Post by Jack on Feb 4, 2007 1:56:12 GMT -5
{Failure By D e s i g n
.when everything feels like the movies
.when everything feels like the movies
Dear whoever you are,
This is like one of those books. You know, one of those books whose first word is Failure.
Some people have perfect lives. Well, you know what? Darn them.
We don’t care about them, now do we?
Well, at least- I don’t. My name’s Jack, and I’m the one man show.
At least, that’s what I tell people. You see- I tell them my name’s Jack, because if I told them my real name, they’d hate me forever and send me nasty things in the mail. Why would someone do that to an innocent boy like me? Well, it’s for where I take them. But- don’t get me wrong, it’s a great place. Okay, not great. It’s an interesting place. There’s always something happening. There’s always someone whose life’s getting worse and worse.
I take them to this
I know everything about everyone there. Literally. No one can keep secrets from me. It’s kind of like the Matrix, but really different. I’m kind of like the author for their stories. You see, when I’m bored I make up stories, and then put them into play in ‘Loserville’. I don’t know how it works, or even where ‘Loserville’ is. It’s just, there. So, I write these stories, and I watch people play them out- I come in and correct the character if they’re portraying the character wrong, and I’m the one to okay which characters interact with which.
Well, I make these stories because of songs. And lately I’m listening to Sugarcult and Brand New. Songs always give me these weird ideas. Or, sometimes they just come- and than I find a song to go with them. I find it fun. And none of my characters are exactly the same, they all have these inner thoughts about whatever’s happening that only I and them know, or maybe the rest of the town knows- they just don’t talk about it much. Why? Because I make sure they don’t. But they don’t know about me. They just live their lives, like everybody else- not knowing that if I wrote it, their mother might die in a tragic accident. It’s not like they have this ‘funny feeling’ that someone’s controlling them, because se I’m not- I just make them and their story. But, you see- everything I write, is unfinished, so that they can choose the ending on their own. Because they’re people- just like you and me.
I mean, it’s pretty hard to monitor everything that’s going on. But I try. I make characters a certain way so that in the end everything turns out okay. I hate sad endings, but I love putting my characters through hell. And back. If anything doesn’t make sense of what I’ve just said, please tell, and or ask-.
Oh, did I forget to mention my crazy obsession with that book 'the Outsiders'? And how the town has now slipt it’s self up into the rich’-ass’ Easts, and the layed back(poor) Wests? And then the poor Souths who’re trying to stop the fighting and keep getting caught in the middle? Yes well, them too… can’t forget about that...
But, this may be the last time I write for a while. Things are a little out of control lately...
Why?
Because I've put 'P.S. I Love you' into action...
'P.S. I Love you' Intro
Not to mention the Pros and Cons of Breathing...
-Jack [/center][/font]