Life, death, life.... and death again.

Life, death, life.... and death again.

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im starting to work on a novel..... what do you think? please share your thoughts.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Live, die, kill.

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…. Palsy loved fishing in free time or if he didn’t love, he was forced to go fishing with his father, they would catch lots of em. Then the almighty father would dry them out and if you asked the boys, it was the worst thing you could get in your mouth…. Aside from a dick maybe. that’s how things were...

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: April 29, 2017

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chapter 1
live, die, kill
 Dermatomyositis is a rare inflammatory disease. Common symptoms of dermatomyositis include a distinctive skin rash, muscle weakness,or inflamed muscles. boys were on their second years at the universities, they were “put in” there by their parents beggings and pleadings though… as they were excessively worried about their children’s futures. But the truth was, that they were very lazy and didn’t even bother trying… “ look at all this stupid kids, trying so hard, doing this doing that….. and then they feel pride about themselves huh?” “ ooh look at me, I study so hard.. im such a good student…. then fucking what?” boys would think to themselves cynically “ then you will get a careers and good fucking job. You have aced life, now you can be fucking happy as you are so successful…. Gimme a break will ya, you fellas are pathetic and besides how many of you will achieve shit anyways?!.” that’s how they thought and so didn’t try to study, they would check in on universities occasionally though… just for laughs or exams. friends were extremely cynical and arrogant against outsiders. Everyone would be looked down from above who wasn’t in their friend group as inferior insects really. They didn’t take anyone seriously, laughed at them, criticized anyone really. They were like sharks, they were feeding on others insecurities, their flaws made them forget their own and focus on others, even though deep down inside they knew what was going on… so our boys in their early twenties were still unemployed, unmotivated and without money really ,aside from money they took from their parents for drinks and cigarettes, that was it. Joey, as we know was battling with depression, he didn’t even want to achieve shit… “ it wont make me happy anyways, what’s the point? Im not stupid like other people….. it doesn’t really matter to me whether I get a career or spend my whole life scratching balls…. I am bound to suffer anyways but I atleast acknowledge what a piece of shit I am and am not trying to pretend like im someone worthy, I hate these pretentious cunts”. he hated materialists very much, he would want to vomit when imagining people showing off their possesions, buying expensive things, looking down on others because they had lots of money but he pitied them also, and was glad that he was not like them, ignorant and unconscious, simple-minded amoebas.. “ fuck all rich people” he would say jokingly, but still he wanted money too though “ if only I had enough money just to supply myself with enough cigarettes, drinks, and food that’s it and also lots of fucking books for certain”. He dreamed of acquiring enough money, then building a house, a wooden house somewhere far away from society, close to nature, where he would read books, contemplate, meditate and eventually commit suicide as in loneliness his depression and self-hatred would only become more severe and severe, that was his plan for an ideal future, atleast he would confront himself and get some perspective and understanding on his complex issues, suppressed emotions, traumas, and everything buried deep within darkest of places…. Maybe he could even afford self-acceptance, that would be more than a gold. Others though.. they wanted money for typical stuff: to socialize, have fun, make parties, bang chicks, drive expensive cars, build castles. Not that joey woulnd’t enjoy doing this shallow things…. Maybe for a little time period he would be willing to fuck until his dick melted, and then he would proceed to his “cave”…….
“ do you like Dostoevsky?” she asked. It was her…. Unbelievable.
“yeah, sure. He Is one of my favorites, brothers Karamazov is easily one of the best books ever written” joey replied.
“and…” she was smiling “what about cakes, do you like cakes?”
“ not much, Im not fond of sweets really” said joey and then he woke up slowly...
“it was a dream huh? Dostoevsky and cakes, what a combination….”  he saw the girl he loved, Lucille, in his dream . falcon couldn’t remember when did that happen last time and was very happy as he hadn’t seen her for years. It was 2 pm,  joey got up and drank a cold glass of water, his throat was sore and dried out and water was really soothing….. it was always the first thing he did in the morning, then he emptied his bladder and went back to bed to masturbate… then got up and got dressed. “what to do today?” he thought to himself “should I call boys or just jerk off for whole day” he looked out of the window and light up his cigarrete. It was a sunny day, unfortunately for him. joey loved rainy, dark days, they soothed him somehow and made him feel a little inner peace for which he was so desperate about. He always found strange, when other people were sad and disliked gloomy, rainy weathers.  “sometimes, I wish rain would flood us all, are you up for a second round god?” he talked with “god” sarcastically. There were several alternatives for the day: staying at home, surfing the net, watching porn, movies, listening to music, then porn again, then a little facebook maybe…. Or he could go out with guys and then the day would show them. He was in the mood for the latter and that’s exactly when reverant called. “ hey, what’s up man?” he asked. “im taking a shit” joey replied “lets go out in an hour okay? Call others”. “ ok I will and do you have some money? Lets have a beer, its hot today” said reverant. “ yeah, I will see if I can get something, call you later” joey hanged the phone, he loved alcohol so much “ damn, I would be miserable without drinks, I wouldn’t even wish upon my worst enemy to watch this world sober” he thought to himself. joey put his jacket on, his converse shoes and off he went. As he walked out of house, he saw some neighbours, said hello to them and they replied back. Then went out and gave a beggar sitting on a street some money. “jeez, so many of these beggars around every corner, its like they are working together and then laughing at us as they are counting millions”. After walking for 5 minutes, He met reverant at their randevouz point… the delfos square. That’s where boys were gathering lately, and then they would set their plans for the day………
“hey asshole, where are the others” joey asked while fist bumping reverent.
“I don’t know, zaku said he is on his way, can’t contact palsy though, he’s not answering the goddamn phone as usual” said reverent, spitting out with disgust.
“probably his father is drilling him, forget it” said joey and light his cigarette, giving another one to reverent.
“ listen man…” there was something unusual in revererents voice “ I think, I’m sick”
“ I know, you really are one sick bastard.” Joey laughed it off and released smoke from his nose
“ no, seriously you jerk.. I think I’ve got an anthrax” reverent stood up from a chair and started walking around.
“woah” joey was shocked “ what the fuck man?, how did you end up getting that, are you a farmer secretly or what the hell is wrong with you, tell me you are shitting around” he concluded and threw his cigarette on the ground, stepping on it. “and besides, you don’t even have skin lesions”
“ well, I.. I do” reverent was hesitating “ I have them on my dick”
joey gagged immediately “ugh.. don’t tell me you….” But reverent didn’t let him finish “ yes, I fucked an animal and ended up cutting my dick in its vagina, there you go…”
“what animal was it? Was it any good at least? How much did you pay?” joey was smiling cynically
“It was a sheep, and yes I enjoyed it quite a lot, still better than my right hand…..” reverent concluded and asked for another cigarette.
“ok, you can fuck off now” joey said, got up as if he was leaving “ just stay away from me okay? Sick bastard” and then he took two cigarettes out of his pack gave one to rev, put another in his mouth and lit them up. Then after few seconds he asked “ok, what now?... You need antibiotics asap”
“no way, there’s no way I can afford it” reverent shook his head in dismay. “ what do you mean man? We will do something… we will borrow it from someone or you know… we’ll figure it out” joey said and that’s when he felt a slap on the back of his head, he turned araound swinging his arm and hit him in the face…. Of course it was zaku… “ are you nuts, you asshole?” he shouted enraged, he hated this kinds of jokes of zaku… “ what are you dickheads up to?” he asked “ will you give me a smoke?” joey put his pack in his pocket “ forget about it, no way” zaku wasn’t a smoker, but for some annoying reasons, sometimes he asked for cigarettes and just smoked them without any reason, this annoyed boys very much and weren’t giving him shit, when he asked for it.. “hey schizoid, you know…. our brother here is not a virgin anymore” joey could barely hold his laughter “ you can congratulate him” 
“no fucking way” zaku and his excessive emotional expressions as always……
“yep, its true! I fucked the shit out of a black sheep and now my dick has charcoal sprinkled on it.” Reverents words were monotonous and had no emotions in it.
“ jesus, you are such an idiot man, didn’t you wear a fucking condom?!” zaku seemed pissed
“ are you fucking dumb?” joey asked genuinely “ of course he wore it, it just ripped open, shit happens sometimes, you know?!”
“whats wrong with your dick? It is battered and swollen as fuck, I guess… may I see it?” asked zaku.
“yes, sure… you can suck me off, If you want it so much” reverent made a gesture as if he was whipping out his now ashen friend…
“ theres only one way… we must find palsy asap.” Joey reached out for his phone again and dialed palsie’s number. Black peasant was learning at a medicine state university and even though boys thought that ending up as his patient was worse than a stage 4 cancer diagnosis, they had no other choice as rev was refusing antibiotics……

 


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