Skip to main content

Dialogo Sopra- The cheating hoe

"I promise I won't try to stab you again"

Well, that's reassuring. Bitch. She tried reaching her hand out to feel my abdomen where she had plunged a good part of the six inch kitchen knife just weeks ago.

I instinctively slapped her hand away.

"Hey!" She looked hurt. She wasn't, although I hoped she was.

"Look, just get away from me. I want nothing to do with you"

"But I do" She inched closer. Damn her pretty blue eyes. They were actually a dark shade of brown, but she always made me call them blue.

"Look, if this is about the cheating, I just want you to know that you are better in bed and I was thinking of you the whole time"

"What the fuck does that even mean?"

"He was so small, I could hardly feel him inside me"

"Great" There was no point talking to her. I was trying to be the bigger guy and let this die out on its own.

Silence. And I knew that the shit show would begin in 3... 2...

"You know, I'm your first love" she said in an unnaturally calm voice. "I know you love me, deep down"

Nope, just contempt.

"Talk to me!"

"What?"

"Tell me you love me"

"No"

"Why not?"

Because fucking stabbed me and fucked another guy you damn psycho!

"Because I don't"

"Yes you do"

"Nope"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes you do"

"No I don't"

"Why don't you be true to your emotions?"

Because I'm not ready to go to jail for domestic violence.

"You know, that is your problem. You never express your emotions, you always keep it pent up inside you. That is why we broke up" She looked at me straight in the eye, "because I couldn't figure you out"

Stabbing and fucking another guy. That is why we broke up.

"Look, I'm ready to look past all that and give you another chance."

And then an Apache AH-64 helicopter rose from behind her, raising up a dust storm that blinded the both of us monetarily. Looking through the dust, shielding my squinted eyes as much as I could with my hands, I could barely make out the machine gun between the landing gear reposition itself. And then, all hell broke loose.

Despite the thunderous sounds of the rotors, I could hear her scream as the 30mm bullets ripped through her with effortless ease. She didn't stand a chance. The only down side was that I couldn't see the attack helicopter use its Hell Fire missiles. That would have been fucking cool. Big explosion et al.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Rock you like a hurricane- Meaning and analysis (WARNING! NSFW, NSFSP)

NOTE: I had written this about a week ago, but didn't post it because I didn't think it was something that would appeal to teh general public. I still don't think it does that but I am suffering from an acute case of  "IDontGiveAFuckitis" so here it is. I don't give a fuck what you think about this, but if you are going to run to my mom and complain about what I do online just because it doesn't go down well with you it just makes you an immature and incompetent pussy. Seriously, this is the internet, get a life. The time is 2247 as I am writing this. A little sleep deprived, and a whole lot of self hatred and shame swimming about my aurashitpiss. I have a ton of writing work that needs my immediate attention, but I chose to do this. Arrogance? Dipshitness is more like it. Moving on... So I was listening to Rock you like a hurricane by Scorpions earlier this evening, while I was doing the dishes (yeah, i'm cool that way). I mean i wasn't even

The end; and a new beginning

          Before I chew your mind : This blog post is in response to my friend Harish’s vlog . He had done a “user request vlog” once, and I had suggested a topic- ‘ How did you start doing something ’(links at the end). I also promised him that I’d write a blog post on that subject if he ever did that video. He did make that video (he makes some pretty cool game play videos as well, worth checking it out if you are a gamer), and that’s why you find yourself reading this right now.             I think I had an idea of what I would write about when I gave him the topic. However, for the love of God (or Batman) I can’t seem to remember what that was. I’m making it up with this one, hope it’s ok bro :) FADE IN: Superimpose “THE END” on black background FADE OUT TO BLACK: <insert new title>           This is where I (along with a bunch of other confused mortal souls my age) have reached. A point where one movie seems to end and another begins- a double featur

Clubhouse. CoWin. China.

If you feel an odd sense of deja vu while reading this piece, then you've spent too much time switching between Facebook and Clubhouse. Unless you've been living underground or in a home with ACT broadband, you know what Clubhouse is - it is where many people can have their Mann ki Baat at once. And Facebook has turned into a platform to critique, analyse and make fun of discussions that happen on Clubouse. Congrats Clubhouse, you just replaced the Indian Government, at least as far as Facebook discourses go. Clubhouse is more or less an impulsive, live podcast session - an open space where everyone is made to feel like Joe Rogan. But no one talks about DMT or shaved gorillas or MMA or shaved gorillas doing MMA while on DMT. But it always does sound like everyone is on something stronger than the devil's lettuce. Maybe you need that to hear your own thoughts over the din of uncomprehensive ramblings and mouth-breathing noises. Speaking of noises, Saudi Arabia restricted the