CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
The colours!
No, he didn't want to go. He wanted to be a colour forever. Why couldn't he stay!
He was back in school. A familiar dream. A dream! This was all a dream. He wasn't really here. He was really a colour.
The emo kids were in his school now. Maybe they'd always been there. Who cares. This life didn't mean anything to him anymore. He yawned. He just wanted to wake up. Or go back to sleep. Whatever.
"You're going to be later for class!" Lemo said, worried. Lemo was just a scared little kid, of course. That's he'd ever been.
"Fuck that!" said Berty. "I dance with colours, man. I'm one with them. I am them. They are me, man."
"SHIT, Mister Robocop is coming, I'm getting the FRAK out of here!" said Lemo, running away.
"Silly cowardly Lemo!" said Berty. "Nothing can hurt you in a dream, man!"
"YOU, BERTY BUMFACE!" came the ominous voice of Mister Robocop, the headmaster.
"Yeah, yeah," said Berty, lighting up a spliff. "What the fuck you want, mandog?"
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT!" said Robocop. "YOU THINK LIFE IS ALL ABOUT YOU, DON'T YOU?"
"Well, duh!" said Berty. "It's my life, hipster!"
"IT'S YOUR LIFE FROM YOUR OWN LIMITED POINT OF VIEW!" said Robocp. "YOU DON'T SEE IT ALL, YOU SEE SO LITTLE! AND YOUR LIFE TOUCHES OTHERS AND YOU ARE TOUCHED BY OTHERS! FUCKING BUCK YOUR IDEAS UP, YOU BASTARDFACE. PULL YOUR FUCKDAMN SOCKS!"
"I'm doing fine, crusing along, looking for a Wise Woman or some shit," said Berty, dismissively.
"YOU SHOULDN'T BE LOOKING FOR A WISE WOMAN TO ANSWER YOUR PROBLEMS! YOU'RE HIDING,THAT'S ALL YOU'RE DOING, HIDING FROM THE TRUTH BEHIND THIS CHILDISH QUEST! FIND YOUR OWN ANSWERS! FACE REALITY!"
"Naaaah!"
Robocop pulled out his supergun.
"What, you gonna shoot me, nigga?"
Robocop blew Berty's arm off with the gun.
"Holy shit!"
"RUN, PUNY MORTAL!"
"Aaaaah!"
Berty ran through the halls of the school, desperate now, panicking. He'd lost his arm! He couldn't find the right class and none of the emo kids would help him. They just pointed, laughing. Berty started crying. And pooped his pants.
He wanted to crawl into his locker and die. He opened his locker door. Susie was inside.
"Berty, you can't keep running," she said. "You have to face things. I'll be here to help you. But you have to face them."
"Nooo..."
"Berty..."
"Life isn't for me. I SHOULD BE A COLOUR!"
But Berty turned round now to face whatever was coming his way. Only with his eyes screwed up.
"OPEN THEM, YOU COWARD!" he heard Robocop say. He did. There, standing before him, was his father, the world famous dentist.
"Why do you hate teeth?" his father asked.
Berty sat up with a start in the Wise Woman's hovel.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" she laughed.
"Berty!" said Susie. "What happened?"
"I was a colour," he said, confused.
No, he didn't want to go. He wanted to be a colour forever. Why couldn't he stay!
He was back in school. A familiar dream. A dream! This was all a dream. He wasn't really here. He was really a colour.
The emo kids were in his school now. Maybe they'd always been there. Who cares. This life didn't mean anything to him anymore. He yawned. He just wanted to wake up. Or go back to sleep. Whatever.
"You're going to be later for class!" Lemo said, worried. Lemo was just a scared little kid, of course. That's he'd ever been.
"Fuck that!" said Berty. "I dance with colours, man. I'm one with them. I am them. They are me, man."
"SHIT, Mister Robocop is coming, I'm getting the FRAK out of here!" said Lemo, running away.
"Silly cowardly Lemo!" said Berty. "Nothing can hurt you in a dream, man!"
"YOU, BERTY BUMFACE!" came the ominous voice of Mister Robocop, the headmaster.
"Yeah, yeah," said Berty, lighting up a spliff. "What the fuck you want, mandog?"
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT!" said Robocop. "YOU THINK LIFE IS ALL ABOUT YOU, DON'T YOU?"
"Well, duh!" said Berty. "It's my life, hipster!"
"IT'S YOUR LIFE FROM YOUR OWN LIMITED POINT OF VIEW!" said Robocp. "YOU DON'T SEE IT ALL, YOU SEE SO LITTLE! AND YOUR LIFE TOUCHES OTHERS AND YOU ARE TOUCHED BY OTHERS! FUCKING BUCK YOUR IDEAS UP, YOU BASTARDFACE. PULL YOUR FUCKDAMN SOCKS!"
"I'm doing fine, crusing along, looking for a Wise Woman or some shit," said Berty, dismissively.
"YOU SHOULDN'T BE LOOKING FOR A WISE WOMAN TO ANSWER YOUR PROBLEMS! YOU'RE HIDING,THAT'S ALL YOU'RE DOING, HIDING FROM THE TRUTH BEHIND THIS CHILDISH QUEST! FIND YOUR OWN ANSWERS! FACE REALITY!"
"Naaaah!"
Robocop pulled out his supergun.
"What, you gonna shoot me, nigga?"
Robocop blew Berty's arm off with the gun.
"Holy shit!"
"RUN, PUNY MORTAL!"
"Aaaaah!"
Berty ran through the halls of the school, desperate now, panicking. He'd lost his arm! He couldn't find the right class and none of the emo kids would help him. They just pointed, laughing. Berty started crying. And pooped his pants.
He wanted to crawl into his locker and die. He opened his locker door. Susie was inside.
"Berty, you can't keep running," she said. "You have to face things. I'll be here to help you. But you have to face them."
"Nooo..."
"Berty..."
"Life isn't for me. I SHOULD BE A COLOUR!"
But Berty turned round now to face whatever was coming his way. Only with his eyes screwed up.
"OPEN THEM, YOU COWARD!" he heard Robocop say. He did. There, standing before him, was his father, the world famous dentist.
"Why do you hate teeth?" his father asked.
Berty sat up with a start in the Wise Woman's hovel.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" she laughed.
"Berty!" said Susie. "What happened?"
"I was a colour," he said, confused.
