Post by "Superstar" Deathrow on Apr 3, 2007 8:26:21 GMT -5
Home is where the heart is sweetie, remember that. Yes, home. All you have to do to get home is look deep into your heart..."
* Those words seep into your head as you lie there, staring off into no where, and yet still focusing on something; that being the ceiling, just to the left of the TV resting on the top corner of the room. Just then the person telling you these emotional words breaks down on your arm and begins to cry heavily, weeping for at least a couple of minutes. All you can do is lie here; motionless such that the pain doesn’t hurt, and heartless because of the rage that is burning within your chest. The one thing that is mainly causing that rage is the fact that you were too ignorant...too stupid to try! Suddenly you begin to berate yourself, but stop as the person stands up and heads out of the room. A little relieved, you cautiously edge yourself back over to the center of the bed and then continue your gaze off into nothingness...all that you can do to pass time. It seems that this person believes you were listening to some of there worst problems that have occurred in there life... But your head is empty... Not even the thought of Gold makes you smile... Nothing does any more...(BLEEP) you just wanna get to Rebel an not listen to this bitch cry over spilt semen *
{~|Time Lapse|~}]
* Time has passed, the same woman has come in many times, crying on your shoulder, laughing at happy memories, attempting to cheer you up and whispering the same words into your ear, and during all of this time you've only learned more and more about your condition. Even though the burning has stopped, the electrocution of liquids has greatly affected you... Another thing affected was the way you think...now you think in short, sudden thoughts; nothing in depth can be done for the time being. Aside all of that, the only thing left to worry about are the bruises, of how comes...of what fors... of your past. The doctor said to you that you were fine... you were just feeling slightly down... You were in a fit state to wrestle... Beside that rash... But that would be fine by go time... This felt more like an electric Shock... What is confusing you out of all of this is the broad woman who keeps visiting you...you just don't understand... why does she want to talk to you... a Hunk... a man who could beat her into a pulp. Perhaps loves mushroom bruises?... Woman... Hoes... Arrraaagggghhh…(BLEEP) that pussy shit its time to step up for the real pain*
* That's it! You must go deep into your heart to get home! You glance over at the table beside you and see your dinner tray set up by someone or something: some meat, potatoes, vegetables, a stiff drink, and some silverware...silverware...yes, a knife! A butter knife, maybe, but it's a knife! Now you can get deep into your heart! A knife will help! It’s all so clear. Where am I an why?… *
* You take a look around, making sure that there is no one around to tell you to not move, then pull your head together and sit up. The pain and agony that you suffer is nothing like any other that you have experienced or even heard of being experienced an a hang over king, and then you open your eyes only to find out that all of this nausea, dizziness, and pain was only for a couple of inches. Slowly you lay back down, forgetting the whole thing about the knife, and try to take your mind off of the pain, the endless burning in your hips and lower back... but it's all emotional... Moving wasn't smart... but then something jumps into your head, only to inspire you to sit back up. If you get that knife and find 'Home', the pain will be gone! 'Home' is comforting, very pleasant, like you felt a time ago when the angel told you about it! Now all you can think of once again is 'Home', and without knowing it you begin to murmur it lightly. *
* You close your eyes and clench your fists hard...and suddenly are sitting straight up; the cold, wet feeling of sweat flowing down your back. You turn and grab the butter knife...and lift it into the air with both hands in a positing, ready to find 'Home'. All the pain and bleeding that your body is going through is forgotten, all the suffering is gone, and everything else is nothing to you anymore; all you want is 'Home', and you want it now! Your arms loosen and your muscles contract hard, sending the knife directly towards your heart, until suddenly...nothing. You open your eyes and try to pull your arms at you even harder, but they won't budge, not even a centimeter. Enraged you push back and pull back in, but just like before they will not budge, so you decide to take a look at your arms...and that's when you see him. A man, familiar, with an Caucasian origin, is holding your arms with one of his own. No matter how hard you try, you cannot seem to make your arms move at all, and he seems to not even be trying to hold you back. You know this man from your past. *
* The man gives you a smile an high five of sort, and with his other hand, takes the knife out of yours, making sure that you cannot find 'Home'. You become angered, but find yourself weakening quickly...moving must have opened up a lot of emotional wounds. Just then you are suddenly falling forward, but the man catches you and sets you back in your bed, hollering for a doctor to come and help. Within seconds there are nurses and a couple of doctors swarming you and hollering at the man, calling him "PB". He seems a little upset with all the hollering an shakes his head, but soon ignores them and turns his attention back to you, noticing how you are drifting away out of consciousness. At that moment you find a new inspiration...'Home' was death...there is more to this life that you live after all. Maybe "PB" was the angel and this is a test, a test to see just how strong you are. Maybe I’m (BLEEP)ed up?…. Maybe I‘ll awaken*
-The camera opens up and we see Tommy Deathrow standing there in his Sexy tight black Taylor fitted clothes. Tight purple top and yellow pants. His goatee an hair ruffled but neat. He's calm and beautiful as ever on and he speaks with a confident voice.-
Ya know it's been a long time comin' but finally Deathrow has landed a job back here in the good ol‘ USA. Meh who cares. Least I get all the pain killers I want in Canada. (BLEEP) it we got stronger booze. Either way we all know I am the man with the hairiest palms an sexiest body the world has come to love.
-Deathrow smirks at himself an flexes his pecks threw his shirt. He removes his pants. He has captivating golden legs.-
Now it's quite evident that no one here in Rebel has ever heard of Thomas Deathrow. Wait what some of you have? (BLEEP) it its my time to speak anyways. So every one watching right now has two options. Turn off the TV, say to hell with this walkin talking STD and move on with your life. (BLEEP)ing pussy bitches. Or you can realize just as the powers that be here in Rebel all ready have, that Sir Thomas Deathrow is worth the investment. You can turn away now and miss this historic night or you could look, listen, and realize that Rebel is about (BLEEP)ing ready new symbol. One that may read Doomies or one that may read. STD A new face to bask in. A new idol to worship. A new dick to ride.
-Deathrow runs his thumb across his Chest and takes a deep breath.-
So make your choice.
-Deathrow pauses-
Just what I thought, your captivated now. You can't turn away your fear of loss is too great. But have no fear, because I do not disappoint. You now know my face and my name, you now know that I am here to make an impact. To live on in the Deathrow legend that is to be. An make a bloody (BLEEP)in future for the Doomies one way or another. If I said nothing else to you that would be enough to keep you tuning in to see what I say, or do, next. But before I depart I must discuss one more matter of fact with you. No not these bumps.
-Deathrow lets out a sigh and shuts his eyes just for a golden moment.-
(BLEEP) all. I am The STD an I will make all know my name here in the Rebel fed that be. Some of use have crossed paths an some of us have not. Either way means be prepared for my beat downs finally with zero rules. You all can sit an think you’re the greatest. (BLEEP) it. Sure we’ll meet one day.
Bottom line is this it's a new dawn for the Rebel, I'm here in full force and I'm here to stay.
-Deathrow puts his pants on but first removes his briefs.-
Now you know, and now you have seen Tommy Deathrow. The (BLEEP)in SuperStar bitches Ya'll. Being nicer than ever.
*Outs*
* Those words seep into your head as you lie there, staring off into no where, and yet still focusing on something; that being the ceiling, just to the left of the TV resting on the top corner of the room. Just then the person telling you these emotional words breaks down on your arm and begins to cry heavily, weeping for at least a couple of minutes. All you can do is lie here; motionless such that the pain doesn’t hurt, and heartless because of the rage that is burning within your chest. The one thing that is mainly causing that rage is the fact that you were too ignorant...too stupid to try! Suddenly you begin to berate yourself, but stop as the person stands up and heads out of the room. A little relieved, you cautiously edge yourself back over to the center of the bed and then continue your gaze off into nothingness...all that you can do to pass time. It seems that this person believes you were listening to some of there worst problems that have occurred in there life... But your head is empty... Not even the thought of Gold makes you smile... Nothing does any more...(BLEEP) you just wanna get to Rebel an not listen to this bitch cry over spilt semen *
{~|Time Lapse|~}]
* Time has passed, the same woman has come in many times, crying on your shoulder, laughing at happy memories, attempting to cheer you up and whispering the same words into your ear, and during all of this time you've only learned more and more about your condition. Even though the burning has stopped, the electrocution of liquids has greatly affected you... Another thing affected was the way you think...now you think in short, sudden thoughts; nothing in depth can be done for the time being. Aside all of that, the only thing left to worry about are the bruises, of how comes...of what fors... of your past. The doctor said to you that you were fine... you were just feeling slightly down... You were in a fit state to wrestle... Beside that rash... But that would be fine by go time... This felt more like an electric Shock... What is confusing you out of all of this is the broad woman who keeps visiting you...you just don't understand... why does she want to talk to you... a Hunk... a man who could beat her into a pulp. Perhaps loves mushroom bruises?... Woman... Hoes... Arrraaagggghhh…(BLEEP) that pussy shit its time to step up for the real pain*
* That's it! You must go deep into your heart to get home! You glance over at the table beside you and see your dinner tray set up by someone or something: some meat, potatoes, vegetables, a stiff drink, and some silverware...silverware...yes, a knife! A butter knife, maybe, but it's a knife! Now you can get deep into your heart! A knife will help! It’s all so clear. Where am I an why?… *
* You take a look around, making sure that there is no one around to tell you to not move, then pull your head together and sit up. The pain and agony that you suffer is nothing like any other that you have experienced or even heard of being experienced an a hang over king, and then you open your eyes only to find out that all of this nausea, dizziness, and pain was only for a couple of inches. Slowly you lay back down, forgetting the whole thing about the knife, and try to take your mind off of the pain, the endless burning in your hips and lower back... but it's all emotional... Moving wasn't smart... but then something jumps into your head, only to inspire you to sit back up. If you get that knife and find 'Home', the pain will be gone! 'Home' is comforting, very pleasant, like you felt a time ago when the angel told you about it! Now all you can think of once again is 'Home', and without knowing it you begin to murmur it lightly. *
* You close your eyes and clench your fists hard...and suddenly are sitting straight up; the cold, wet feeling of sweat flowing down your back. You turn and grab the butter knife...and lift it into the air with both hands in a positing, ready to find 'Home'. All the pain and bleeding that your body is going through is forgotten, all the suffering is gone, and everything else is nothing to you anymore; all you want is 'Home', and you want it now! Your arms loosen and your muscles contract hard, sending the knife directly towards your heart, until suddenly...nothing. You open your eyes and try to pull your arms at you even harder, but they won't budge, not even a centimeter. Enraged you push back and pull back in, but just like before they will not budge, so you decide to take a look at your arms...and that's when you see him. A man, familiar, with an Caucasian origin, is holding your arms with one of his own. No matter how hard you try, you cannot seem to make your arms move at all, and he seems to not even be trying to hold you back. You know this man from your past. *
* The man gives you a smile an high five of sort, and with his other hand, takes the knife out of yours, making sure that you cannot find 'Home'. You become angered, but find yourself weakening quickly...moving must have opened up a lot of emotional wounds. Just then you are suddenly falling forward, but the man catches you and sets you back in your bed, hollering for a doctor to come and help. Within seconds there are nurses and a couple of doctors swarming you and hollering at the man, calling him "PB". He seems a little upset with all the hollering an shakes his head, but soon ignores them and turns his attention back to you, noticing how you are drifting away out of consciousness. At that moment you find a new inspiration...'Home' was death...there is more to this life that you live after all. Maybe "PB" was the angel and this is a test, a test to see just how strong you are. Maybe I’m (BLEEP)ed up?…. Maybe I‘ll awaken*
-The camera opens up and we see Tommy Deathrow standing there in his Sexy tight black Taylor fitted clothes. Tight purple top and yellow pants. His goatee an hair ruffled but neat. He's calm and beautiful as ever on and he speaks with a confident voice.-
Ya know it's been a long time comin' but finally Deathrow has landed a job back here in the good ol‘ USA. Meh who cares. Least I get all the pain killers I want in Canada. (BLEEP) it we got stronger booze. Either way we all know I am the man with the hairiest palms an sexiest body the world has come to love.
-Deathrow smirks at himself an flexes his pecks threw his shirt. He removes his pants. He has captivating golden legs.-
Now it's quite evident that no one here in Rebel has ever heard of Thomas Deathrow. Wait what some of you have? (BLEEP) it its my time to speak anyways. So every one watching right now has two options. Turn off the TV, say to hell with this walkin talking STD and move on with your life. (BLEEP)ing pussy bitches. Or you can realize just as the powers that be here in Rebel all ready have, that Sir Thomas Deathrow is worth the investment. You can turn away now and miss this historic night or you could look, listen, and realize that Rebel is about (BLEEP)ing ready new symbol. One that may read Doomies or one that may read. STD A new face to bask in. A new idol to worship. A new dick to ride.
-Deathrow runs his thumb across his Chest and takes a deep breath.-
So make your choice.
-Deathrow pauses-
Just what I thought, your captivated now. You can't turn away your fear of loss is too great. But have no fear, because I do not disappoint. You now know my face and my name, you now know that I am here to make an impact. To live on in the Deathrow legend that is to be. An make a bloody (BLEEP)in future for the Doomies one way or another. If I said nothing else to you that would be enough to keep you tuning in to see what I say, or do, next. But before I depart I must discuss one more matter of fact with you. No not these bumps.
-Deathrow lets out a sigh and shuts his eyes just for a golden moment.-
(BLEEP) all. I am The STD an I will make all know my name here in the Rebel fed that be. Some of use have crossed paths an some of us have not. Either way means be prepared for my beat downs finally with zero rules. You all can sit an think you’re the greatest. (BLEEP) it. Sure we’ll meet one day.
Bottom line is this it's a new dawn for the Rebel, I'm here in full force and I'm here to stay.
-Deathrow puts his pants on but first removes his briefs.-
Now you know, and now you have seen Tommy Deathrow. The (BLEEP)in SuperStar bitches Ya'll. Being nicer than ever.
*Outs*