Post by Kurt Burton: Script Doctor! on Dec 4, 2006 16:41:53 GMT -5
My mind is racing… Speed does that to you. A million thoughts, all electrical impulses firing from synapse to synapse taking milliseconds to complete their journey. But the kicker is what those electrical impulses contain acid. Speed is one way to alter your mind, but speed and LSD can screw you up to high heaven.
I pace back and forth around the hotel room. Looking, waiting for the acid to take effect. Looking at the bare beige walls, of this crap hole booked for us by the bosses. The higher authority. Higher authority my ass. But they are giving me a shot, a shot at the title. I never had a shot with Drakz and Kyzer, but I did have my belt, and it is gone. Gone, like my sanity will be in just a few moments.
Why hasn’t the acid kicked in yet. I sit down on the rock hard mattress, staring at the swirl of colors. My feet pound the floor, firing off shot after shot into the carpet like a Tommy gun. Tommy guns, I love that word. It’s funny, and silly, but one of the most destructive weapons of its time, much like myself. And the Revolution.
I look down to the sheets. Drug cocktails had always assisted my in finding the answers to the hard questions in life. The sheets are very colorful. Not in a pretty way, but in a contents of a two year old’s stomach sort of way. The colors swirl, and move. It’s kicking in.
Spring forward! And with a bound I shoot up and away from the bed. I reach my trusty boombox, and press the play button. Normally, it takes a while for LSD to achieve its full effect, but right now, with all the speed in my body, sending my body into overdrive, it should only take a minute or two. My body shakes in anticipation, or maybe my adrenal glands are overworked from the Amphetamines. The music blares from my outdated sound system, and I prepare.
The bass line of Cliff Burton pounds from its dusty speakers. Lars Ulrich’s drums kick the song into high gear, and suddenly, I find myself in the dark disturbing world of Master of Puppets, as Kirk and James guitar completes the journey, I stare into the light of the lamp. The light bends, and changes color in rapid succession. Suddenly, As Hetfield growls the first lyric of the song I can taste it. And I can hear the word the light is forming.
Revolution!
I can see the future now. I see a bleak landscape, torn, and shredded by the warriors standing against each other. On one side, on a hill, an army of men clad in leather. A few infantry members not clad in leather, from an allied army. These men are clad in torn clothing. They are firing down into the opposing force. A ragtag group of miscreants, with not a single marking to unify them as an army. The light pulsates and flickers, as the Leather army advances. The other group scrambles, fighting independent of each other. They drop like flies, as the leather clad insurgents force their way down the hill.
I laugh a mighty laugh. They stand no chance. They stand an Ice Queen’s chance in Mexico. The song rips through my skull. Tearing me apart. But destruction brings about rebuilding. The Revolution was torn apart, but we are stronger now. And we stand with Striker, a lunatic. But a genius, many would say the same of me.
“Many have said the same of you.”
The breath tingles on the back of my neck. The icy cold of the speech penetrates my neck, sending spastic waves of vibrations through me. I turn sharply, and no one is there.
“Who said that?”
I see the fog roll from the bathroom. It is like a dry ice machine, rolling over the floor. The word springs from the fog and resounds in my ears.
“Come”
I step forward, cautiously moving towards the door of the restroom. I touch the door, and it’s as if the door was the essence of ice, I push it forward, and sitting there, on the “throne, is a familiar face.
“Ice Queen”
She looks at me, her face turned pale blue from the cold in the room. The bathtub, is stacked full of glacier. Her face, bears no expression. She eyes me up and down.
“Burton… Do you think you can face me? I alone with my frigidness could lay you to waste. But you, oh Mr. Burton, you are bringing your friends. Friends, as you know from your past cannot be counted on.”
A moose moos
I look at her, staring through her gown. Its simple white flowing nature covers her entire body, leaving no skin for me to see. I think she knows what I am doing.
“I know what you are doing, you foul and vile man. You are tainting my aura of frigidity with your hot naughty thoughts.”
I am wearing a whole in her defenses. Just like I will at Felo De Se. I will wear her down, and she will give up the win... just like soon she will give up something else. I continue staring, as I burn a whole through her dress. Her gown catches a blaze, as smoke fills the room. I stare, awaiting my reward, as the Glacier melts, spilling water down onto the floor. The smoke clears, shall I have my reward.
Suddenly, the music changes to a Mariachi style guitar strumming. I turn to look at my CD player. It is no longer there. Instead there is Miguel.
“AYE AYE Yaye yaye… I ate too many tacos.”
I laugh as I approach him.
"Miguel, you are a waste of the human genome, and a waste of my perfectly good trip. I have no time for you. Be gone."[/i]
And with that he disappears. An odor of sulfur emanates from where he once stood. It tastes like chicken. I know defeating him at this Friday’s event will be even easier than that. I step back into the restroom, wanting my prize, and wondering how anyone could possibly envy that turd.
I step through to claim my prize of ending frigidity, but I am stunned. Instead of the hot and probably virgin Ice Queen, I am met with the sight of Wayne and Skyler Striker’s disembodied heads lying on the floor. Standing their, overtop of them, is Calvin, clad as an ancient knight, his sword dripping blood onto the linoleum. His armor reflects the fluorescent light of the bathroom, as the bathroom disappears, into nothing ness. Did I hit the light switch?
Calvin eyes me. Looking as tough as ever. Why is he a knight? It has nothing to do with his personality.
”Burton, you pathetic man. I am the great Calvin, right hand man of the anointed. The anointed, who have made you taste defeat.”
Defeat tastes like chicken as well.
“DO you honestly think you can take me down Burton. Deny what you feel about the others, the Ice Queen, Miguel, and focus on me. Do you think that you can fell the last member of the Anointed?”[/i]
I think about it, my reply must be perfect.
“Yes”
Nailed it. He looks at me, the grandeur of his appearance disappearing, the sword falling into the void. Standing in front of me, is a small baby, crying.
“It’s not fair, why do I have to suck? Alex and EBR ruled? Why? I want to be a big boy.”
An impulse surges into my leg, as it pulls back and fires the small speck of a man formerly known as Calvin into the darkness of the Void. My head throbs, too much. I was on my own, and tripping balls. I had no Kat to watch over me, and keep me from doing anything stupid. But I was not stupid. I heard a whisper.
“Play with me.”[/u]
I turn on my heel, and see a box of matches.
“Play with me.” [/u]
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I pace back and forth around the hotel room. Looking, waiting for the acid to take effect. Looking at the bare beige walls, of this crap hole booked for us by the bosses. The higher authority. Higher authority my ass. But they are giving me a shot, a shot at the title. I never had a shot with Drakz and Kyzer, but I did have my belt, and it is gone. Gone, like my sanity will be in just a few moments.
Why hasn’t the acid kicked in yet. I sit down on the rock hard mattress, staring at the swirl of colors. My feet pound the floor, firing off shot after shot into the carpet like a Tommy gun. Tommy guns, I love that word. It’s funny, and silly, but one of the most destructive weapons of its time, much like myself. And the Revolution.
I look down to the sheets. Drug cocktails had always assisted my in finding the answers to the hard questions in life. The sheets are very colorful. Not in a pretty way, but in a contents of a two year old’s stomach sort of way. The colors swirl, and move. It’s kicking in.
Spring forward! And with a bound I shoot up and away from the bed. I reach my trusty boombox, and press the play button. Normally, it takes a while for LSD to achieve its full effect, but right now, with all the speed in my body, sending my body into overdrive, it should only take a minute or two. My body shakes in anticipation, or maybe my adrenal glands are overworked from the Amphetamines. The music blares from my outdated sound system, and I prepare.
The bass line of Cliff Burton pounds from its dusty speakers. Lars Ulrich’s drums kick the song into high gear, and suddenly, I find myself in the dark disturbing world of Master of Puppets, as Kirk and James guitar completes the journey, I stare into the light of the lamp. The light bends, and changes color in rapid succession. Suddenly, As Hetfield growls the first lyric of the song I can taste it. And I can hear the word the light is forming.
Revolution!
I can see the future now. I see a bleak landscape, torn, and shredded by the warriors standing against each other. On one side, on a hill, an army of men clad in leather. A few infantry members not clad in leather, from an allied army. These men are clad in torn clothing. They are firing down into the opposing force. A ragtag group of miscreants, with not a single marking to unify them as an army. The light pulsates and flickers, as the Leather army advances. The other group scrambles, fighting independent of each other. They drop like flies, as the leather clad insurgents force their way down the hill.
I laugh a mighty laugh. They stand no chance. They stand an Ice Queen’s chance in Mexico. The song rips through my skull. Tearing me apart. But destruction brings about rebuilding. The Revolution was torn apart, but we are stronger now. And we stand with Striker, a lunatic. But a genius, many would say the same of me.
“Many have said the same of you.”
The breath tingles on the back of my neck. The icy cold of the speech penetrates my neck, sending spastic waves of vibrations through me. I turn sharply, and no one is there.
“Who said that?”
I see the fog roll from the bathroom. It is like a dry ice machine, rolling over the floor. The word springs from the fog and resounds in my ears.
“Come”
I step forward, cautiously moving towards the door of the restroom. I touch the door, and it’s as if the door was the essence of ice, I push it forward, and sitting there, on the “throne, is a familiar face.
“Ice Queen”
She looks at me, her face turned pale blue from the cold in the room. The bathtub, is stacked full of glacier. Her face, bears no expression. She eyes me up and down.
“Burton… Do you think you can face me? I alone with my frigidness could lay you to waste. But you, oh Mr. Burton, you are bringing your friends. Friends, as you know from your past cannot be counted on.”
A moose moos
I look at her, staring through her gown. Its simple white flowing nature covers her entire body, leaving no skin for me to see. I think she knows what I am doing.
“I know what you are doing, you foul and vile man. You are tainting my aura of frigidity with your hot naughty thoughts.”
I am wearing a whole in her defenses. Just like I will at Felo De Se. I will wear her down, and she will give up the win... just like soon she will give up something else. I continue staring, as I burn a whole through her dress. Her gown catches a blaze, as smoke fills the room. I stare, awaiting my reward, as the Glacier melts, spilling water down onto the floor. The smoke clears, shall I have my reward.
Suddenly, the music changes to a Mariachi style guitar strumming. I turn to look at my CD player. It is no longer there. Instead there is Miguel.
“AYE AYE Yaye yaye… I ate too many tacos.”
I laugh as I approach him.
"Miguel, you are a waste of the human genome, and a waste of my perfectly good trip. I have no time for you. Be gone."[/i]
And with that he disappears. An odor of sulfur emanates from where he once stood. It tastes like chicken. I know defeating him at this Friday’s event will be even easier than that. I step back into the restroom, wanting my prize, and wondering how anyone could possibly envy that turd.
I step through to claim my prize of ending frigidity, but I am stunned. Instead of the hot and probably virgin Ice Queen, I am met with the sight of Wayne and Skyler Striker’s disembodied heads lying on the floor. Standing their, overtop of them, is Calvin, clad as an ancient knight, his sword dripping blood onto the linoleum. His armor reflects the fluorescent light of the bathroom, as the bathroom disappears, into nothing ness. Did I hit the light switch?
Calvin eyes me. Looking as tough as ever. Why is he a knight? It has nothing to do with his personality.
”Burton, you pathetic man. I am the great Calvin, right hand man of the anointed. The anointed, who have made you taste defeat.”
Defeat tastes like chicken as well.
“DO you honestly think you can take me down Burton. Deny what you feel about the others, the Ice Queen, Miguel, and focus on me. Do you think that you can fell the last member of the Anointed?”[/i]
I think about it, my reply must be perfect.
“Yes”
Nailed it. He looks at me, the grandeur of his appearance disappearing, the sword falling into the void. Standing in front of me, is a small baby, crying.
“It’s not fair, why do I have to suck? Alex and EBR ruled? Why? I want to be a big boy.”
An impulse surges into my leg, as it pulls back and fires the small speck of a man formerly known as Calvin into the darkness of the Void. My head throbs, too much. I was on my own, and tripping balls. I had no Kat to watch over me, and keep me from doing anything stupid. But I was not stupid. I heard a whisper.
“Play with me.”[/u]
I turn on my heel, and see a box of matches.
“Play with me.” [/u]
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