Wednesday, May 16, 2007

The "cutting edge" or one crazy Caruso fan

I found that on the net and I thank you MISHMA 1 for granting me persmission to use it.!!! Great stuff!!

Deep, deep in the bowels of a Clovis, California basement (my mistake - I got lucky by a mere chance.Thank you EP for pointing it out to me. 4 eyes see more than 2.) a lonely, attention starved woman impatiently and rather violently shoves a cat that was blocking the keyboard on one of her 10 laptops. "Sorry, Patches", the woman coos, "but this's impawtant".
Next to her a knife her favourite cutting instrument. It calls her out. She can feel it - she can already hear the sirens of the ambulance which will take her away once again. Like a few months before. Ugly scars and cuts already "decorate" her body. Truly DISGUSTING.
She then types the findings of her her new theory. She has been observing the punctuation patterns and European spellings of such words as behaviour, colour and favourite of some people that post on a gossip blog's forum. She is clearly obsessed - not only with her knife.
She is onto to something big, she can feel it. If only she hadn't flunked the psych tests during her "FBI training"(LOL) she could have been doing bigger things than just getting menal work through a job agency, but alas, this will have to suffice.
It angers her, the bureaucratic injustice of it all that forces her to post together with a highly unstable individual to vent her ire. Once she was somebody - or at least dreamed about it - but now she is nobody; reduced to tracing commas and periods to fold into her conspiracy theories, much like folding the frothy egg whites into a cake batter.
Once she collected Manolo Blahniks now she collects assorted feral stray cats. Once she had a 6 carat fake diamond ring, a sugar-daddy for a fiance and possibly the most angry gay man in all of Califonia as a BFF and now what does she have?
A freaky web-page about an actor who doesn't give a fuck about her AND of course she has her anger, she has her bitterness and her beloved knife which glitters sooo invitingly and which she undoubtly will use if things don't turn out the way she hopes they do...

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

SENASATIONAL! XOXOXOXOXO MISHMA!

SweetCorn said...

Thank you. And thank YOU again for allowing me to use it!

Anonymous said...

I've heard about people who mutilate themselves because the can't deal with a problem. But I've never actually met one. Must be hard.

Anonymous said...

it is hard, but OLD HEINIE here would never have any compassion for someone with a problem. SHIT she even trashes toddlers! And kicks dogs, kills kittens and no doubt pulls the wings off butterflies.

SweetCorn said...

The problem with those people is that they often use lame excuses as to WHY they do what they do. Just the thought of hurting MYSELF (Ego should always be the most important thing and should always come first) just to feel better gives me the creeps.
Show me people with REAl problems and I might be inclined to have compassion....

Anonymous said...

so, you claim to have a daughter but have no compassion for someone sexually bruatallized as a small child? what kind of mother is that? what kind of mother are you, if a mother at all? it makes no sense that you cannot understand how that type of abuse could damage a psyche and perhaps alter forever a person's life.

SweetCorn said...

Life is tough and we ALL have to deal with blows , hardships etc. There are very few people on this planet who have/had an ideal childhood.But whining about it won't help.

Anonymous said...

so who whines? nearly none has great childhood is true but some of us have it far worse than others. you should consider and have a little empathy, if you are capable. physche is fragile at a young age. what if your daughter was hurt like that? would you not show compassion for her mental problems later with it?

SweetCorn said...

I would get her help but I also would teach her that life goes on no matter how badly she was treated. Forget the whole thing and move on. Only the tough survive.