2002-04-09 - 7:21 AM
Marrowsucker
Here's something I found, scribbled into an old sketch pad - I was watching some friends play basketball.
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I'm a fluid motion. I run. I pivot. I break. I run some more. I take the rock and run with it. Shit, I'm a fucking god. Every time I touch the rock, I'm a god. I'm unconquerable. I'm unbreakable. The laws of physics don't apply to me. Even nature knows not to fuck with my shit. I've got the ball in my hand, switching it from left to right, back to the left, then right...repeat the shit all over again. Watch me pass, one-armed. I'm hooking the air. I'm a slingblade. I'm a wonder. I'm the moving pillar that holds up the sky. Fuck Atlas. I fake fuckers out. I can make time go in slow-mo. I'm a professional thief, stealing people's shit, and still have time to do a little dance and a shimmy in their face. When I smack that ball outta your grasp, right when you think it's yours...I make sure you feel the embarassment. I make sure the audience feels it too. I make music. I make the beat. All you hear is the thumps and bumps of my percussion. That's me. I'm just dribbling. I move, the rest follow. This is like a joke to me. I'm laughing on the inside. I hope you cry, when I tackle you...over...and over...again. The blood, sweat...even the sun can't blind me. It can't even outshine me. I hope you cry. I'm so good, my shoes don't even screech. These girls, all on the side...shit, they cheer for ME! I am the all-being of this court. I'm the bullet, shooting through. Nothing can stop me. And if you get me angry, you just make it worse. I beat the ball into the ground so hard, like I wanna beat the shit out of the Earth. I'll make you feel the pain of a thousand bitches. Shit...fuck it, I'm the best. I'm even the shortest basketball player in the world. I'll make you feel it.
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Interesting, eh? A lot of profanity in that one, don'tcha think? Eh, I just felt like typing it out. Mostly out of boredom. It's about 7:30 in the morning right now, and I'm in Dale's room. I haven't been to the dorms this early since I lived here. Everybody's sleeping - Chris, Carrie, Dale - shit, I should be too. But I don't wanna go to sleep, then miss my first class. I'm trying very hard to muffle my typing too - but Dale's stupid keyboard is incredibly loud. God, I wish I had something to do right now - I'll either probably read some Slaughterhouse-Five or watch some porn. Not sure which. Eh, I have time for both, now don't I? Well, I'm gonna end this entry - seeing as I'll probably update later on today, out of boredom...again. So I'll be signing off now.
Woo woo woo.
And to Sidekick - you're a marrowsucker (which could be the greatest thing to be called, that is, if you've ever seen Dead Poets Society).
