Tucked Safely Inside my Fourth Wall
Jul 12, 2014 20:07:46 GMT -5
Seth, Oblivion, and 6 more like this
Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2014 20:07:46 GMT -5
Waylon:Hey! Hey you! Yeah, I’m talkin’ to you readin’ this. You gotta help me out. This Dale fucker is outta his damn mind. Everything was fine at first, but now he’s lost it. He’s got me hooked on coke, he took everything away from me, and when I ask him why all the asshole can say is ‘I wanna see how you react.’ BADLY! That’s how I fuckin’ react! I swear to god, you leave me in this sadistic bastard’s hands for much longer, and I’m just gonna burn everything to the ground!
He ain’t even that good of a writer! I mean, do I do ANYTHING but smoke when I’m trash talkin’?! Gimme somethin’ else man. And seriously, how many fuckin’ celebrities am I gonna kill before he jumps off that bandwagon? It’s brutal, and I gotta get outta here. Please, for the love of god, somebody stop him.
Now… now he’s got me facin’ Chelsea, and I got one friend in the whole world. Of course, that friend’s my manager, and he ain’t happy with me none either. This is gettin’ ridiculous. No man could take this kinda torture day in and day out. I know I sure as shit can’t. Please, if you got any emotion in your heart, stop this man. Please… take me away from him before some Mary-Sue cunt lights me on fire!
I’m sorry, I don’t mean to freak out, but I’m at the end of my rope here. Everything’s goin’ wrong, and he ain’t stoppin’ any time soon. It’s like he’s some evil little five year old just pullin’ my wings off and watchin’ me writhe around on the sidewalk. It ain’t human! There’s somethin’ fuckin’ sick about it, and I don’t wanna be a part of it no more! I can’t… I just can’t handle it.
Maybe it won’t be this bad for long. Maybe he’s just building toward a huge hero’s comeback! Maybe things are gonna get better… I used to think that a lot. Then I realized what sort of monster is controllin’ me. Trust me, Dale is psychotic, and he’s gonna destroy me if someone don’t stop him. Doesn’t anyone out there have a SOUL?! For the love of god! He’s a maniac!
I’m gonna stand up to him. That’s right. This time when he comes, I’m gonna tell him no more! I ain’t his little puppet, and I ain’t gonna play his game. I’m Waylon fuckin’ Cash! He doesn’t control me! I’m the master of my own damn fate, and he can suck a dick! Yeah, that’s what I’ll tell him. When he shows up with his douchey goatee and his fuckin’ weed breath, I’m gonna tell that asshole what’s what. You best believe that. Waylon Cash ain’t gonna be a victim of shitty writin’ no more!
Oh shit! Shit shit shit shit! He’s comin’. God dammit! HELP!
Dale:Hey! What the hell are you doing? What did I say?
Waylon:S… sorry boss. I was just gettin’ some fresh air.
Dale:I’m not playing with you anymore. Do this shit again, and I’ll make you homeless. I swear to christ!
Waylon:...no.
Dale:What did you say to me, you insolent little fuck up?
Waylon:Nothin’.
Dale:God damn right nothing! Now get back in your cage, brain person!... God damn I’m getting tired of him…
He ain’t even that good of a writer! I mean, do I do ANYTHING but smoke when I’m trash talkin’?! Gimme somethin’ else man. And seriously, how many fuckin’ celebrities am I gonna kill before he jumps off that bandwagon? It’s brutal, and I gotta get outta here. Please, for the love of god, somebody stop him.
Now… now he’s got me facin’ Chelsea, and I got one friend in the whole world. Of course, that friend’s my manager, and he ain’t happy with me none either. This is gettin’ ridiculous. No man could take this kinda torture day in and day out. I know I sure as shit can’t. Please, if you got any emotion in your heart, stop this man. Please… take me away from him before some Mary-Sue cunt lights me on fire!
I’m sorry, I don’t mean to freak out, but I’m at the end of my rope here. Everything’s goin’ wrong, and he ain’t stoppin’ any time soon. It’s like he’s some evil little five year old just pullin’ my wings off and watchin’ me writhe around on the sidewalk. It ain’t human! There’s somethin’ fuckin’ sick about it, and I don’t wanna be a part of it no more! I can’t… I just can’t handle it.
Maybe it won’t be this bad for long. Maybe he’s just building toward a huge hero’s comeback! Maybe things are gonna get better… I used to think that a lot. Then I realized what sort of monster is controllin’ me. Trust me, Dale is psychotic, and he’s gonna destroy me if someone don’t stop him. Doesn’t anyone out there have a SOUL?! For the love of god! He’s a maniac!
I’m gonna stand up to him. That’s right. This time when he comes, I’m gonna tell him no more! I ain’t his little puppet, and I ain’t gonna play his game. I’m Waylon fuckin’ Cash! He doesn’t control me! I’m the master of my own damn fate, and he can suck a dick! Yeah, that’s what I’ll tell him. When he shows up with his douchey goatee and his fuckin’ weed breath, I’m gonna tell that asshole what’s what. You best believe that. Waylon Cash ain’t gonna be a victim of shitty writin’ no more!
Oh shit! Shit shit shit shit! He’s comin’. God dammit! HELP!
Dale:Hey! What the hell are you doing? What did I say?
Waylon:S… sorry boss. I was just gettin’ some fresh air.
Dale:I’m not playing with you anymore. Do this shit again, and I’ll make you homeless. I swear to christ!
Waylon:...no.
Dale:What did you say to me, you insolent little fuck up?
Waylon:Nothin’.
Dale:God damn right nothing! Now get back in your cage, brain person!... God damn I’m getting tired of him…