Post by Cory Steel on May 17, 2017 13:19:05 GMT -5
THE MICK, THE JUDGE, AND THE JURY PART I
In the head of Cory Steel.
It's alway dark anymore.
You know since he came back, he being that psycho head fucked brother of mine Je...Judge...Jesse McCoy is dead.
Judge though, Fuck damn, fuck damn...he's very much alive. He saved me though or may be the people around me because like I've done a lot of fucking terrible shit! All of the people around me have always suffered, I'm a virus...or...someone's dragging me right now. At least he includes me...
But back to THE virus...like a living vampire I suck the goddamn life from, literally (Trust me I literally hate the fucking word literally), everyone I've ever been around. And even though he's beaten me down to the tiniest fractured sack of shit self loathing sad man who sits in a coffin until he's needed for...stuff...Judge helped me realize that he's the saviour...Not a good one mind you....(is any God good? Well fuck if I know, you asked)...nevertheless...he is my brother and my will to carry on to whatever madness he finds.
Even though last time we spoke Judge said we was heading back over the big pond, (We've been working for the new POTUS), ...
wherever we are it smells nice, is that the ocean? God it's been weeks since I've seen...
Back to our old life, he says we are free of the Saints for the time being and have much bigger fish to fry.
God. Fish. Flesh. Blood....he said things are going to get messy
....brother says I'm good at making a mess....stay on track...he says we don't work for the Saints anymore so we are going back to where we can continue to fight every day. Pure. Class. Wrestling. He says in his name we are going to March our big mad asses into the arena and fuck up the whole program! He says we will become a massive collective unit of chaos, for every single mother fucked...
Again his words. His ways. The truelight darkness...I'm just the lightening rod....the sword....
YOU JUST GOT TO PROVE YOU ARE WORTHY!
I can hear him yelling this to me..
...He says all I got to do is prove myself one more time.
He said this is my last chance...
Wait...I hear him...
meanwhile outside the coffin.
*Tap*Tap*Tap*
"Oh brother," the deep voice of Judge, even though muffeled though the coffin lid, was pretty booming to Jury's ears, "You still with us?"
The sound of another voice has given Jury chill bumps as he pounded his fist against the lid giving his brother a sign he was listening.
"Good, good brother. We are going to open you up because the time has come," Judge coos to his brother from the other side of the coffin as Jury's eyes dance in the darkness, "For you to come back into my fold."
Blinding moon light suddenly floods the darkness Jury holds his arms up blinking until his vision clears up. He is smiling however shaking his head, "I am ready to do this brother."
Judge bends down to help his brother out of the coffin and pulling him into a deep embrace, "Remember baby brother, the future is OURS."
"OURS," they say together but Judge kissed his brother in top of his head, "Go get me the Mick Jury."
.....to be continued.....
In the head of Cory Steel.
It's alway dark anymore.
You know since he came back, he being that psycho head fucked brother of mine Je...Judge...Jesse McCoy is dead.
Judge though, Fuck damn, fuck damn...he's very much alive. He saved me though or may be the people around me because like I've done a lot of fucking terrible shit! All of the people around me have always suffered, I'm a virus...or...someone's dragging me right now. At least he includes me...
But back to THE virus...like a living vampire I suck the goddamn life from, literally (Trust me I literally hate the fucking word literally), everyone I've ever been around. And even though he's beaten me down to the tiniest fractured sack of shit self loathing sad man who sits in a coffin until he's needed for...stuff...Judge helped me realize that he's the saviour...Not a good one mind you....(is any God good? Well fuck if I know, you asked)...nevertheless...he is my brother and my will to carry on to whatever madness he finds.
Even though last time we spoke Judge said we was heading back over the big pond, (We've been working for the new POTUS), ...
wherever we are it smells nice, is that the ocean? God it's been weeks since I've seen...
Back to our old life, he says we are free of the Saints for the time being and have much bigger fish to fry.
God. Fish. Flesh. Blood....he said things are going to get messy
....brother says I'm good at making a mess....stay on track...he says we don't work for the Saints anymore so we are going back to where we can continue to fight every day. Pure. Class. Wrestling. He says in his name we are going to March our big mad asses into the arena and fuck up the whole program! He says we will become a massive collective unit of chaos, for every single mother fucked...
Again his words. His ways. The true
YOU JUST GOT TO PROVE YOU ARE WORTHY!
I can hear him yelling this to me..
...He says all I got to do is prove myself one more time.
He said this is my last chance...
Wait...I hear him...
meanwhile outside the coffin.
*Tap*Tap*Tap*
"Oh brother," the deep voice of Judge, even though muffeled though the coffin lid, was pretty booming to Jury's ears, "You still with us?"
The sound of another voice has given Jury chill bumps as he pounded his fist against the lid giving his brother a sign he was listening.
"Good, good brother. We are going to open you up because the time has come," Judge coos to his brother from the other side of the coffin as Jury's eyes dance in the darkness, "For you to come back into my fold."
Blinding moon light suddenly floods the darkness Jury holds his arms up blinking until his vision clears up. He is smiling however shaking his head, "I am ready to do this brother."
Judge bends down to help his brother out of the coffin and pulling him into a deep embrace, "Remember baby brother, the future is OURS."
"OURS," they say together but Judge kissed his brother in top of his head, "Go get me the Mick Jury."
.....to be continued.....
