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Tuesday, November 27, 2001
So, the other day, someone pointed out that in my last EPIC DRAMA, the RawkStah character came off as a 'Christ figure'. I assure everyone that it was not intentional. However, if you'd like to accept me as a savior, be my guest. Expect no fancy-schmancy stuff, however. That's for people like Jesus or Bob Dobbs.
No, I don't want to be a messiah. They are killed and/or go crazy. Nope, that ain't the life for me. Or death. I think that a cool way to die would be to slam into a National Guard tank going way fast on a motorcycle after a 5-state crime spree. Then again, I've only ridden a REAL motorcycle once, and didn't even shift into second. So, I guess that a National Guard sniper would probably be able to pick me off WAAY before that. Lately, lots of people have been asking me about deja vu. Deja VuA Play about how people ask Me aboutDeja Vu, and what it feels likeDramatis Personae: Fantastic Reader: That's YOU, yet again! RawkStah: Either me, or a Christ figure. You decide. Scene: A swank coffee house. I guess. FR: So, lots of people have been asking you about deja vu? RS: No, not really. I was just making conversation. FR: You... you lied to me? RS: No! Certainly not! I wouldn't lie to you! I just wanted to spend time with you, and get to know you better. See, there was a lull in the conversation, and, well, it was an awkward silence. FR: So, you just made that up? RS: Yeah. But, I can only assume that many, many people are interested in the subject. FR: Well, since I'm here, and nothing else interesting is going to happen, why don't you tell me about deja vu, and your experiences with it. RS: OK! *curtain* So... Deja vu... What's to say? I haven't experienced said phenom in quite a while. Of course, for me, my deja vu was just a cleverly disguised panic attack. I don't know about the panic attacks of others, or if others have had panic attacks, but mine always included dream flashbacks. If you've read my previous dream stuff, you'll realize that my dreams have NO BASIS IN REALITY WHATSOEVER. Imagine, if you will, being at work. Whatever job you have. Or don't have. Whatever. Anyhow, you're there, and all of a sudden, you're also in a cartoon musical based in an army tank the size of that big ass thing the Jawas were driving in A New Hope. You're in both places at once. That's what I'm talking about. Now, add into that mix the sensation of falling. And, that's what deja vu is to me. The end. Comments by: YACCS |