Pill by M.J. Garrett (the chimp paradox .txt) 📕

an all time high in a military facility. Leave your civilian opinion to yourself, because I know the pictures are there…I’m looking at the same ones you are! Every person who joined the military know it’s there. You roll over here for free and dare to complain about the very people who give you the free health care you complain about! Where is that GOD DAMN PILL?! FUCK!! I LEFT IT ON THE DRESSER!!!


15 Pills and 16 problems

She did say Starbucks, right? Well, where is she? Maybe I’m at the wrong Starbucks, there has to be a ton of them in this city. Is that her? Is that a white chocolate mocha? I don’t even know what a mocha is. I have to be crazy to think that this is going to happen. I’m halfway done with my third Frappachino and there’s not one sign of her.
I knew it! How could I be so fucking foolish? How could I let myself be fooled by the hope of some pretty stranger? What do I do now? I don’t know.

Girl: *tapping me on the shoulder* Excuse me? You dropped this pill.

I didn’t think she would show…and here she is!!! Who needs a pill?


14 Pills and 15 problems

Man, this is the life! I’m sitting on the most beautiful white sand beaches with my pant legs rolled up, wearing a horrific flowered shirt. But, it’s okay. I’m the only one here. Not a care in the world, I’m sitting here listening to the waves softly crashing on the beach and the occasional yell from a seagull.

Whoa…where did this corona come from? It just appeared in my hand? This has to be the best tasting corona I’ve ever had! Mmmm…it actually taste…like Opus One?

Who’s footprints are in the sand? I thought I was the only one here? Could someone be here too? I see what looks like a fire up ahead in the distance. Let me walk up and check this out. Is that a tree trunk with a blanket laying over it? I’ll go and warm myself by the fire. I don’t see the foot prints anymore, but the footprints stop here? What’s this? A pill bottle? It has my name on it! Who the hell put it here? Hmmm…it says to just take one. I’m sure I won’t mind…it does have my name on the bottle. I’ll just take one home and put it on the dresser.


13 Pills and 14 problems

The worst thing in the world seems to be people. They lie, cheat, steal, and kill for what…survival? No. They do these things out of self gratification. The idea that because they can…they will. To hold that power is a huge responsibility. The line between you and those who lie, cheat, steal, and kill is almost nonexsistant. They say it’s a thin line between love and hate, but it’s even a thinner line between sane and insane. What is the boundry between you killing someone and not? What is the difference between the clinically insane and normal? I’ll tell you. They have the balls to do what you only dream about. They don’t just bitch and complain…they are proactive! They are what nature intended. They are what you wish you could be…no remorse, hateful, and carefree.

With that in mind, I was standing in line today at the store when it dawned on me…I am about a hair away from killing 2 annoying mothers and 4 snotty nosed children. I’m standing in this line with a Hinder cd, and this lady and her friend are trying to give their children (all under the age of 10) a lesson in financial management. I don’t mind it normally, but for some reason today just wasn’t the day. There were only 3 registers open and there were about 20 people in line…on a Saturday afternoon. This stupid lady decided to give her kids $100 a piece and had each of them buy clothes or whatever…as long as they didn’t go over their allotted amount. These girls buy like 30 articles of clothing a piece and are checked out individually…by the same cashier! How the cashier was able to hold her tongue and sanity was beyond me, but she showed me something. Everyday these ladies go though the same crap from the same people. Lord forbid they actually mess something up. How these patient ladies don’t go “postal” is a mystery that I would love to figure out, because while standing in the front of the store waiting for these people, I say to myself, “self, you can do it. You can easily take out the pregnant one, because if you make an example out of her and your lack of regard for life, the others might back away.” I guess I just need a pill…maybe 5. Too bad they are on the dresser.


NO MORE PILLS!!!

They said it would pass. They said all I would have to do is pray and it’ll go away. They said that God would ease my burden. Well, I prayed. I felt nothing. I cried and they laughed at me. I ran and they found me. There is no getting away. I turn around and they point, I walk away and they seek me out. Well, I’m all out of fucking pills. I took all 12 and I’m getting very tired. My eyes are heavy. This chair won’t hold me much longer…hopefully the rope does. I’ll show them….

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