PONCY DID NOT LOVE HIS PARENTS,NOR HIS SIBLINGS,AUNTS,UNCLES,COUSINS,GRANDPARENTS. THEY ALL SEEMED ALIEN TO HIM,NO CONNECTION,NO EMOTION,NO FEELING OF KINSHIP OR FAMILY TIES.OTHER KIDS HIS AGE HAS THESE FEELINGS,PONCY LOOKED UPON THIS AS A WASTE OF TIME,AN EFFORT WITH NO REWARD.ALL HE HEARD WAS MINDLESS BABBLE,TRIVIAL CONVERSATION,ENDLESS NONSENSE AND DUMB-SPEAK.
IN PONCYS OPININION MOST OF HUMANITY WAS USELESS,WORTHLESS,BENEATH CONTEMPT,NOT WORTH HIS TIME OR EFFORT.FRIENDSHIPS WERE MERE EXCUSES FOR ADVANTAGE-TAKING,ONE FEEDING OFF THE OTHER,LEAVING ALL AS EMPTY SHELLS,DRAINED AND SOON FORGOTTEN.HIS SISTERS BEING PRIME EXAMPLES...FASHION WHORES PEDDLING THEIR ASSES AT THE LOCAL MALL,KISSING,TEASING TO GAIN MERCHANDISE THAT ELEVATED THEIR STANDING.HIS BROTHERS AND MALE COUSINS NO BETTER,TESTOSTERONE FUELED FEEBLE LIBIDOS IN SEARCH OF CONQUEST,ALWAYS FALLING SHORT OF THAT ONE THING THEY STRIVED FOR.LEFT WITH LIMP DICKS AND LATE NIGHT FRUSTRATED MASTERBATION BENEATH THE SHEETS,BOXES OF TISSUE AND BABY OIL AT THE READY,DREAMING OF THE GIRL THEY ALMOST HAD.
HIS ELDERS WERE NO BETTER AS PONCY SURMISED.DEAD END LIVES FULL OF YEARS OF DISAPPOINTMENT,INFIDELITY AND BROKEN DREAMS,SUCKING THE LIFE FROM THEIR MATES AS MOSQUITOS DRAINED BLOOD TO PROVIDE FOR THEIR OWN SELFISH EXISTANCE.PONCY THINKS THESE THINGS AND REFLECTS.NOT WILLING TO BE ONE OF THE OFT-CONSIDERED NORM,HIS ENTITY DOES NOT FIT THE MOLD CAST BY THOSE WHO WOULD BE HIS ROLE MODELS.ROLE MODELS ARE A PALE IMPOTENT EXCUSE FOR THE WEAK,TO FOLLOW LIKE SHEEP,SAD GROUP MENTALITY AND CONFORMITY.THE FAILURES OF ALL AROUND HIM,FAMILY,SHALL NOT BE HIS FATE PONCY THINKS,KNOWS IN HIS HEART.ALL SHALL BE REDEEMED AFTER A FASHION,BY HIS ACTIONS,HIS CLEAR VIEW OF REALITY..YES ..HIS ACTIONS.THEY WILL SOON KNOW THE TRUTH THAT HAS EVADED THEM THROUGH THEIR PITIFUL SO-CALLED LIVES.
PONCY TAKES TIME TO REVIEW THIS.PONDERS WHERE TO BEGIN,HIS MIND FULL OF UN-FORMED PLANS.,AWAITING A DECISION.
( 2 B EMBELLISHED FURTHER..NO ADDITIONS..U KNOW THE ROUTNE..COMMENTS WELCOME)SAK
,,,,UP NEXT ...CHAPTER TWO..EDINBOROUGH BY NUGHT
Poncy
This is something kinda different that what I am used to from you. I am intrigued none the less and anticipate more. Love reading your stories Sak, they keep me sane in such insane times.
PONCY==a work in progrees==PT 2=EDINBOROUGH
PONCY GRABS HIS TATTERED DUSTER,HEADS DOWN THE CREAKING STAIRS,GLANCES QUICKLY BEHIND HIM FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON,AND HEADS OUT INTO THE MISTY WANING LIGHT, THE STREETS ARE FULL OF SHIT AS USUAL,HE THINKS TO HIMSELF,MUTTERS WHAT A SHITHOLE THIS PLACE IS AND BEGINS A SLOW METHODICAL JOURNEY TOWARDS THE TOWN SQUARE.HIS MEETING WAS SET UP DAYS AGO,HIS NEED FOR COMFORTING MEDICATION IS THE ONLY IMPORTANT THING THESE DAYS.THAT IS OTHER THAN HIS GROWING ANGER AND ILL-TEMPERED URGES WAITING TO BE SATISFIED.
THERE HE IS..PONCY THINKS,HIS WEEKLY SAVIOUR,SHUFFLING TO AND FRO LOOKING UP AT THE MOON BEGINNING ITS RISE IN THE CLOUDED SKY.PEERING NERVOUSELY FROM BEHIND HIS CENTER TAPED SUNGLASSES AVOIDING EYE CONTACT WITH THE FEW STRAGGLERS WANDERING THE SQUARE.THE TRANSACTION IS QUICKLY DONE.CRUMPLED POUNDS EXCHANGED FOR MORE HAPPY POWDER,ENOUGH TO KEEP PONCYS RAGE IN CHECK FOR AT LEAST A FEW MORE DAYS.NOT THAT PONCY PARTICULARLY GIVES A SHIT,,HE KNOWS THE INEVITABLE IS ALWAYS ONE DISTRACTED SECOND AWAY.
MAKING HIS WAY TO THE SHOOT HOUSE PONCY PAUSES TO KICK A STARVING DOG,ITS PLEADING EYES AND WAGGING TAIL FURTHER PROOF THAT EVEN THIS LOWLY CREATURE IS A PITIFUL EXAMPLE OF ALL HE DESPISES.QUICKENING HIS PACE,,DOWN THE ALLEY,,THRU THE HOLE IN THE WALL,,UP A SMALL FLIGHT OF STAIRS.NOW PONCY SMELLS IT,,THE REEK OF THE UNWASHED,THE SMELL OF DRUGS BURNING THEIR METALLIC AROMA FROM RUSTED AND BLACKENED SPOONS.HEARING THE CRUNCH OF BROKEN HYPOS BENEATH HIS FEET..I GAVE UP ON THOSE A LONG TIME AGO PONCY MUSES TO HIMSELF.
TAKING HIS USUAL SPOT IN THE CORNER PONCY TASTES HIS WHITE SUGARY FRIEND..YES..ANOTHER GOOD ONE. HE SLIPS ONE ARM FROM HIS DUSTER,THE MARKS ARE GETTING INFECTED AGAIN NE NOTICES..OH WELL EASIER TO BREAK ONE OPEN THAN POKE A NEW HOLE.SCRATCHING THE REDDENED SCABBED OVER HOLE..A LITTLE PUS..NOT TOO BAD YET GET THE END OF THE POKER HOT HE REMEMBERS THIS TIME..THE DRUG SIZZLES ON THE TIP FOR A SECOND..ONE QUICK JAB OF THE BENT PIECE OF COATHANGER INTO THE HOLE AND ALL WILL BE RIGHT AS RAIN....( 2 B CONTINUED )
PONCY...a work in progress..chapter 3...THE howl IN the MIND
THE RUSH WAS REALLY THERE THIS TIME...STRAY TRICKLE OF BLOOD AND PUS PONCY LICKED FROM THE HOLE IN HIS ARM..TASTED BETTER THAN THAN THE LAST MEAL HE REMEMBERED HAVING.FIRST THE BUZZ STARTED IN HIS EARS,FAINT BUT RECOGNIZABLE,HUSHED YET BRILLIANT LIKE THE SCATTERED HUES OF A BROKEN RAINBOW.HIS MIND CONTORTED ON ITSELF AND FLIPPED..RESONATING VIBRATIONS OF SICK NEED AND ANGER..MUST MAKE HIS WAY BACK PONCYS LITTERED MIND CONFESSED.
OUTSIDE THE DANK NIGHT SKY GLOWED IN AMBER COLOR,THE AIR SMELLED OF SOMETHING LONG DEAD AND ROTTING..SUCH AN EXHILERATING SCENT THOUGHT PONCY AS HE MADE HIS WAY TOWARDS HIS FAMILYS PITIFUL LODGINGS.THE KICKED STARVING DOG LAY JUST WHERE HE LEFT IT..ITS TONGUE PALPATING THRU FOAM VOMIT AND BLOOD..ONE HEAVY BOOT STOMP CRUSHED ITS SKULL,ITS BRAINS OOZING OUT MUCH LIKE SQUEEZING AN OVER-RIPE MELON.YES..THAT FELT GOOD THOUGHT PONCY,GAZING DOWN AND CHUCKLING TO HIMSELF...BUT I MUST HURRY BACK HE THOUGHT,THERE IS WORK TO BE DONE..THE NIGHT IS STILL YOUNG AND UNFETTERED.THE HOWL IN HIS MIND THAT WAS JUST A BUZZ MERE MOMENTS AGO URGED HIM ON.
UP THE CREAKY STAIRCASE..THE BUILDING STILL SMELLED RANK AS SHIT PUKE AND DECAY...PAUSING AT THE DOOR..LISTENING TO THE LOW MUFFLED RUTTING NOISES OF THE NEIGHBORS NEXT DOOR..THEY WERE AT IT AGAIN HE THOUGHT...PERHAPS LATER HE WOULD PAY THEM A VISIT AS WELL..THEIR FAT SLOPPY SLUG LIKE BODIES DRAINED FROM THEIR FRIVOLITIES..WEAKENED,VULNERABLE..SMELLING LIKE WET DOG AND STICKY PUBIC HAIR..THEIR FLACCID UGLY MEMBERS LYING IN REPOSE ON THEIR BLOATED BELLIES LIKE PALE WORMS...YES..NOT A BAD IDEA HE THOUGHT,BUT THAT WAS FOR LATER. HE COULD SMELL WHATEVER IT WAS HIS MUM WAS COOKING ON THE STOVE,HEAR HIS ROTTEN FAMILY SCUTTERING ABOUT AS HE PLACED HIS HAND TO THE DOOR AND QUIETLY ENTERED.
ALL QUAINTLY SEATED AT THE TABLE..SAYING GRACE...(2 b continued)
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