Hello dear ones.
Here is a piece of fiction from me, everyone else was doing it.
I'm kinda slowing down my posting to the list so anyone looking for me
knows my address.
"In this universe of many screaming voices, we are born into it alone, we die alone. For the brief period that exists between them, this makes us who we are, creates the essence of our life.
But what are our 'lives'?
It depends on who you ask really doesn't it? Ask 'Captain Contract', and life is a great crusade, fighting the good fight for Mr Slayer. Ask me and I'll tell you the truth.
The truth.
The truth makes liars of all who seek it. There are those who would avoid it by ignoring it, hoping it will not come for them (if it wishes you to know it, it will seek you out).
Those who live out their sorry small lives in ignorance of what is really around them, not the candy covering that greets their eyes, but the bitter liquid that lies under the exterior.
Hmm, what?, yes people like you. Little gray fools, smashing blindly through life without leaving anything worthwhile in their wake - wasted seconds.'
The truth is a force unto itself. For some it becomes crusade to discover it's wonders and delights, for others, a curse to be escaped from.
There is no hope in this fast-food, fake emotion setting, filled with gray little children. Who are we? Who am I? Am I really who I wish to be, or am I just a by-product of this brain-dead media age?
When the truth is known to you, when the life you have struggled so hard to obtain is gone, nothing is left save sadness and insanity...if even that.
Why are listening to the ramblings of an old senile bum anyway? Get lost. Go fight the good fight for SLA, hell you may even get a good sponsorship deal if yer lucky. Do you know I was once a SLA Operative? Karma sponsorships the lot, yep I was SCL 4, a somebody. Wait! Don't go, please stay and talk, I don't want to be alone anymore."
(the kids turn and walk away)
"Who was that guy anyway?"
"Dunno, do you care?"
"Nah, just some wino spouting on about the truth. Well the truth is I'm hungry and fancy getting to the arcades before the 'Carrien Hunt 4' machine is busy."
"Yeah, get a hussle on. Y'know something is bugging me about what he said, and I can't figure out what. Nevermind, a can of Slosh is calling out my name!"
The man in the alley sighs. He tried to shake them, but they were too caught up in the spider's web. Still, the seed has been planted, the doubt is in place. He slowly straightens himself and walks away, his features blurring, his armour and mask settling in place, it's wry rictus grin spreading slowly. Another joins him.
"What were you up to?"
"Just playing, trying to live a little, nothing more. Trying to be...human"
The two figures fade from sight, a tune permeates the air where they stood.
"People are strange, when you're a stranger...".
I still believe in God, though God no longer belives in me.