floating

2006/09/12

how one can fuck up a perfectly nice post

The curtain opens it's again she, him and the gun between them. This is the scenario played through their life together, they are poor actors, and they have to play whichever scenario they get.
It’s been so long and the hand holding a gun wasn’t always hers it wasn’t always his either. They have reached this point in their lives where it doesn’t matter who holds the gun, who leads the game, it only matters that the leader is there, that the gun is there and it’s being held.
The audience claps hands when they see them appear on the stage and they wait in anticipation to see how carefully they will play the role while a knife dangles over their heads. They can’t handle the pressure of aiming a gun and having a gun aimed at them. The gun has to be aimed and they can’t afford a third actor, they have to be what they were.
The gun is in someone’s hands the audience can’t see whether it is he or she holding it. The gun is getting heavy and the table will turn, but the audience won’t even notice the switch.
Everything is blurry and the curtain falls.

posted by calamity @ 9/12/2006 10:54:00 am

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