Your Perspective

Bending the frickin' twig proved difficult. Yet, I accepted it's challenge. Grunting and groaning, a snap breaks through. My lips turn up as I bring the twig to my face. My eyes detect white among brown, proclaiming frickin' victory! Sighing, I collapse into the grass. I drop an arm onto the grass but I examine the twig with my other hand. It's white with sharp grey around. Lowering a finger underneath, I flip the twig to the other side. "Huh," I say. The brown of the twig is faded, grey almost! The twig's in length with my finger. Thus, a small creature. I let out a sigh and toss the twig. Jumping across the grass, my eyes watch as the twig rolls. I drop my head onto the ground and a groan escapes my lips. I'm impatient! Propping my elbows up onto the dirt, I push myself up. "I'm uncomfortable!" I announce. My pissed state brings my lips down. "I won't be able to see!" I whimper and fold my arms. "Pity," I complain. Sun's getting low. My tired eyes droop. Men scattered across the orange sand, bicker at one another. The large reptiles seem nadir-ish. They just lay there, inside the crates. Despair is what they feel. Hopeless? Nada! One hulk comes into view, sticking out like a sore thumb! He pushes a cart of crates and one of 'em takes notice. Calling out to the other scobberlotchers, they gather in armies. All scobberlotchers in a cluster is a good sign. And, scavenging for that bittersweet beer! "Lookie, lookie!" I exclaim and jump to my feet! "Goodie." I giggle. I scan the rows of crates, admiring all the many colors. My eyes land on the closest, a crimson think tank.

Bringing two fingers to my lips, I exhale a sharp whistle. The think tanks, curious, raises a head and looks in my direction. I tap my head and motion the action of a head banging against the crate door. Just a few moments before, I loosened the locks on the crates. 'Cause I love being a nut! A giggle escapes my lips. "Those dastardly bastards!" I yell. The think tanks seem to get the signal and start to banging their heads against the door. The slams from the crate door cause an echo. Echo. The thuds along with the determination from 'em cause a ruckus among the reptiles. They seem to get the signal and commit to an escape. The air fills with the echoes of growls, screeches, and slammin'. Lovely! Looking back at the scobberlotchers, each of 'em scoffs and continue their chit-chat. My smile grows wider. With each slam, the chains come loose. But the scobberlotchers tempted fate. Boys, let moi teach ya somethin'. Slam! Bang! Life's too short. Slam! Bang! To! Slam! Bang! Waste! Slam! Bang! Fate! Slam! Bang! Eventually, the chains gave. Bursting open the doors, the reptiles let out a screech. In sync, the reptiles dart across the sky. Mass colors fill the sky and I giggle. I spin around on my toes underneath the reptiles. My h/s h/l h/c mane blows in the wind, causing swirls of h/c to surround me. The chill nips at my skin, the sensation refreshing.

High screeches fill the air along with male voices. A mixture of pleasure. The colors turn back 'round and go into attack mode. I run to the edge of the cliff and admire the beasts vengeance. Alas, men scatter, proving difficult to shoot! Frowning, I let out a groan. I stomp a foot and fold my arms. I wrinkle my nose up in disgust. But upon seeing the think tanks use their explosive breaths, I'm optimistic! The invisible reptiles disappear! Green mist rolls across the sand. Men grabbing weapons also run for cover. The invisible reptiles reappear and attack zounderkites from behind, startling 'em. Unholy fire rains down upon 'em along with screams escaping their throats. My smile spreads wider, almost ear to ear and it hurts. "In the name of Thor!" A man exclaims and points. The beasts' fire hops to carts of beer, crates, and the ships. Dark smoke rises from flames while men huddle and pray. "Heh, heh!" I cackle. I clap my palms and whisper, "Joke's on 'em.". My eyes follow the scattered buffoons. Using hiding spots as a means to survive or running for weapons, either way, they're screwed! I laugh at the scene playing out. Beautiful...indeed. Take a good look at agony! Cupping my hands around my lips, I yell, "Thanks for the memories!". The reptiles fly up into the sky and a gust of wind blows back my hair. I fold my arms and a smirk forms across my lips. Life...is served with hot corn and...unfortunately...cold alcohol! I step back from the scenery but not taking my eyes off.

Sounds of town! Children runnin', men working, and bloody murders in the air. I kick at a pebble and it rolls across the dirt. There's a reason for everything! Including moi! The Devil's hellspawn. "Oh, woe!" A female's voice sighs. It's whisper is at a high pitch, exaggerated. "In clearing your name," I look around in a panic. I know you! "If you only knew." My eyes fall on a sign, Mistress Muse. It blows in the wind and bangs. The faded f/c surrounds a male and a dark shadow. "Chains will be bound to you. Paralyze you. Spook you." In between the figures is a soft glow of white. I approach 'em. "Hello?" A male's voice hisses. "You won't get your wishes..." A female responds. "But," The figure bends over and picks up a bowl.

A liquid glistens with the soft glow. "Refresh your soul." The figure whispers. The male takes the bowl and pours the liquid into his mouth. It's disgusting. The male drops the bowl and shoots up to where he becomes dizzy. He stumbles and tumbles about. I roll my eyes at this fop's stupidity. "Shoot or sugar?" The female's voice asks.

No answer.

I wanna die.
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