Hemophilia, and the new blood...

Aug 12, 2007 23:56

Inside my esophagus there is little pocket where the ethanol collects.
It's slowly burning away the insides of my throat and stomach.
I'm aware of this, however, after two years of a loveless life
The aching in the chest that keeps me from sleep is all I'm really in control of.
The words get away, the people never stay,
And there's nothing more exciting than wondering how high you can get your BAC
And you can get it pretty high
Before your organs start shutting down one by one
And your sweat starts to smell stale because your body isn't processing any chemicals the right way.
In addition to that, I have an acute case of SEVERE schizophrenic hypergraphia.

But, yesterday I turned around, and thought I saw myself turning.
And dreamt of love and of cities burning.

So I thought we should ask the gang how they feel about all of this
In a segment I like to call "Ask The Voices in my Head!"

AIDEN

We can only imagine Aiden on the set of "Inside the Actor's Studio" lounged back in his chair staring idly into the audience with James Lipton casually sipping at what we think is coffee, but we bet is iced tea.
"So, Mr. Decaro. We have a question from one of the students here. We understand that your host body is starting to experience a rather unexplained fit of happiness as of late. How does this strike you, and why?" Lipton would ask, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose even somehow closer to his beady eyes.
"Well, I'm actually incredibly excited about it. I rarely get to come out and shine as the romantic half of the right side of the brain. I'm looking forward to writing about something other than violent sexual activity and vicious murders. I'm probably going to buy some flowers and maybe write a sonnet. I'm ecstatic, honestly." Aiden would reply.
"Uncanny. What is your favorite word?"
"Ubiquitous."

KYLE

Let's see, it'd have to be a WKTV news correspondent covering the outcome of a local soccer game.
"We're here with Kyle Acridian-"
"That's Accadian."
"Whatever- Who has just scored the winning goal in a heated match up against the New Hartford team. Kyle, there's one thing on the town's collective mind right now, how do you feel about this love business?"
"Well, first of all I'd like to thank my coach, the boys down at the Cobra Kai for their continuing support, and my mom. I'd also like to say that Whitesboro rules and the Spartans can suck it."
"Did you even hear what I said?"
"Look, I've had a long line of cheerleaders, drama chicks, homecoming queens, their mothers, a foxy librarian and most of the girls' swim team. (Aside, Bethany, your days are numbered.) If this is what Brian wants to do, good for him. San Dimas High School Football rules! Woooo!"
"Alright, cut, let's just talk to the coach..."
Kyle's an ass, but San Dimas Football does rule.

MATCHES and BLISTERS

Do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to get these two to sit down for two minutes to ask them a question? They're out fighting crime and fucking porn stars ALL DAY LONG. We just have to assume they're not going to pay any attention to anything the rest of us do. And it's not like we can even go over to their house to ask them without stepping in a fucking bear trap or getting shot at, so fuck it.

CLARA

I'm sending Aiden in for this bloodbath.

"Clara?"
"GET THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW. I'm leaving and all of you can just fucking go fuck each other and I hope there're stitches involved afterward."
"You mean Blisters?"
"UGH!"

I can assure you she's just jealous and she'll get over it. She can't leave anyway, she's just a figment of a figment.

And what does BRIAN think?

I think I can't wait to leave for Buffalo and bleed some blood for a good goddamn reason.

-Brian
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