Twisted

It was smeared all over his face. The gooey-ness he couldn't avoid. Peanut butter and jelly was his favorite food. His palette was recreated every time he ate one. He could never leave the way it expired. It advised him and controlled his every fiber of being. To what extent he didn't know yet. But he was soon to find out. They always told him that, whether he believed it or not. I wish it would be easier to find out and easier to fix.

The sandwich gave him the energy to move him forth in his life. Extending it by a few days. He was happy that he could do that. Motivating him beyond normal ways that he couldn't fathom. Or come to appreciate for that matter. Losing his concentration was something he had to handle for awhile, but that wasn't always the case.

Toby, the guy with the sandwich fetish could not ignore the truth that he was about to receive. He had to let it marinate in his brain for awhile. Others were about to tell him that he was out of his zone. He didn't understand why they underestimated him. With his compensation loose. He had to develop a different swagger. Though this wouldn't change his mind in any way. Others' might think he was cool but it did not matter to him.

He was afraid of the 5-0. The 5-0 went to the sixth floor looking for someone, but he couldn't seem to shake them however hard he tried. It did not come as much debation that was offered first hand. Unlucky as that might sound it was inconsiderate to sound rude. What happened to him and all his counterparts? We shall soon find out.

Dance it out of your system you silly guy. Maybe then we will see the end of the sandwich mystery. Maybe not. Or at least elevate yourself to their level. The mystery was not to complicated. Weirdo alert! Something serious was about to happen to Toby he knew.

What happened to the outgoing self that everyone was used to? Did it disappear with time? Or was it also challenged. Nobody knew the twisted reality that the big man knew. The kiss of death was floating around his head. Wishing it could be fixed overhead with sparkling lights and shallow fixtures. We would all like to rearrange it from happening. Falling over time and picking up all of the leftover pieces that Toby dropped.

It was told to him in the pastures of time and space. Floating around like a ball and chain. Spreading his paranoia over in his mind. It felt like an atom bomb had gone off all over the sandwich. It was a beautiful sight to see. The miasma of melodies. Pranking him over and over again. All to the point of pure nonsense. Did he want to continue with it or not. His family told him that he should. Though he never quite listened to what anyone told him. He was his own worse enemy.

Maybe Saturday he would strip his pride away and listen to what his elders were telling him. He found someone else that knew all his ends and outs. And he was proud of that. The girls he knew were a drag to his enema. But that is a different story to be told at a later date. They were sorry when they knew his true self. He felt alive with this knowledge. And so he should in a matter of speaking. Ta-da was all he could think of. Although he knew that it was not going to be a true ending. In his train of thought.