Wednesday, January 30, 2008

vexed




Pay your respects to a greater intellect
Your just a pawn, does this confession turn you on?I know your kind; you'd do me from behind
And when everyone stares, their eyes will bare the sharpest glare


Where there is a Will Hackett, there is always a way. Or at least he thought. They did their best to break him down and rebuild him. He did his best to forget Zoe, too. He wanted too. Told them at the mental hospital that he had. Only they believed so much. He did his best to be cured. He was helpful. Could have done any of their jobs better than them. He was sympathetic. He was a good ear for listening. They learned to love him.

Only this hospital was just a nightmare. No challenges what so ever. It was all beginning to be a blur to him. He had to get out. There were things to do.

You did me wrong, I grinned and played along
Those days are gone. Does this confession turn you on?


What was a genius to do? All he ever wanted was for someone to love him. Zoe. There was still Zoe. He was her A. She was his Z. Didn't she get it. Beginning to End. No in between from here on out. He had to get back from Hollyoaks.

So he hacked into the computer. Made a few changes. He was free to go. Easy as that. Even if they said it couldn't be done.

He decided it was best to lay low for awhile. Try a new identity. Maybe even live off the land if he had too. But when he was ready to come back to Hollyoaks, they wouldn't even know what hit them. It was just the plotting he'd have to do. The information that needed to be gathered.

A quaint smile rose for the occasion. He was quite brilliant after all. There was no one to tell him differently.

Everybody knows, beneath your clothes, staring at your toes is just a pose
Everybody good knows how hard you blow
Everybody knows.

You think you're Jesus Christ
You think you're Jesus Christ
You think you're Jesus Christ
You think you're Jesus Christ

You're not my Jesus Christ
You're not my Jesus Christ
You're not my Jesus Christ
You're not my Jesus Christ

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