Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Curse Words and Crucibles



**Warning: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE!


Dialogue:

"I'm so glad you married someone who came to town to teach us all how to think. Including you. You dragged her in on your coattails that she paid for, no doubt, and then she stole your limelight, inch by inch, pushed you into the shadows, and now she tells us all how to think. It's poetic injustice at its finest and it makes me want to fucking puke. She can't get off with that in her own neighbourhood so she comes to little old backwoods fuck-off nowhere and stands on her piece of shit soap box made from the charred remains of whatever life she fucked off from and she stands there and tells the masses how to think and what to think and what she thinks (and who really cares, let me ask you?) and she insults your mother so furtively I have to wonder if your poor mother is bright enough to catch on to it and people, for some reason, seem to need someone to tell them how to think, and there she is, flaunting her asshole mouth like its just the thing we have all been dying for. Like water in the desert of our own ignorance and I have to ask myself what you think. What do you actually, truly think? Because, brother, she's made a joke of your career and of you and if you don't see it, well? You're as blind as that fucking cigarette hanging out of the side of your mouth.

I don't think I have to tell you how this will end. It will end sadly. It will end badly. It will end in tears and regret and a lot of hungry mouths. It will end in shame. There will be blame. Resentment. It'll all come down. You know it. I know it. What the hell do I care? We'll be in the mountains by then and this'll all be a bad dream. A poorly written narrative. Something we will all look back on and shake our heads at. If you won't wake yourself up, nobody else is going to do it for you. That's the end. That's all there is to it."

JC
Creative writing 301.

The Man From River Town
Graphic novel approach.



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