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by **Stereo** » Mon Sep 25, 2006 12:53 pm

"Righteous Selfpity" Another one of those typical spam mail messages he got dozens of nearly every day. He contemplated the title and how it applied to his current state of mind and thought it apt. He leaned back, took a swig of coke from his glass and tapped his desk a few times. Some days you just wonder why we bother with it all.

This was one of those moments that he pondered the state of the world. Do we make it too hard for ourselves to succeed? We have fabricated this entire universe of things that dont truly matter, and for what? Happiness? At first glance you would think so. But then when you dig deeper you find layers and layers of bizarre rituals and constructs that just dont make sense. Religion, territory, love... These things dont make us happy... do they... perhaps... who knows....

He got up from his desk, grimacing because of the pins and needles he had from sitting in an awkward position for so long... Once again he pondered why he was even here... Sure he needed money to live.... but what about the peasants of the 13th century he saw on an SBS documentary the other day.... They had survived. They had tilled the soil and grown their crop... They had traded cows and sheep for grain and milk.. They had no need for money.... All they needed was the soil and their hands...

He slowly took of his tie and placed it on his chair... and started to walk toward the door..

'Dave'.
'huh? what?' he answered the sulky looking receptionist. 'Where are you going Dave?'
He pondered this question for a brief moment. He wasnt sure where he was going but there was one thing that was certain.
'Not here.' He replied and walked out.

Dave walked out of his office job that day. He stared at his car for a second... then took the keys out of his pocket and dropped them on the ground. He started walking toward the ocean.

To be continued....

by **FrogZ** » Mon Sep 25, 2006 1:39 pm

I really worry about you sometimes... :lol:

by **gray_rm** » Mon Sep 25, 2006 3:03 pm

JG Ballard, Kingdom come.
Will sort you out, Stereo.

by **Tack** » Mon Sep 25, 2006 4:00 pm

He walked through the building doorway and his eyes squinted as the Sun's brilliance smacked him in the face. A smack into reality. He stood for a moment and relished the feeling.

People all around were busy going somewhere, the clichéd hustle and bustle of the city. But what did it matter? Who cared? This was their reality.

He moved methodically down the street as if in a daze, everything around him in slow motion. A flash of brilliance from the glass of a passing car illuminated the shop beside him. That's what made him stop. A glimpse. A momentary look from the corner of his eye.

He turned. The crystal clean glass reflected his face in the darkness beyond. He had to adjust to look through and past it to see her. Yes, there she was. Something of beauty. What would it be like to have something like her?

His face appeared again in the glass. He saw a smile reflected. That surprised him. How did he feel? There was an ache in his chest. That same ache that he felt when he kissed his first girlfriend. Was this passion? He refocused upon the object of his desire. Was he brave enough?

Was he brave enough? That thought washed away and he laughed into his helmet as he turned his new ZX10R out into the street.

This is freedom....this is passion. :lol:

(sorry couldn't help myself)

by **Stereo** » Mon Sep 25, 2006 4:35 pm

Nicely written..

by **Tack** » Mon Sep 25, 2006 5:27 pm

Stereo wrote:Nicely written..

Not anywhere near as good as yours..and it appealed to my humour. But please continue yours. :lol:

by **Neka79** » Mon Sep 25, 2006 7:54 pm

as he turned from the carpark to the street, his grin widened, for he knew it was about to happen. Within seconds the erection arose, as he dumped the clutch whilst still at lean, the back end broke loose, flicking to his right, before the rear tyre gripped, hoisting the front wheel skywards. As he glanced in the rear view mirror he saw a car approaching, the "party lights" were flashing, as he let out a shrieking cry "garn get farked ya buncha useless carns" , and with the skill and agility of a thai prostitute, he twisted and gave them the one finger salute.

sorry..i got a bit excited...

by **ozx6r** » Tue Sep 26, 2006 1:35 am

Neka79 wrote:as he turned from the carpark to the street, his grin widened, for he knew it was about to happen. Within seconds the erection arose, as he dumped the clutch whilst still at lean, the back end broke loose, flicking to his right, before the rear tyre gripped, hoisting the front wheel skywards. As he glanced in the rear view mirror he saw a car approaching, the "party lights" were flashing, as he let out a shrieking cry "garn get farked ya buncha useless carns" , and with the skill and agility of a thai prostitute, he twisted and gave them the one finger salute.

sorry..i got a bit excited...

mmwaaaahahaha

by **Burky** » Tue Sep 26, 2006 7:55 am

More Neka More :twisted:

by **Neka79** » Tue Sep 26, 2006 11:27 am

i read way too much Gassit.... maybe another instalment later when i have time... gotta go help Shaman with his zx2..

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