When the last Beatle dies, whether it be Paul or Ringo, the world will feel an epic sadness like no other. Moments of silence will carry over the planet, reminding us why we loved the Beatles so much.
Massive amounts of bands and musical artists will simply give up knowing that an era has ended. Because we all truly know that it was the Beatles who taught the world how to rock and roll (by having English kids cover Chuck Berry songs).
It is then, and only then, that we will have an artistic decline. A “backwards renaissance”, if you will. We will then fall into an economic disaster like no other. We will invoke a new dark age of slavery and war, hell bent on ripping one another apart at the seems, physically and emotionally. For without the Beatles, mankind will be doomed.
It is only after a century of war (and an eon of natural disasters) that a child will find an old iPod of some sort, I don’t know if it’s an iPod nano, or a shuffle, who cares? A child will find an old copy of “Let It Be”. Having found something wonderful and amazing. (Since we all know that the future has no music, and happens to be epically dismal and sad) The child will bring the album to their respective president or leader or what have you and say,
“Play this, …please.”
Then the president will uplink the Beatle’s masterpiece to the super-duper internet. (The one that only members of royal families and presidential leader types are allowed to have…we’re in the future now, stay with me here) And, it will be broadcast across the globe. Instantly, it will end all violence in contact of its wonderful tones and harmonies. It will inspire the world to end hunger and poverty and unite for a brief moment of piece.
That’s what will happen, when the last Beatle dies.
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If you’re working with this group and you’ve had a good experience, good for you. This is the experience the group that I am a part of has had with these people. They’ve taken our ideas, used them without giving the appropriate credit and when asked simple questions like where they are located, they did nothing but blow us off while trying to use big words to try to put us off. Please read the below conversations, done all over email because they would not give us real names or any kind of contact information for them.
On Sat, May 29, 2010 at 1:11 PM, Tabatha Pyland <kslave2000@yahoo.com> wrote:
Reuven,
I apologize in advance for this email but we at ARG are incredibly disappointed with whoever is currently in charge of your advertisement on Facebook and the running of the page itself. We have asked several times what Gandhi and Einstein have to do with an art revolution. You seem to be using these 2 main people as figureheads, which quite frankly, makes no sense from an artist’s stand point. I sent an email to the person that is currently online at the Facebook page and I must say that since we’ve been dealing with you for over a month and have tried to help with your advertising to people we know, no one else at EALA seems to know who we are. Please see below for the email that was sent back and forth.
I am one of the founding members of ARG who is supposed to help with the EALA advertising. I have seen several of the supposed ways you guys are currently advertising yourselves ie: the Gandhi photos, the Einstein photos and to be completely honest I don’t feel you guys understand what we are trying to accomplish. I understand we are all trying to bring about an art revolution but instead of using the proper figureheads your doing nothing but throwing SAT words at us when we ask a question. I do understand what you are saying, what I do not understand is what these figureheads have to do with art. How about using a revolutionary artist to quote? Every time we have asked all we get is the same damn answer which makes no real sense from an artist’s point of view. I do not feel comfortable helping you advertise if you’re not advertising art. THAT is what we are trying to do. I enjoyed the few conversations that I have had with Reuven but whoever has taken over the Facebook page is a flipping idiot with no ORIGINALITY! Unless I get a valid response from this and not a lame ass quote about relativity or the caste system, I apologize, but I will have to pull any and all advertising for your group from this point on.
We have not (yet) received an “INDICATION OF INTEREST” (on right side of website) for you (or ALL your crew). Also, you (or ALL your crew) have not “commented” on “THE LIST” as to (exactly) what barter services you will obligate. Technically, you are not (yet) in “the show”, until these are met. Please accommodate us in these methods, as we honor ALL your voices & talents. think BIG.
- EALA
(From: eala eala <eaofla@gmail.com>
To: stephenshepard@ymail.com
Sent: Sun, May 2, 2010 4:37:26 PM
Subject: REVOLUTIONARY ART SHOW
Efren,
Thanks for your interest and welcome to the ART REVOLUTION! All mediums are welcome and there is no minimum or maximum in space you can reserve. This is a collaborative for emerging artists to combine their individual creations, attached into one, complete collective of art. The exposure will be insane!
this is the email confirming our interest prior to this conversation)
Obviously you have no idea what you are talking about. I will just contact Reuven myself as we have already set everything up with him and I will tell him personally of my grievances. Thank you for not being helpful or answering any of my questions.
I hope you respond to this as Stephen and myself have enjoyed our conversations with you and the entire group was looking forward to working on the project together. We do not feel comfortable joining up with a group who doesn’t seem to understand that we are trying to do an ART Revolution, not just a revolution. Please forgive my up front nature about this but this is causing us to re-think who we have partnered up with and if your group is truly on the same wavelength as the rest of us.
On Sat, May 29, 2010 at 6:04 PM, Tabatha Pyland <
kslave2000@yahoo.com> wrote:
So what you are explaining to us, is that someone; that is not a true EALA (just a participating artist); has been falsely advertising your group to us. He was working on getting us space in exchange for us advertising him in our local area with our group of artists. He has emailed us from your facebook page and your email. I feel it is necessary to get legal council against your group for false advertisement and for using our ideas with false pretenses. We have saved every conversation with Reuven and not during any of those did he state he was not a true member of your organization and just an artist participating with you. We were promised many things and we do not appreciate our time and our ideas that were shared under these pretenses and will be warning every artist we know against your group. We no longer trust in what you are doing and do not like how we have been treated. We cannot believe one single that has been said thus far. If we do not receive a reasonable explanation for this grave misunderstanding, preferably by someone other than a letter (T) or a quantum mechanics expert, we will take legal action against you for false advertising.
Sent: Sat, May 29, 2010 6:19:58 PM
Subject: Re: ARG meeting recap
Tabatha,
You are asserting very serious things, which are of negative proportions for ALL parties. This is supposed to be about positivity & art, you are threatening with legal suits, when no one has done anything illegal. This is a simple case of misunderstanding and emotions running-wild. We (EALA), in no way have falsely misrepresented you or anything, we appreciate ALL your hard work and value your talent. Also, be assured, your issue is the first wrinkle that has occurred, at all. Reuven is an artist (like you) and participant (like you), he has a hand-in our project (as we mentioned). It’s an open platform, many peope have many jobs. If you and he have certain ideas your entertaining, great, that’s between you two. Though we forwarded your request to him, we notice both you and Stephen have removed yourselves as or FB friends. Reuven said he would honor the chance to help alleviate all issues, via a chat method, if that’s convenient.
Please inform,
T
On Sat, May 29, 2010 at 6:37 PM, Tabatha Pyland <kslave2000@yahoo.com> wrote:
We do not need to chat with anyone, I do not appreciate being falsely led around or being talked down to like a child throwing a tantrum in public. We were under the impression that there was an agreement that is obviously not being honored, (with which I have proof) and if he is just one of many of your personnel then you are legally held responsible for his actions on your behalf, and I will be taking appropriate measures in this situation. Have a nice day.
Sent: Sat, May 29, 2010 6:45:03 PM
Subject: Re: ARG meeting recap
(note, no way to tell that we were now talking to someone else other than the difference in sentencing structure)
Tabatha,
This is Reuven, I have logged into the eaofla gmail account to talk. Please calm down and talk with me, i promise you all is fine and legit. You and Stephen have been awesome, in your work being done & your good personalities, I like you both very much. Please give me a chance to calm-the-waters here, im sure once you hear me, you’ll fully understand any misconceptions.
1) Everything we ever discussed is fully legit and fine for your participation.
2) If you were offended or “tagged” in an offensive photo, im sorry – not done on purpose.
3) please consider a chat with me, to get things back to where they belong…
your art-friend,
Reuven
On Sat, May 29, 2010 at 7:19 PM, Tabatha Pyland <
kslave2000@yahoo.com> wrote:
I’d much prefer to do this in person because quite frankly I don’t even know who I’m dealing with. All this started because no one was giving me an answer to a question. If this was truly legit then why does it seem you are the only one who knew what was happening and agreed upon. That is not a good way to run business. This is the email that I received which is why this has escalated like it has:
We have not (yet) received an “INDICATION OF INTEREST” (on right side of website) for you (or ALL your crew). Also, you (or ALL your crew) have not “commented” on “THE LIST” as to (exactly) what barter services you will obligate. Technically, you are not (yet) in “the show”, until these are met. Please accommodate us in these methods, as we honor ALL your voices & talents. think BIG.
- EALA
Can you explain to me why this was sent then if we had an agreement?
Sent: Sat, May 29, 2010 7:31:23 PM
Subject: Re: ARG meeting recap
Thanks for responding, this is Reuven. I just sent a cool email to Stephen. I fully understand what you are saying and will make EVERYTHING correct, right now:
That message sent to you from EALA, was just saying that EALA needs ALL the names of the artists in your crew, becausethere’s security at door, for protection, ALL participants wil all need “IOI” and ID to get-in. Also, “The List” is on FB and just a way for participants to tell others what they are doig to help. Please chat with me, in some manner, and ALL this will be awesome again. I promise you, this is the first kink yet, we need perfection, together we can do it.
(The really cool email sent to steve):
(—– Forwarded Message —-
From: Emerging Artists of LA <eaofla@gmail.com>
To: stephenshepard@ymail.com
Sent: Sat, May 29, 2010 7:24:30 PM
Subject: friendly message from Reuven…
Stephen,
You and I built a bit of an art-related friendship. Now, that is being tarnished and other things being said. I am confused by the spiral of all this. Man to man, what’s goin on?
You guys are still “IN”, if you choose. Your ad methods are fine, as we agreed. You being erroneously tagged with images, was beyond my control, but as soon as we got word, it stopped. No one has been disrespectful to you or any memeber of ARG. Dude, what is happening with you guys and what has changed for you?
We are ALL here to help each other & other artists, together. Please be cool and talk this through with me.
thanks,
Reuven)
On Sat, May 29, 2010 at 8:39 PM, Tabatha Pyland <
kslave2000@yahoo.com> wrote:
No address? How interesting…thank you for proving my point of this not being legit.
Tabatha,
I just sent a nice message, and am currently in positive communication with Stephen. Please interact with him aswell, and lets all work this out properly.
As far as address & phone, this is an underground project, the address & phone # is provided to participants upon the in-gallery consults – that’s the way the EALA system is structured and works best.
thanks,
Reuven
Why should anyone give money or donate to you when they don’t even know where its going?
Everythig is explained on the site. And, it is a “DONATION.” We never solicit an artist or participant to pay. Any human is wecome to “DONATE” money to any cause or reason they choose. A participant doesn’t have to pay, as your crew has chosen not to. EALA has never forced payment on anyone – EALA equally needs work & materials too. EALA offers (FREE* or dirt-cheap space and offers artists 100% or 90% commissions, on sales). The money is still sitting in EALA paypal, the arist can have it back anytime – what is the scam? Any and all payments remain in PAYPAL, un-touched, until in-gallery consult. Also, as explained online, we are INNOVATIVE and will change locations each exhibition. We cannot afford the stop-bys at the location, because this is an underground project that requires attention. Online payment is common, people pay for things online all the time.
*Please re-read the site and ALL its details.
Are you not aware that your so called positive communication with Steve is on the same computer as our ‘positive communication.’ We are well aware of what is going on through both emails and we are saving everything.
OK, that’s wonderful that you both are on the same computer, makes things easier. I have asked to chat, to makes things even easier than this…
We consider ourselves underground as well. Yet every artist or ARG member has all of our contact information as well as address.
With all due respect, your art-model works your way and EALA works the way it does. The contact info “IS” provided, just in different time-frames than yours. EALA’s model is different and new, sometimes change is unusual & uncomfortable.
You sound a little too Scientology for me right now
Scientology? Not sure of the refernce. (seriously, not sure of the reference! only after their consultation do they ask for donations, will not give you any clue to what is going on until this consultation? he must not be from la)
and I’m sure the Better Business Bureau would love to know you’re asking for money without revealing any kind of location prior to your ‘consultations’.
The Better Business Beaureau (BBB) is an independent company, that a business subscribes to annually, if they choose – EALA is not a participant. You can continue to be angered and view negatively, but there is nothing good to come of it. I have been soo cooperative and cool with you guys, answered ALL your questions (considering your connescending attitudes & slander towards me and EALA) – and you continue to battle and fight with negativity. I, nor EALA, is concerned about your threats of legal action. Not only do you have no grounds or basis for your argument (since you have chosen to pull-out and slander, knowing ALL the details prior to today), but we are fully legitimate & protected by one of the top legal firms in LA (and the US). Not only will EALA enjoy ALL the free-press and advertising that your “hurtful mission” will attempt at our integral foundation, but you will waste countless hours, dollars and energy, on something that is false and holds zero truth to your argument. All of this energy needs to be properly focussed into ART. In July, when The EALA Collective is an artist haven, you will be ALL be missing out. (he makes a great point here that I am still researching, lucky for him i’m stubborn as hell and will find a way to report them in the proper legal manner)
Guys,
I am upset & shocked this has escalated to such a high amount of frustration, for you. You have ALL worked soo hard with the project, based on our ‘mutual’ agreements – and that work is definitely appreciated. Because we have integrity to our mission ad will not change it to accomodate you and provide contact info, is very unreasonable. Agai, you have paid NOTHING and will pay NOTHING. Other artists are not asked or demanded to pay either, if they do “donate”, its not asked by EALA until in-gallery consult, where does the issue still lye for you? I have apologized for any inconvenience on the “Tag”, I have answered questions and asked to work together in success. If you have a change of heart (or mind) and wish to re-consider, EALA will still invite ARG to participate (with no hard-feelings). If not participate, EALA will credit you the amount accumulated (by your methods), for a future event or to bid-on art.
Please let this ALL sink-in and calm down.
Reuven
Ok that is the majority of them, I won’t bore you with it all day. Check out their site, they have had the same 3 or 4 paintings for sale for $100,000, a crappy photo of their ‘gallery’, and other than emails, absolutely no other way to contact them or visit the gallery prior to their in-gallery consultations (originally set for June 1st now pushed back to July1st-July15th). I will not post their site but funny enough they told me they have the best lawyers in Los Angeles (nope sorry they said US), yet I cannot find them anywhere doing a search outside of Facebook. Their idea started off great and then I’m not sure what happened. We’ve spoken to several people who opted not to use them because if your paying for your space your pay up front but they do not give you any information until they are ready for their consultation. All of this started because no one could explain to me what Gandhi had to do with their advertising artists.
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It started off almost as a blinking of images. So I wrote them down. That’s what they tell you in therapy. If you write them down, it gets them out. So I wrote them all down, got them out of my system. But then he came along. Started off as a joke. A way to feed my narcissism. As the years went by he became a real part of me. I started to blame my bad habits on him. Or if I drank a lot it was him that would come out and make my decisions. Then the images started to come more frequently. From a few a month to a few an hour. Stronger, brighter, longer. No more short flashing imagery. Then I began to hear it, smell it. I could almost feel the knife in my hands. I was also always him. Every bad thought was his. The joy at the carnage strewn around the room, was his joy. The evil bubbling up and out of his mouth in the most sinister laugh that you could imagine, all him. Every dirty fucked up thought became his. Sir George. He was a way for me to express my dark side. Now He’s real and I’m frightened. He’s alive in my head and he’s taking over.
I suppose I should start from the beginning. I was working in a crappy music store making minimum wage, bored out of my mind. It was a few weeks before the holiday season was to start so everyone was saving their money for when things would be on sale. I’d already finished reading the Harry Potter series from our books department. Like I said, bored! Titan AE had just come out and I loved the name Planet Bob. I was standing there waiting for our non-existent customers to come check out when it hit me. Wouldn’t it be neat if Planet Bob had a really wacky ruler? With a really wild population of just random creature? Thus Sir George, Duke of Planet Bob, Ruler of One Legged Space Chickens, Crooked Clowns and Evil Penguins was born.
He started off as just a running gag between my co-workers and me. I even created a Sir George name tag to wear for when I was in a silly little mood. When I would go out drinking the drunk me would become Sir George. Charismatic, social, funny, everything I felt I wasn’t. Then somehow over the years the images I saw in my head I started to associate with him. Big mistake. Probably the worst mistake of my life. I didn’t feel comfortable with the things I saw so I associated the sick things with him to make myself feel better.
Now to the present; I wake up on a dirty mattress in a dark cellar. I’m naked except for a large red strap-on. I am covered in sticky blood. I look over to the right of me and the body of a chained and mutilated woman is there. I can tell its a woman because the breast are still intact. She’s chained at wrists and ankles, her abdomen shredded. Directly on the side of the mattress is a scalpel, dried blood coating it almost completely. I look around the room. A light bulb is turned on swinging and casting odd shadows on the cement walls. Blood staining most the room. I have never seen so much blood before. Once I stopped shaking; I start to remember everything.
I had gone to a bar the night before. I was drinking heavily because of a bad day at work. I see this girl who just keeps glancing my way. She’s very pretty. Bright blue eyes and short black hair framing a heart shaped face. Now, don’t get the wrong idea, I love men but who says I can’t enjoy a woman every now and again as well?
I decide to go talk to her. Actually, Sir George decides to. I realize it as I’m walking over to her that he’s humming very excitedly. I take the place by her at the bar.
We get to talking and I realize that for awhile now it’s been Sir George leading the whole conversation. In short order he convinces her to go back to our place.
At that moment I vomit. I remembered everything in perfect detail. How we beat her until she was unconscious, and then dragged her down to the basement. (I also realize at this point that I now remember building this room at night after work.) We chained her to the floor. We raped her repeatedly till she came to and past back out again. We took the scalpel and sliced her open while the strap-on was still attached to me and inside her body.
I can still see MY hands go into her body and spread apart, pulling the slit wider and wider. Her screams are still bouncing around my skull with the sounds of her skin tearing beneath me.
Begging for me to stop. Begging for God to end it. He finally took pity on the girl and slit her throat open spraying blood all over me.
“And that was the first killing?” the psychologist asked me from across the room.
“Yes, it was.”
“Were there more?”
“You’re kidding right? You read the police report. You know how many bodies were found.”
“Yes, but I want to hear from you. I believe if we go through them it may help you.”
I sighed, “So fucking many….”
He grabbed her from behind and shoved the cloth soaked with chloroform into her mouth and nose. Her struggles slowed and she became dead weight in my arms. I dragged her to my car and carefully laid her in my trunk. Clouds moved away from the sun and light glistened on her pale skin and lit her red hair so it looked on fire. So peaceful.
He drove us to our house and brought her to the basement.
I realize now he’s added chains to the wall. He strips off all of her clothes and, my god, she was beautiful and a true redhead. Her nipples were a soft pink and her skin so creamy. He set her into the chains and she looked like a rag doll.
‘Please don’t do this. Why are you making us do this? Wasn’t the last time enough?’
‘You started this. I’m just feeding your real desires. You enjoy this as much as I do.’
‘When I came to it was Horrendous. She was still chained to the wall looking like a rag doll. Only now all twisted and broken. Yet, so…. beautiful. Eyes closed, long dark lashes lying along her cheeks. Lush bruised lips, parted slightly. Perky tight breasts, shiny with sweat and blood. Her pale body a canvas of splattered red. Her stomach slit open, from under the ribs to the base of her abdomen. Intestines hanging down like lifeless serpents. Looking closely at her gaping wound I could see a shimmer. A blade peaking through her torn body. Following it down I could see that he rammed a large knife through her pussy. I dropped to my knees and cried. Not for what had been done to her but because he was right. The psychotic fucker was right.’
‘Right about what?’
‘I was so turned on by the scene that I left the basement as it was so I could go find someone to fuck. I cried because I was losing the fight in my head.’
‘Blood dripping down the walls, a fresh corpse lying in the middle of the floor. I’m so turned on by these sights, at this point; I just kept a vibrator in the room rather than trying to find some dick. It was so much easier that way.
I would just lay down next to his newest kill and go crazy. My orgasms were never as good as when I was in that room. How sick and fucked is that? I know its wrong, yet it was the best feeling in the world. Replaying his memories of rape and torture would bring me screaming and shaking. Once I damn near had an out of body experience from one it was so strong.’
‘Did this become a regular occurrence?’
‘Damn near every time.’
‘What is your take on it?’
‘I don’t fucking know! I’m nuts, just like him.’
‘So for you, even now, he’s still a separate entity?’
Yes, of course. He still feels separate.
‘You can still feel him, he’s still with you?’
‘Doc, you can’t honestly tell me you’d thought he’d leave? He can’t leave. He wants control and won’t stop until he has it.’
‘How does that make you feel?’
‘Like a thief in the night he comes for the innocent. Cloaked in a face of light and darkness. He tricks you in the light but when darkness falls he rapes your soul and feeds on all the good inside. He’ll rip open your body from groin to neck and bathe in your blood while laughing at your pain. He’ll climb inside and play with things not meant to be touched. He’ll tear open your intestines and wrap them around his nakedness. He’ll burrow deep inside and curl around your soul; like the softest kitten you’ve ever held.
He’s deceiving, conniving, manipulating. He’ll perform horrors on you that you couldn’t possibly imagine. He’ll bring you to hell to play and make you beg for the release that only death’s embrace can offer. He’s sadistic, psychotic, neurotic. He’ll prolong your suffering to increase his own joys and pleasures. He’ll cum on your face while using your blood as his lubrication. He’ll tear out your eyes just to play with them He’ll do all this with a smile on his face. He’s the sickest, most demented fuck you’ll wish you’ve never met.
How does it make me feel to know that he’s still lurking in my brain? To know that he’s waiting for me to make one little mistake? Scared, so very scared.’
Sir George was taking over so frequently it was as though I wasn’t even there. Except for the cleanup, of course.
‘Why is that?’
Are you kidding me? Once the rush was done and he got off, the aftermath disgusted him. He wanted nothing more to do with it. I remember this one incident we did…
She was a belly dancer. Beautiful, so very beautiful. And the way she moved was amazing. The sway of her hips, the controlled movements of her arms. Amazing. Long black hair. Chocolate brown eyes. Once he saw her I knew. I got excited myself. She followed the beat to the music perfectly.
He of course took over and convinced her to come back to our house, as usual.
What he did when we got there was damn near a fucking masterpiece.
We chained her down and that’s when it all got interesting. (sitting in a kneeling position extreme excitement while explaining this scene: joy on face)
We took a scalpel and sliced open her thighs. They parted like butter. A river of blood started to run down her legs. Her screams were muffled by the ball gag in her mouth. We took some clamps to hold open the skin while we worked. He started to slice and pull pieces of the muscle out. He sat on her chest and showed her a piece.
‘Isn’t it beautiful? Look at what your hard work has accomplished.’
She started to cry as drops of her blood dripped from the meat onto her face. He was holding it with his finger tips as though it were a dead fish in his hand. He turned around still sitting on her chest. He took the clamps out and began tearing skin and muscle from her leg. He went nuts with it. He began throwing the pieces all over the place. He picked up a dull knife and began jabbing it into her stomach. Over and over again. Threw that across the room and went back to tearing her apart with his bare hands. Fleshy pieces were flying through the air. SPLAT! SPLAT! SQUISH! Everywhere! Tearing at her face. Her screams coming through the gag. When he was through she looked as though a pack of wild animals had gotten to her. The once beautiful woman chained to my floor was now unrecognizable. Now she lay torn and broken. Flesh strewn about like so much trash.
It was fucking artwork. When the adrenaline faded, I was still on top of her, bits of her body caught in my fingernails and some stuck in my hair. Chest heaving I realized Sir George had retreated to the darker recesses of my mind. He’d freaked himself out at how far he went this time. Normally he’d hang out and taunt me as I cleaned up, but not this time.
I still don’t know what bothered me more, the fact that he scared himself so badly or the fact that I enjoyed it more than he did.
We didn’t always just kill together. We had some pretty interesting times with one another. There were moments when he and I would just go have a normal evening together.
I remember this one time he mentioned he never really got a chance to truly enjoy the snow because he showed up so late in my life. He didn’t really make an appearance until I was an adult. Of course by that time I was done with trying to enjoy the winters.
It was November and it had started snowing. It was such a beautiful night. The moon was full and bright white. The sky was a velvety black with diamonds strewn across it. Not a cloud anywhere to destroy the view. The trees were naked of all their leaves and looked like skeletal hands reaching towards the sky. The snow was soft and crunchy. The air was crisp and sharp. You could feel the cold entering your lungs. See your breathe leave.
We walked through the trees for a bit then decided to make snow angels together. To be honest, it was a lot of fun. Too do something so innocent together. There was no stress, no anger. It was one of the best moments in my life. I felt free, light as a feather. Like a breeze could come up and I’d just float along with it. A leaf on the wind.
The only thing that blackens that night is a vision he shared with me. A woman naked, lying facedown, blood staining the snow.
What surprised me the most; he actually apologized to me and took it away. He was enjoying himself as much as I was. It was a great feeling. We took the long way home to stretch out the feelings of contentment as long as possible.
It’s in moments like those where he was able to weaken my resolve. In those surreal moments my walls were slowly breaking away, but at the same time in those moments I really didn’t care. Those are the memories I look to when things get really bad. Sometimes, when I’m in a mood, I think those memories alone are worth the havoc and destruction we have wrought. Of course I realize those are bad thoughts, but at the same time…
What to do? What to do? Where did you go? I’m bored. I have no one to talk to anymore. I’m starting to wonder if you’ve truly given up and left me alone. I thought you were so stubborn and you would always be there trying to take over. Where did you go? Did you really give up so easily? Where the hell are you? Come out and talk to me! What happened to wanting me? Always being my friend, never leaving?? What the FUCK am I supposed to do now? They think I did all those …those…horrible things. If you leave then what do I do?’
‘Realize that you need help and let them help you.’
‘Oh, thank god, you’re still here! Please don’t ever do….’
‘I have to go now.’
‘Why are you leaving me?’
‘You and I both know I was never really here. You may have created me but you don’t own me. Everything that was done, you did it. Your hatred of weak women has distorted your view of the world.’
‘So what? That’s it!? Your going to go now and leave me to pick up your mess one last time?’
‘You of all people know how much I hate the clean-up. Besides, if you really didn’t want to hurt those women you never would have. By creating me you were hoping to have a scapegoat and sorry love, I’m no one’s patsy.’
(panels showing clips of previous memories, all without him really there(snow angel, her’s Is the only one,etc))
‘Oh dear god….., dear GOD what have I done?!’
At the sand box in the backyard playing with army men and drinking a juice box a shadow appears behind a young boy. He looks up and a shimmer of light from the sun blinds him for a moment. After his vision clears he sees a man standing there.
Smiling, the man looks down at the boy, ‘Hello……..
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You should listen to Milk! Does a body good!!
