Psychotic Smite
Hands sweat as pulse races, eyes trying to focus hopelessly on the pixels which formed together into a letter, which lay beside each other letter in ecstasy to present a word, printed on somewhat new, yet browning paper. A hand fidgets at the corner of an eye, a body moves rapidly, crazily, and the pulse races on. Singing fills a right ear, in the voice of a man feared insane, a sentence fills a right ear, in the voice of a man feared insane. A sentence is heard and a man is no longer feared insane. A man is insane. Page ninety-seven turns to page ninety-eight as lust is seen at the corner of an eye, a face of desire that is soon followed by a cackling laughter. Insanity is laughing.
Shivers of nervousness arises at the back of a neck, moving swiftly down a spine, thighs, legs and dissipating. Insanity continues to laugh, continues to enjoy anything it can snatch. Hands tremble slightly as attention focuses on sentence ten. Focus becoming more difficult by the second. Rapid fussing of a body continues, a hand rubbing at the body in a suggestive manner, a repulsive manner. That same hand falls to the body’s side, closer, an attempt to close the distance. Desire looks on at the corner of an eye, a sleazy grin, as fear turns up for its all-star performance.
A body stands, an arm grabbing a blue sports bag. Footsteps fill both ears as an exit is made. Insanity has left, but a man is still insane.
You were provoked by Vittra at 10:06 pm | 9 opinions »
October 31st, 2005
Disturbing.
Heh… insanity is my greatest fear in the world. I have lost it once or twice (but isolating myself emotionally and/or physically stopped others from noticing), and there are no assurances that I won’t lose it again. There are plenty of bad things in the world, but none I think is worse than the mind when “busted”, “broken”, “ill”.
Murder, disease, decay in general are always present in the world, and always will be. You can isolate yourself from these things, at least to an extent, and I suppose “hide” from them. But the shadow of your mind is always right behind you, and you cannot hide from it. It sees everything you do. Everything. And the more you comprehend of the world around you, the more ammunition you give your greatest enemy: your own grey matter.
November 1st, 2005
Something you saw Vitt?
November 1st, 2005
What do you mean I don’t leave a comment, what is this?
November 3rd, 2005
Vittra, you never fail to disappoint …. the words! the words are just ….. *speechless*
November 4th, 2005
I gotcha! Thanks for leaving the link.
Can’t say – good post as everyone usually say.
November 5th, 2005
Hi Vittra. Saw your query on Catsutorials about importing from Blogger to WP. Like you, I just managed to import the posts without comments.
I quick look also shows loss of formatting (quoted text, for example).
Did you manage to import your Blogger comments?
November 11th, 2005
Someone really needs to work on his double negatives, make sure he gets it right…
Anyway, I could have said this before, but that was a fucking hot piece. Really really good. I remember you telling me about the incident, and I really dig the way you’ve coloured it in here. The repetition motif in the first paragraph is an intriguing effect. Sort of makes me feel a little bit cracked myself!
November 11th, 2005
I believe the lack of several hundred comments on my previous entries implies that I didn’t. Besides, hadn’t I mentioned that I failed to get commenting to import when I posted a reply to the script? The comments you see on previous posts are manually placed there by myself; as it were, I got too tired and impatient with the process and decided to carry on from where I was, forgetting past comments and deciding to concentrate on the future. I doubt I would ever find a working comment import script, but if there is one, I needn’t use it now. Good luck with your search.
Precisely what I had hoped to accomplish!
December 28th, 2005
Aw, now I’m missing out. Had you told me about this incident that Jax is referring to? Anyway, good story nonetheless. And yeah, the repetition is a good effect in this story. Damnit, Jax always steals my replies!