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how does that saying go again?
we always hurt the ones we love?
how trivial that makes it all sound. how inane. of course, i doubt the author of that particular maxim had me in mind when he spouted forth that wisdom. probably some second tier greek philosopher who had just cheated on his girlfriend. he needed to say something, right?
there is a noise in my head. i just can't seem to make it stop. a clashing of cymbals, a blaring of trumpets, the crushing beat of drums. and in the middle, the angry vibrato of a plucked string.
i am an instrument.
sometimes i wonder if i have ever been anything but. i seem to be a sometime tenant in my own life. one that has trouble making the rent.
they put me in a machine, and a new person came out. a kind of salad shooter of the damned, i guess.
they told me that HE was my father. and i was ready to kill in his name.
a pretty pink costume, a apt codename. if you're smart enough to get it.
a new conductor, but that same trembling note.
i am an instrument.
have you ever spent a year of your life watching the learning channel? they have these shows. real life medical shows. i am always entranced by the grace of the surgeon, how his hand weilds the paper thin scapel. how he can cut away the good parts to get at the bad ones, with the skill of an artist. a van gough. a michelangelo. paintbrushes and knives.
i am an instrument.
the psychic leech and the pale man. a new name. her's and mine.
an endless parade of familiar faces. cherished faces. cut down with skill and grace by my edge, weilded by the master surgeon. pale man.
she was the stone that sharpened me, but i was the instrument.
i scraped together some rent money. but my sister evicted me. put me in a machine. a new person came out.
a virtuoso of hate. now i, the conductor. no, more like first violin.
i am an instrument.
nexus: latin. nectere. to bind. connection, link, center, focus.
who doesn't want to be the center of attention?
i don't.
the king of shadows fell to earth. he used my symphony of hate as a ladder. a throne.
once again those faces. beloved faces.
what do they see when they look at me? the string? the edge?
i am an instrument.
not a person.
instrument:
a device used to produce music
a means whereby something is achieved, performed, or furthered
one used by another as a means or aid : DUPE, TOOL
implement; especially : one designed for precision work
a formal legal document (as a deed, bond, or agreement)
a measuring device for determining the present value of a quantity under observation
an electrical or mechanical device used in navigating an airplane; especially : such a device used as the sole means of navigating.
once, the north star was the sole means of navigation.
did you know that it won't be the north star, the center, forever?
it wasn't the first north star, it won't be the last. already a new one is taking it's place. vega.
i hope she has better luck than i did.
the rent's due again. better go check the couch cushions.