The slow descent into absolute destruction
or; slathering idiot found dead, film at eleven
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I can feel the life force ebbing out of me.
Here I sit, trapped at work, no customers, nothing to do. I should be reading my homework. Frak my homework. Forget about it.
I should be writing uplifting, touching articles, things that will bring the world to a new plane of existence.
I should be making a difference in my community, my state, my nation.
Instead, I sit here at work, feeling the years slowly leech out of me. I've lost the strength and the willpower to lift my head from the desk.
My fingers clumsily flop about the keyboard, missing nine times out of ten, moving about like fat sausages, devoid of life but full of spicy goodness.
I reach a hand into my mouth, biting down, through the flesh, pulling it away.
A sick sheen of blood spurts from the stump, onto my face, down my drooling chin.
Sausage fingers don't taste very good.
And it's hard to type minus a pointer finger.
At least it was my left hand.
(The notebook computer, keyboard filled with blood, begins to overheat, and explodes in protest.)
Here I sit, trapped at work, no customers, nothing to do. I should be reading my homework. Frak my homework. Forget about it.
I should be writing uplifting, touching articles, things that will bring the world to a new plane of existence.
I should be making a difference in my community, my state, my nation.
Instead, I sit here at work, feeling the years slowly leech out of me. I've lost the strength and the willpower to lift my head from the desk.
My fingers clumsily flop about the keyboard, missing nine times out of ten, moving about like fat sausages, devoid of life but full of spicy goodness.
I reach a hand into my mouth, biting down, through the flesh, pulling it away.
A sick sheen of blood spurts from the stump, onto my face, down my drooling chin.
Sausage fingers don't taste very good.
And it's hard to type minus a pointer finger.
At least it was my left hand.
(The notebook computer, keyboard filled with blood, begins to overheat, and explodes in protest.)
! Nice twist though, I agree...gave me images of "Master of Horrors" for a moment there!