Fact or Fiction…

“I know your life is a never-ending nightmare full of horror and deceit. I know you are often at odds with yourself and this horrid thing called life. Every morning is filled with contempt as you have this endless debate on whether or not you should kill yourself in your shower or while your K-cup brews or in your car that is neither new nor old but works just fine. These things I know because I’m sitting right next to you. These things I know because I’m looking at the same things you are. These things I know because we share the same eco-friendly renewable water source in the same god damn forsaken city on the banks of some form of water. I know all these things. I think all these things because I too live a life of perceived perfection. A zero-struggle life know as modern society. Chances are we think the same exact way but out of pure boredom let’s say I don’t. Because we have to be different in this world. We have to be special when it comes to things like this in life. Odds are against us though beyond our thoughts. We went to the same school, learned from the same books, ate the same shitty food, and lived near perfect replicas of the same life. Let me guess you played doctor? Let me guess you owned a copy of GTA 3? Let me guess you couldn’t catch’em all on paper or digitized? Let me guess you thought you were special? Well, you’re not, you and I are more alike than you and I might think. We are so close you and I that we could be one in the same. Chances are we are in fact the same robotic, institutionalized, modern guilt individuals walking side by side right now. We could say hello to one another but we won’t. We could relate our shared dream suicide scenarios but we won’t. We could discuss just how much we actually hate each other but we won’t. Because what’s the point? Why tell you everything you already know? Why bother letting you in on our little secrets? We all have secrets, guilty pleasures, they are all the same but we have them. We imagine that they are the little things that make us different. That the tidbits of information we hold dear separate us from fact and fiction. When really there is no such thing. We live a life of fact and fiction. We live a life of knowing we are the same, fact. We live a life thinking in some way we are different, fiction. We live lives that are exactly the same. We fuck women and men who are exactly the same. We blindly follow the dumbest of our kind because we know that they are the same. We read books and stories, watch movies and shows on people or about people who are exactly the same. And like you I will do nothing to change this. Like you I will ride this life into the ground hoping for something better but being served up the exact same. There is no difference between animals and man. Just as there is no difference between us. Everything was put here to do the exact same thing, suffer until our last dying breathe.”

“What an interesting report Timothy,” the teacher struggles to form the words. “Not quite what we were looking for but informative all the same in its own way. Very imaginative,” her face unsure like her mind about what to say or do. With a satisfied smile the boy takes his seat once again. She shuffles some papers on her desk, “Umm if we could have Stephanie, Stephanie Keaton come up next.” Stephanie joyfully gets up from her seat and takes her place at the head of the class. “Now Stephanie could you tell us what you did this summer?”

Layne Ambrose

Little Timmy seems to be on the right path to something… Let’s all hope he doesn’t envision himself as president… At least we all know the medication is working… Hate to be Stephanie… I mean how do you follow that up?…

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