah Supastah... ugh... I can't even THINK those words anymore without feeling a sense of repulsion!
That very moment I thought he had taken everything away from me. I was wrong.
Everyday he comes here and I'm trapped... and he goes into slow excrutiating details of how he's saved me... how he's driven away the bad influences in my life... Baz and Daz and Chaz don't come around here much no more... I'm pretty sure he's scared them off... My wife and kids, the same... God I hope their ok...
I never realized I had so many wonderful things in my life. Why wasn't I satisfied?
If only I could... ouch... sharp pain in my left... oh shit... not again...
SHUT UP MACHINE! Be quiet... maybe if the nurse doesn't hear you... maybe this time I can... I can just drift away... be at peace...
Nurse: Code Red! Code red in ward 7B... he's going into cardiac arrest... again!
Shut up bitch... leave me alone dammit... LET ME BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE....
OK, what's going on here...
Make space...
Where's the defibulator?...
Clear the airwaves...
This prick again, does he have any fight in him at all?
fuck it, we should let him die...
You kidding, my annual review is next week, he ain't dieing on my shift...
Oh no... oh no... not the juice... I can't stand the juice
Stand back... give him some juice...
y-Y-Y-Y-Y-yeeeeeeeeeooooooowwwwww..... DAMMIT... this always happens when he gets me really upset....
dammit, I don't know if anybody out there can hear me....
they say they have four complete walls in here....
and everybody else has deserted me so I don't expect any fanfans around...
but if anybody can hear me...
I don't think he's responding!
Dammit I thought this guy was supposed to be some wrestler or something!
OK stand back, clear the airwaves one more time!
PLEASE...
tell... ROSE...
tell... that... motherfucker...
that if he's serious about suddenly wanting to right this situation....
tell him to end my misery...
tell him to...
Ready?
Turn up the juice to max.
Clear!
please...
stop... the Drama :scry:
He reads with such clarity... not the crisp and very clipped clarity of say a military officer, no nothing like that... his words are softer, his syllabels less aggressive, not just when reading but in speech in general...
"...And he trembling and astonished said, Lord, what wilt thou have me to do? And the Lord said unto him, Arise, and go into the city, and it shall be told thee what thou must do..."
... it's just they convey such... sincerity. He seems to always fully believe in what he says and he can go a long way towards making others believe it too! If it wasn't so fricking psychotic. Not that I'm suggesting the Good Book is psychotic... it's the twisted interpretations of it... you'll see what I mean!
So there ya go... perhaps we should take a moment to reflect on that.
The book closes with a soft WHOOMPH and now rests upon his knees as he sits bolt upright apart from his head bowed in God only knows what sort of sick and twisted prayers.
His audience lies perfectly still. As he always does. As he has done every minute of every day since... since the Kaos. And if he's reflecting on anything you can bet it's on a million more important things than Drama's story from the New testament.
So ya see... Saul was very much like yerself... heading down the wrong path.
He closes his eyes again and shakes his head sadly. He takes hold of the Patient's fingers as they portrude from mumified arms. He squeezes ever so gently. If the Patient had functioning muscles this would have resulted in gag reflex and probably vomiting.
I was headin down that path meself once ya know. Sigh. Dark days indeed lad! Praise be ta God I was found, praise be!
He dabs at a potential tear at the corner of his closed eye. The Patient is thankful that at least his eyelids still work. He has no escape from hearing the diatrabe, but at least he does not have to look at the perpatrator. Though he does not need to... the movements are so obvious he can HEAR them as they happen... such as the sound of the huge grin breaking onto the Visitor's face.
And I in turn....
This sends a chill down the Patient's spine that again... in any other body would have caused a shiver... any operational body that is.
I understand of course that ya may be strugglin to come ta terms with the greatness o this situation... ya don't seem ta be the sharpest knife in the drawer if ya don't mind me sayin so... but in time you'll learn me boy... in time you'll weep fer joy. You'll see how special you are... that the Lord Himself has chosen ya... fer just as He blinded Saul, He crippled you, via His messenger...
Every muscle and nerve end capable of movement in the Patient's body twitch unanimously in aggrevation.
You and I are now soldiers... I will be doin the physical work, whilst you will serve in a more Spirtual sence... and we will return through the gates of Hell itself Boy... not as punishment fer our sins, for we have felt the mercy of forgiveness...
The Patient is pretty sure that what he is feeling right now... or more specifically NOT feeling... is anything but merciful.
But we shall march into Hades and wage war with those who would go against His fatherly love... we destroy the false Idols you worshipped, the ones who led you to this very Day of Reckoning and we shall....
A horrible scratchy female voice: Excuse me... visiting hours are finishing up... the patients need their rest!
Now THAT is something the Patient recognizes as mercy!
Heheheh... yes of course... we have a long fight ahead of us. But don't worry... I'll be back tomorrow. Unlike yer false Idol, the Rose... I will be here with you always now. Sure, he's telling the world now that he cares about you... but sigh... those are very easy words to utter when the point of caring is long since passed. Ah well... like I say lad, ya have me now... and ferever!
He leans over and kisses the Pat...
sigh... he leans over and kisses ME on the forehead. I've been talking about myself in the third person because... well, because it's easier to pretend that way. I can pretend that the broken pile of flesh and bones is somebody else's prison and I'm just visiting. :ssad:
He leans over and kisses me on the forehead. I flinch as much as this broken body allows me. Which to any normal person would not even be perceivable. But this bastard perceives it.
Shhhh... there now, there now... ya can't struggle with yer destiny... and sure why would you want to struggle from such unconditional love. We've all made sacrifices me boy... we've all suffered losses in the war with Hell itself... but t'will all be ok if we have faith... shhhh... there now... hush Child....hush.
He leaves. Thank GOD! Or... well... I don't know God anymore... I mean... he talks about God all the time but... it can't be YOU God... can it? I mean I know we're supposed to only believe in one God but the God he prays to can't be the same one I do because... my God would not do this, not in the name of some twisted imaginery war... right?... God?
TICK... TOCK... TICK... TOCK...
Everything so loud... the silence... it washes over me and I wish it would sweep me away. It drowns me. I'M SCREAMING FROM THE TOP OF MY FRICKING LUNGS... and it drowns me out.
He does this to me every... fricking... day. He comes in and he wears me down. It's not enough that he's destroyed my physical being, but now he's grinding my soul on a goddamn cheese-grater!
BEEP
The very moment it happened... that moment at Kaos... the moment I was supposed to become an Eggswah Supastah... ugh... I can't even THINK those words anymore without feeling a sense of repulsion!
That very moment I thought he had taken everything away from me. I was wrong.
BEEP.... BEEP....
Everyday he comes here and I'm trapped... and he goes into slow excrutiating details of how he's saved me... how he's driven away the bad influences in my life... Baz and Daz and Chaz don't come around here much no more... I'm pretty sure he's scared them off... My wife and kids, the same... God I hope their ok...
BEEP... BEEP..BEEP
I never realized I had so many wonderful things in my life. Why wasn't I satisfied?
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP
If only I could... ouch... sharp pain in my left... oh shit... not again...
BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP
SHUT UP MACHINE! Be quiet... maybe if the nurse doesn't hear you... maybe this time I can... I can just drift away... be at peace...
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
Nurse: Code Red! Code red in ward 7B... he's going into cardiac arrest... again!
Shut up bitch... leave me alone dammit... LET ME BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE....
....EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.....
OK, what's going on here...
Make space...
Where's the defibulator?...
Clear the airwaves...
This prick again, does he have any fight in him at all?
fuck it, we should let him die...
You kidding, my annual review is next week, he ain't dieing on my shift...
Oh no... oh no... not the juice... I can't stand the juice
Stand back... give him some juice...
CLICK
THUMP
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
THUMP
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
y-Y-Y-Y-Y-yeeeeeeeeeooooooowwwwww..... DAMMIT... this always happens when he gets me really upset....
dammit, I don't know if anybody out there can hear me....
they say they have four complete walls in here....
and everybody else has deserted me so I don't expect any fanfans around...
but if anybody can hear me...
I don't think he's responding!
Dammit I thought this guy was supposed to be some wrestler or something!
OK stand back, clear the airwaves one more time!
PLEASE...
tell... ROSE...
tell... that... motherfucker...
that if he's serious about suddenly wanting to right this situation....
tell him to end my misery...
tell him to...
Ready?
Turn up the juice to max.
Clear!
CLICK
THUMP
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
THUMP
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
please...
stop... the Drama :scry: