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[title] => Behold and Behave IV: Where do we come from?
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[bodytext] => "Old man, where do we come from?" interogates the boy with all innocent gleem. A brutally aged man adjusted his limp drunken position - to engage an inquiry with proper proposition - that hadn't crossed his mind in an eternity. "Young boy innocent yet coy, with such words one dare not toy - this world is fragile and we musnt deploy - any disturbance to the system, of which we employ." The old man coughs to clear his chest of decaying air, and he motions the boy with a dubious stare. "Old man, I fear I have yet to comply - you seem week and frail , I dare not stand by, your condition worries me and I simply wont lie, if I breath your decaying air, I fear I may die." Words peirce the elderly man - his head looms back and forth, drooling towards his hand - in his clench the old man understands, and lectures the boy from where he stand. "Young boy I fear it has become to late - you realize now you can control your fate - you ask me that question that streins your mind, because you dont understand what is mankind." The last shot of vodka scorches the old mans mouth - he signifies his weary with an alcoholic shout - andjusting his hat he stomps his way out." Confused at his diagnosis, the boy stares at his feet - no answers were given - he inhales defeat, yet the old man stares from outside in the moonlight lit street - just staring. "Old man, your eyes burn holes in the back of my head - your decaying odor stenches of dead, it lingers your path." The young boy engages the man - he couldn't let him leave, there were statements to comprehend. "You speak wise of a life you must despise - why does my heart drop when you look into my eyes?" The boy approches the old man and leans aside him on the hood of his car. "There is no begining and there is no end, young boy I ment not to offend - but there is an eternal struggle that you could never comprehend, I've beared witness to what is man, and if you found out, your funeral should be expected to attend." From the old mans nose blood begins to shower, scattered on the hood lies the cocoaine powder, evidence of a mans last moments couldn't be louder. The boy addresses the man. "I see you have asked yourself the same question as me, once before and never to see - the answer you wanted, any explanation achieved - the unanswerable question should in all essence be, the one with no answer, time will defeat me." The boy continues... "Old man I see how much pain you have, this must be your last hour if I could ever see a mans." The boy realizes he had talked to himself for a great while - his eyes weep for anothers fade but his mouth smiles when hears the old man say, "Young boy, you have answered yourself - calm your mind for your own health - its best we not find out who we are - please son, achieve in your life, but now let me die." The old man fades behind the frost infested windows and closes the heavy doors. Never again would the question be asked - the boy retreats through the snow ridden street his face fully masked - noone would hear the silence of the old mans grasp - the nine milameter bullet that would make him collapse, and so the darkness is radiated with the blast, the illumination of an instant, never ment to last. The old man inhales defeat.
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Behold and Behave IV: Where do we come from?
Contributed by
spiffyphil
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Monday, 12th January 2004 @ 02:17:27 AM in AEST
Topic:
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"Old man, where do we come from?" interogates the boy with all innocent gleem. A brutally aged man adjusted his limp drunken position - to engage an inquiry with proper proposition - that hadn't crossed his mind in an eternity. "Young boy innocent yet coy, with such words one dare not toy - this world is fragile and we musnt deploy - any disturbance to the system, of which we employ." The old man coughs to clear his chest of decaying air, and he motions the boy with a dubious stare. "Old man, I fear I have yet to comply - you seem week and frail , I dare not stand by, your condition worries me and I simply wont lie, if I breath your decaying air, I fear I may die." Words peirce the elderly man - his head looms back and forth, drooling towards his hand - in his clench the old man understands, and lectures the boy from where he stand. "Young boy I fear it has become to late - you realize now you can control your fate - you ask me that question that streins your mind, because you dont understand what is mankind." The last shot of vodka scorches the old mans mouth - he signifies his weary with an alcoholic shout - andjusting his hat he stomps his way out." Confused at his diagnosis, the boy stares at his feet - no answers were given - he inhales defeat, yet the old man stares from outside in the moonlight lit street - just staring. "Old man, your eyes burn holes in the back of my head - your decaying odor stenches of dead, it lingers your path." The young boy engages the man - he couldn't let him leave, there were statements to comprehend. "You speak wise of a life you must despise - why does my heart drop when you look into my eyes?" The boy approches the old man and leans aside him on the hood of his car. "There is no begining and there is no end, young boy I ment not to offend - but there is an eternal struggle that you could never comprehend, I've beared witness to what is man, and if you found out, your funeral should be expected to attend." From the old mans nose blood begins to shower, scattered on the hood lies the cocoaine powder, evidence of a mans last moments couldn't be louder. The boy addresses the man. "I see you have asked yourself the same question as me, once before and never to see - the answer you wanted, any explanation achieved - the unanswerable question should in all essence be, the one with no answer, time will defeat me." The boy continues... "Old man I see how much pain you have, this must be your last hour if I could ever see a mans." The boy realizes he had talked to himself for a great while - his eyes weep for anothers fade but his mouth smiles when hears the old man say, "Young boy, you have answered yourself - calm your mind for your own health - its best we not find out who we are - please son, achieve in your life, but now let me die." The old man fades behind the frost infested windows and closes the heavy doors. Never again would the question be asked - the boy retreats through the snow ridden street his face fully masked - noone would hear the silence of the old mans grasp - the nine milameter bullet that would make him collapse, and so the darkness is radiated with the blast, the illumination of an instant, never ment to last. The old man inhales defeat.
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Re: Behold and Behave IV: Where do we come from?
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by shelby on
Monday, 12th January 2004 @ 02:26:53 AM AEST
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I dont know what to say there are no words that will come close to expressing the way this made me feel. Bravo! Intense! Vivid!Detailed!! WoW WOW WOW
michelle
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Re: Behold and Behave IV: Where do we come from?
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by emystar on
Monday, 12th January 2004 @ 02:35:16 AM AEST
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Very interesting!
Excellent writing!
peace, joy, luv,
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