The creativity is flowing through my veins
You ever get that feeling where ya just need to release some energy. Well here is my story.
The circus freaks were stalking around the lion shaking their spears up and down. Silhouttes of hideous shapes were playing against the pink walls of the tent. The fire was raging in a terrible manner. I was scared so I ran to the shed next to my uncle's house. My leg's felt moist. A trail of urine splashed down my leg. I felt something goeey and smushy in my pants. A piece of chestnut brown poo fell out one of my pant legs. I started crying and screamed at the circus freaks to leave the lion alone, but to no avail. I thought to appeal to some common sense of humanity within them. But they had no sense of humanity. They were freaks. Their shouts and chants grew louder.
They had picked me up in a forest one cool night while i was bathing in a lake. I have two heads, so they thought it would be great if i joined their gang. What a mistake, what a mistake. Now I have been traveling around in a freak sideshow for 5.5 X 2 years. Which makes 11 years. That's 11 years too long. I discovered that I wasn't really a freak about 2 or 3 years ago. Yeah, I did have two heads, but one of them was shrinking, and it was shrinking fast. At first the freaks didn't notice. Then they started looking at me funny. Rontom the boy who had no torso would laugh at me. He called me head boy.
I knew I had to get out. But how? I felt a strange loyalty to my jailers. But my head kept shrinking. I had found more people out there who had once had two heads, but now had one. They were fun. They were colorful clothes and danced around naked a lot. I wanted to do that too. The head shrank some more. I finally left. 3 years after the beginning of the head shrinking, my 2nd (and uglier) head shrank to the size of a pea. I began living with the one headed peoples, the former freaks.
I lived with them for some months. They were helpful and kind. But I knew I had to leave them, too. I had to find other freaks and help them be normal. I wondered around the forest. I climbed through the mountains and hiked through the mud. I found some two-headed people here and there. Some had no idea that they had two heads. Some had three.
But I began to discover something odd. The more I saw, the more I realized, everyone was a freak. There were people with three heads. There were people with four arms. There were people with no genitals. Anyone who had two arms, anyone who had genitals, anyone who had one head, they were the freaks in this strange upside down world. I had walked through the looking glass, and with my two eyes fixed firm within my steely head, I saw the world with a newfound clarity.
It was spring day, I was strolling through a forest, when I happened upon my old band of freaks. They were roasting the lion. They were dancing around. As far as they knew, theirs was the common race. Overcoming my cowardice at seeing these spectres from my past, I decided to save the lion, but I was scared, I ran to the shed of my uncle's house where I pooed in my pants and went to sleep, hoping to wake up in a world free of freaks.
If you read through that, congratulations. It's some random stream of consciousness stuff.
The circus freaks were stalking around the lion shaking their spears up and down. Silhouttes of hideous shapes were playing against the pink walls of the tent. The fire was raging in a terrible manner. I was scared so I ran to the shed next to my uncle's house. My leg's felt moist. A trail of urine splashed down my leg. I felt something goeey and smushy in my pants. A piece of chestnut brown poo fell out one of my pant legs. I started crying and screamed at the circus freaks to leave the lion alone, but to no avail. I thought to appeal to some common sense of humanity within them. But they had no sense of humanity. They were freaks. Their shouts and chants grew louder.
They had picked me up in a forest one cool night while i was bathing in a lake. I have two heads, so they thought it would be great if i joined their gang. What a mistake, what a mistake. Now I have been traveling around in a freak sideshow for 5.5 X 2 years. Which makes 11 years. That's 11 years too long. I discovered that I wasn't really a freak about 2 or 3 years ago. Yeah, I did have two heads, but one of them was shrinking, and it was shrinking fast. At first the freaks didn't notice. Then they started looking at me funny. Rontom the boy who had no torso would laugh at me. He called me head boy.
I knew I had to get out. But how? I felt a strange loyalty to my jailers. But my head kept shrinking. I had found more people out there who had once had two heads, but now had one. They were fun. They were colorful clothes and danced around naked a lot. I wanted to do that too. The head shrank some more. I finally left. 3 years after the beginning of the head shrinking, my 2nd (and uglier) head shrank to the size of a pea. I began living with the one headed peoples, the former freaks.
I lived with them for some months. They were helpful and kind. But I knew I had to leave them, too. I had to find other freaks and help them be normal. I wondered around the forest. I climbed through the mountains and hiked through the mud. I found some two-headed people here and there. Some had no idea that they had two heads. Some had three.
But I began to discover something odd. The more I saw, the more I realized, everyone was a freak. There were people with three heads. There were people with four arms. There were people with no genitals. Anyone who had two arms, anyone who had genitals, anyone who had one head, they were the freaks in this strange upside down world. I had walked through the looking glass, and with my two eyes fixed firm within my steely head, I saw the world with a newfound clarity.
It was spring day, I was strolling through a forest, when I happened upon my old band of freaks. They were roasting the lion. They were dancing around. As far as they knew, theirs was the common race. Overcoming my cowardice at seeing these spectres from my past, I decided to save the lion, but I was scared, I ran to the shed of my uncle's house where I pooed in my pants and went to sleep, hoping to wake up in a world free of freaks.
If you read through that, congratulations. It's some random stream of consciousness stuff.
posted by The pleasure seeker at 10:48 PM
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