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I am a bitter man
I am a bitter man
you relax me
though
you rub my shoulders
wipe my brow
simmer
me
down
Uptight
me and my kin
when do we go away
we do we drift away
people get ready
people get ready
we drift away
i’ve switched off
i do i switch off
babe lets go back
babe lets go back
i wasn’t listening
i’ll keep you out of harms way
you’ll keep me out of harms way
me and my kin
think the best of you
dice.
stir.
protaganist yelps. shoots up from his chair and into the ceiling.
his cage sends him in a fleeting rage from time to time.
he flits this way and that. bashing walls with his entire body.
slamming the ceiling with his stomach.
pounding the floor with his back.
they never last long. 5 or 10 minutes at the most.
the ritual seems to calm him and help him accept his prison.
its as though he needs to introduce every square inch of his body, face to face, with the bounds of his realm.
its no good for his stomach to just know it cant go out the window. it has to feel it cant.
so protaganist, the gentleman that he is, obliges his stomachs particularness.
stomach - window.
window - stomach.
‘nice to meet you’
‘also you’.
now it may be important to note that protaganist is aware of his perculiar situation. he knows very well that there is most likely a way out of his predicament. probably involving a small amount of humiliation but not greater than he could bare. there would probably an amount of accepting responsibility and it would also most likely be not more than he could bare.
however - he can not for the life of him see his redemption.
short of the 6 he would never role, protaganist has no idea what can save him.
and for that matter nor do i.
“i am” he proclaims suddenly. overwhelmed by all this talk of redemption and fate.
and that does comfort him for a while.
dissssssapointment
now protaganist does not allow us to share in his disapointment.
there is no cute tale or clever metaphore to allow us to share his experience.
all that needs to be known is contained within the word itself.
it is long
complicated
and apprehension of the latter half leaves us lingering gingerly on the only comfortable part.
the begining.
before disapointment is disapointment.
Dissapointment
Protaganist comes to. Entirely aware of his lot he picks up the camera roll with an angry sweep. Rattle. Surprise surprise. Dice has found his way back into the film cannister. Already welling up protaganist opens the lid - pours dice into his hand and swallows him. “please work, he thinks, please w-” Protaganist is slammed back into the manswallwer and once again he Is transported. His gut churns and writhes like a wookie in a washing machine. Dice has rolled down the osophagus, pushed it’s way into the stomach were now it must rest showing a 1,3 or 5 - dissapointment
I’m so sorry for everything I’m so sorry for everything I’m so sorry for everything I’m so sorry for everything
