Saturday, 21 August 2010
JustAPuppetOnALonelyString;..
Sometimes I think I'd like to be a puppet. I'd like not being able to make a desicion as it's not my choice. And when it all goes wrong, to have someone else to blame it on. I'd like to be able not to get in trouble for what I say instead of sitting there and not saying anything at all like I usually do. I'd like that I would be played with for a little bit and then put in the cardboard where no one can see me and worry about me. I'd like the way that I'd be there when I'm only needed so that I would be annoying anyone all the time. But who would control me? Who would chose my destiny? And what about when I'm forgotten about? What will happen to me then? x
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The Puppeteer closed the case and relaxed his voice. The Puppeteer shuffled the cases around until he found the one he wanted. The Puppeteer noticed the attentive eyes of the children, the self satisfied smile of the Birthday Girl. The Puppeteer found the puppet he wanted, a pretty blonde girl in a polka dot dress. The Puppeteer was having a bad show. The Puppeteer was old and out dated, the children longed for the electric phenomena of cartoons. The Puppeteer was getting desperate so he pulled out Charlene, the most attractive puppet. The Puppeteer almost thought that the little girl was real. The Puppeteer knew she was just entertainment. The Puppeteer knew what her voice sounded like.
ReplyDeleteTruth is, everyone's a puppet played with by some Puppeteer. At some point, everybody is the butt of a joke. At some point, everybody is a punch line. Being a Puppet is void, it's what we're born into.