PLUSH
Bluelighter
"Piss off you dirty hippie." An ironic statement coming from a man who reeked of patchouli. "Its cause I was with katie earlier. You know how she is, always putting her damn hippie stank on everyone. I wish she would just quit."
He would remind you of his mentors, the beat poets such as Ginsburg, Kerouac, and Korso. So intelligent, yet so angry at everything. Another attribute he gained from their influence was how he would get obnoxiously drunk. Afterwards he would start ranting and raving these insane theories on life. "Life is a giant game, and every other player is trying to screw me!"
The middle and index finger of his right hand were always stained a brownish yellow. The reason for this was his constant smoking of Marlboro Reds. "Why don't I quit smoking? I figure if you find somthing your good at, you should stick with it." Smoking was probably his favorite pastime, other than drinking.
His pop-bottle glasses always gave his appearance an old man kind of feel, mixed in with a nerdish look. The way he was blind without them was hilarious. If he misplaced them he would litterally walk right into doorframes, furniture, and things of that sort. Once he got so drunk that he lost his glasses, and ended up with a black eye. This was caused partly because of his stumbling, but mostly because he didn't realize that a window wasn't a door, and tried to run through it to vomit.
Once he broke up with a girl by making up some disease, which he told her the effects were, "When you say I love you, I hear I hate you." He thought is was the funniest thing ever, she however did not. That was always his problem with women. He treated realtionships like somthing for his own twisted amusement.
"My mother was a nazi, and my father was a spiritualist. No wonder the world is so broken, what with Adolf Hitler marrying Jesus and all. See, thats the problem. People are stupid and I want to kick them all in the balls." Sometimes he would act this way towards people who were close to him. There was the times that he would get intoxicated and want to have fight club, and generally end up breaking someones jaw, and it was always one of his best friends.
Then there was his favorite shirt. It had a picture of Squee, a tattered little boy from the comic book "Johnny The Homicidal Maniac", if that reflects his persona to you at all. In some ways he would remind you of squee, but definetly in others he would remind you of Johnny. Maybe it wasn't that Johnny, but Angry Johnny from the Poe song. Somtimes it would be some paranoid character you would read about in the Illuminatis Trilogy. Then again other times he totally personified his beat poet elders.
But with as much of a psychopathic asshole he was he would always give his life for you. He truly was an amazing human being. One of the few people you would ever meet that didn't have a shred of regret. It was almost as if he had never felt a day of despair in his life. He could make someone feel like the smallest person on earth, and say to them, "hey man, the truth hurts." It seems like he was one of gods wierdest prototypes. Too crazy to be mass produced, but to brilliant to be thrown away.
He would remind you of his mentors, the beat poets such as Ginsburg, Kerouac, and Korso. So intelligent, yet so angry at everything. Another attribute he gained from their influence was how he would get obnoxiously drunk. Afterwards he would start ranting and raving these insane theories on life. "Life is a giant game, and every other player is trying to screw me!"
The middle and index finger of his right hand were always stained a brownish yellow. The reason for this was his constant smoking of Marlboro Reds. "Why don't I quit smoking? I figure if you find somthing your good at, you should stick with it." Smoking was probably his favorite pastime, other than drinking.
His pop-bottle glasses always gave his appearance an old man kind of feel, mixed in with a nerdish look. The way he was blind without them was hilarious. If he misplaced them he would litterally walk right into doorframes, furniture, and things of that sort. Once he got so drunk that he lost his glasses, and ended up with a black eye. This was caused partly because of his stumbling, but mostly because he didn't realize that a window wasn't a door, and tried to run through it to vomit.
Once he broke up with a girl by making up some disease, which he told her the effects were, "When you say I love you, I hear I hate you." He thought is was the funniest thing ever, she however did not. That was always his problem with women. He treated realtionships like somthing for his own twisted amusement.
"My mother was a nazi, and my father was a spiritualist. No wonder the world is so broken, what with Adolf Hitler marrying Jesus and all. See, thats the problem. People are stupid and I want to kick them all in the balls." Sometimes he would act this way towards people who were close to him. There was the times that he would get intoxicated and want to have fight club, and generally end up breaking someones jaw, and it was always one of his best friends.
Then there was his favorite shirt. It had a picture of Squee, a tattered little boy from the comic book "Johnny The Homicidal Maniac", if that reflects his persona to you at all. In some ways he would remind you of squee, but definetly in others he would remind you of Johnny. Maybe it wasn't that Johnny, but Angry Johnny from the Poe song. Somtimes it would be some paranoid character you would read about in the Illuminatis Trilogy. Then again other times he totally personified his beat poet elders.
But with as much of a psychopathic asshole he was he would always give his life for you. He truly was an amazing human being. One of the few people you would ever meet that didn't have a shred of regret. It was almost as if he had never felt a day of despair in his life. He could make someone feel like the smallest person on earth, and say to them, "hey man, the truth hurts." It seems like he was one of gods wierdest prototypes. Too crazy to be mass produced, but to brilliant to be thrown away.
Smiley