Twisted

He had just cleaned off from the long day that he had. And now all he wanted to do was go to bed. Or make love to a beautiful woman, that would top the cake. He would want to eat it too, the cake not her. Just to clarify. Although that would be nice as well. The last thing he had to eat was a snickers bar. The nougat and caramel went good together. But that is a different story.

The ribbons in his mind were controlling. No one wanted to hear that though. 600 words is quite a tremendous feat. I can manage it though 50 times. I have managed it twenty times so far. Yay!!!! What am i going to do with the next thirty you ask? I am not sure yet. Subaru is supposed to be a good car, let us find out. Pulling everyone back from the edge of a mortal abyss. Or so it seems. Dragging us with it. To the outer reaches of our very minds. The ribbons the gosh darn ribbons we keep pointing to in our lives. They twist us around and do not let us go as much as they would like us to.

Twirling around faster and faster out of control. Paul did not like that in his life. He wanted to control his own life not them. Collecting the pieces of his life that were aggravating. And blowing everything out of proportion. Duh. That would not help. Or so it would seem.

Listening to the visage in his head and all over his face. He could not hide what he was trying to express. Along with the entanglement that was his life. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary in this life or the next. Pointing towards his own salvation. The banana was about to explode in his hand. I don't know how that thought came to be but so it is written. So it is immortalized. It could also be written in stone or ribbons which is the main theme of this story. Changing hands so many times it is hard to keep track.

He was given a life he could not control in the beginning anyways. But then he burned it out. To something he could not see or touch. Though that is not the premise of what is about to be reached. Lock me up and see what happens. Will you try to stop it? I did not think so. I don't understand how someone can just sit outside for hours on end they must have a good system they are carrying.

I like the furry boots that some women wear they seem to portray themselves in some kind of tribal way. Paul liked them too they grew on him kind of like a lucky foot or something like that. A primal origin they were. And nothing he said could tell him different. A rage out of control. The ashes were coming for him and he could not yell them out.

Everyone was running from him it was crazy. And he did not know why or how or when it would end. That is always the best way to tell a beast from a demon, or so I believe. Until later everyone, keep Paul and I in your prayers. Hopefully nothing bad will happen before this spiraled any longer. Or further from the truth in my case. So long suckers if you are reading this, it is too late for me or Paul. It ends it ends right now. Nothing can be said or done to change it.