Whelp, here it is! My 100th post! I know it's traditional to post something meaningful, so I'm posting something very personal . I'm posting the prologue to my upcoming book. I must warn you though, this is a autobiography of a Eutopian. It's not your ordinary autobiography, this book will include ART, a documentary, pictures, and objects. I wanted this book to translate certain emotions through visions like: a thick rusty nail being hammered into a manicured finger, a glowing angel whispering to a baby, and a beautiful woman with continuously growing hair. Mental pictures. Ideas. Love. Art. Sex. Family. Peace. Betrayal. Words alone cannot command your attention to my experiences. I do not expect you to believe, approve, or ask anything.
In an all white painted room filled with framed memories that were unknown to him, he sat next to the ice cold body that was once his lover. What he felt couldn't be translated to his face because there were no emotions to process. All the sweet walks in the park, late night giggling cellular conversations, and those sweaty raunchy fucks didn't phase him. This body represented something he wasn't-Death. Head over heels for it he was just a few hours ago. It became an it. With no who, what, where, how, and why he moved from one death bed to the next. Making this pattern a fun love game that would never be discovered. Cruel intentions? No, just a mind fuck. Ran his fingers on the wallpaper that was once glued against the wall with true love, laughing uncontrollably. " I win! I win! I win!" the chant echoed through the house full of intoxicated friends. Echoes that would never be heard. Pressing tears on his eye lids he began his infamous Academy Award winning act. Yelling "Why!?" crying through the coked-out crowd he ran for help. " I- I -I why?! Me?! I don't know anymore!! I love.." he freaked out. " Call an ambulance" a guy suggested. Kicking walls and biting himself he convinced these friends. a tortured soul was trapped within those four white walls. Falling in love with such a delicate and devoted human being that he dedicated his life to. A true actor. " No one will ever know" his mind repeated. A truth that would cause endless tears for endless lives.
" I miss you baby!" two years later. Running his normal daily routine he cooked the most delicious breakfast that even Paula Deen dreams about. " Your cheesy eggs are almost done Bae! Bring your ass over here now!" he giggled through the wireless phone "I would love those eggs but I'm wrapped up in this meeting, I'm sorry sexy" the voice regretted. The door bell rang and he rushed to the door. " Hold on Bae, let me call you right back, OK?" he playfully asked " Sure sexy, I'll actually call you when I'm done" The agreement was set but the drastic whirlwind that was behind that vague doorbell ring was going to set the tone for the day. "Coming!" as he opened the door wiping the black pepper from his hands onto his apron while he turned the chrome door knob his whisk abruptly hit the wooden floor. It was like he seen a ghost.
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