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"Jamison’s Journal: Entry #1"

Prodi G

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— ACT I — Reflection

I stand in a room all alone, my HEART FULL OF HATRED. My life, my city, my hopes, my dreams, ain’t even a START FOR WHATS TAKEN. I lie in my CIRCLE OF ASHES, in the middle of the dilapidated CITY OF SCARS. So tell me what’s the point of being VERBAL IN MATCHES, when the only thing PRETTY IN CARS is the rotted dead bodies that WAIT INSIDE. A heart beating in the fetid capital of destruction, for it only to be a remnant of what was left, a hollow shell, a GREAT DISGUISE. I wander off onto the edge of oblivion, with all my tattered memories behind, as I stare down death in its HATEFUL EYES. We took advantage of all we had, such WASTEFUL FLIES. Till we got squattted down by our “BENEVOLENT” MASTERS. Is it a coincidence that most of the accused are our THE PREVALENT PASTORS. We let our city go to shit, lit our LIVES UP IN FLAMES, we all thought we were free but we were all TIED UP IN CHAINS. Misbelieved our actions would have effect but EFFECTIVELY PROVED WRONG. So god gave up on our race and COLLECTIVELY MOVED ON. But it was our fault to begin with, we were our own SELF RIGHTEOUS SUICIDE, Jesus died for our sins, and we go ahead and kill OURSELVES RIGHT BY the SEWER SIDE. 

— Act II — Exploration

I move on past the DILAPIDATED  SHIT, nothing exists anymore except FOR AMPUTATED LIMBS, and the skeletal remains of DECAPITATED PIMPS. The sunlight glimmers over our BURNING HELL-HOLE, moving past the ashen remains of all that ceased to exist while having a YEARNING FELL SOUL. There is nothing left here but tragedy, BARBED CHOIRS, BONFIRES, and the sins of our fathers before us. The RAZOR BLADES LAYS A STRAY path across this PHASED BLAZE we used to call home. Needles polluting my mind, and RAPING MY SOUL, TAKING CONTROL. EPHEMERAL SPIRITS of our inEVITABLE LIMITS splayed across our city proving humanity is nothing but filth. I move towards the BLAZING SUN, into the carnivorous deserts profound precinct. I find a lonely girl even more alone than I, with tears in her EYES, crying for all, PRAISING NONE. I took her under my wing, and try to guide her back to the safehaven, THE CITY. But as wander to yonder way I feel ‘none, BUT PITY. Sadness eventuallly ENCOMPASSES THE BOTH OF US. As I start questioning my sanity, the mental SUBSTANCES OF THE BOTH OF US. Will we manage to escape and live our lives TOGETHER? Our will we be tied down and defeated, tied to the wall and live our lives bound BY LEATHER.

— Act III — Realization

 Finally I’m sance once more, fine IN THE HEAD. That girl from earlier, she’s now lying IN THE BED. Sleeping so soundly, so comfortably, despite the horrible conditions. Or the fact that I accidentally stained the pillow and sheets a CRIMSON RED. The “dye” spread all across her pretty little head, falling down the RUSTED DEBRIS, falling in small droplets, and in small rivers. Us being together is my TRUSTED DECREE. As she is forever bound to the bed and CRUSTED TO ME. But my trusted tool lies beside her beautiful face, now BARE AND FLESH. As the signature of the glass share writes across my chest, BARON DEATH. I look through my delusional notes and nearly throw up at what I HAD DONE. Curb stomped her head off the near melted iron of the rebar, splattered her head ACROSS THE WALL. So then I searched through her wallet and found the biggest LOSS OF THEM ALL, she HAD SONS. I sit now in a pool of my own blood, and think about what had happened. I think back to the very first day that I met her, the day that taking care of her was my GREATEST HOBBY. And realized a detail that made my skin crawl and my soul sunder to the very gods of the planet, she was already dead, I brought back a lifeless SADIST BODY.

— Act IV — Contortion

I’m BUTCHERING HER BODY NOW, last of wet cement beside me, her body beside me, WORKING INTO SOLID GROUND. Slamming her face into the mud, turning her teeth into mush, what’s lest of her scalp is TURNING TO A SQUALID CROWN. Knife edges parting the sides of her face, splitting twisted smiles, not YEARNING FOR A  PARTED FROWN. Rummaging through her rotted maggot infested guts, seeing my sorrow, COVERING IN RED. Hammer smash her teeth into her throat, take the anvil and start SMOTHERING HER HEAD. Teeth turned into a fetid paste, could she be alive? Either shes SUFFERING TILL DEAD. Take my sacred scalpel, start SKINNING OFF HER FACE. Fetish mask, beginning of KILLING OFF A RACE.

The rest of the excerpt is torn apart, as the entire page itself is written in blood, seemingly human blood. Firstly, my name is Sky, I’m one of the last remaining humans on earth after the meteorites ravages our planet... I found this while wondering an abandoned city in what used to be California. It was stapled to a small billboard beside the rotting corpse of a mutilated body. The smell is horrible, but the sight of it is what I can’t bare anymore. Her body is... destroyed. Her breasts have been severed from her body, her skull had its top layers curved upwards like a crown, her vaginal tube had been torn out, and turned into mincemeat. Her stomach caved outwards, with maggots and other demonic creatures feasting on what was presumably formerly her intestines. I can’t bare to look at it anymore. I will post any further updates here, where hopefully someone can find them... Stay wary traveller.... And watch the skies...
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Cypher started: June 14^th 2019 at 00:43

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Kiwi Peewee
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Sorry I didn't get around to this sooner, I was having some issues with loading it and then kind of forgot to leave my thoughts on the cypher page. The narrative was well-done and it was cool how the clarity and rhythm were a reflection of the narrator's mental state, becoming less cohesive towards the end. Good work!
Rated: 10

Posted on: 2019-06-29 04:42:55

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Prodi G	This is my attempt into narrative storytelling. More is coming soon, that, I promise. Posted on: 2019-06-14 00:54:13
Prodi G	Act 1: This is him reminiscing about how the world got destroyed, and how he blames everyone else. Act 2: He wanders through the desert trying to find someone to keep him sane. He finds a woman and carries her back to his house. Act 3: He realizes she is actually dead, that the heat had made him hallucinate, and proceeds to attempt to destroy her body out of of frustration. He then checks her wallet and finds out she has sons, which breaks his psyche. Act 4: He goes insane and butchers her. Posted on: 2019-06-14 01:42:24
The Saaxxx Baba <Classick At Rhymin>	dayum man!! this had the cringe and the metal feel to tt as well man, make this into a song man!! Rated: 10 Posted on: 2019-06-17 06:46:14
The Saaxxx Baba <Classick At Rhymin>	ur best work till date simply a whole new level Rated: 10 Posted on: 2019-06-17 06:46:34

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