jasonmurray1500
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- Jul 29, 2011
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*Jason Murray sits on his Queen size bed in his bedroom, holds his Iphone out from his left and hand hits record*
This is my li(f)e.
Jason Murray. Viewer, mindless drifter of Generation Bored.
Nobody does real work anymore.
Everyday we’re closer to death.
Everyday the Sun is a fading star.
What do we leave behind?
Even blood clears.
My grandfather smoked three packs a day. He took breaks to work in a toy factory. Plastic parts on an assembly line. He was Santa, more or less. Glue a wheel on the tank for Johnny. Merry Christmas.
He’s barely remembered.
Fame is my addiction.
How can I want anyone to know me when I barely know myself?
This is my li(f)e.
Reality shows refuse to take me. I test well they say, but I’m not sexy enough. I’m not damaged enough. I’m just a vessel for someone else’s life to pass through.
There is a parallel universe.
Their God must be so much more exciting.
Don’t try this at home. It’s what they all tell me when I watched their PPVs and spent my youth dreaming of being anyone but me.
I’m Jason Murray, Internet sensation. Backyard King.
Self-taught megalomaniac and wrestling extraordinaire. I have product to sell. My words, my reason, my breath unleashed into thin air.
I’m nobody, who are you?
Are you nobody too?
The UTLRATITLE has made some of the most famous names in this business. They’re all old men. Kings fighting over the last woman to rape and village to claim.
Am I the one person from my generation to care?
Will the ULTRATITLE be in 3D?
In five years nobody will remember who wins.
All the more reason for someone as transparent as me to win.
I’m Jason Murray. I don’t want glory, or fame, or other evils.
I want to be on TV.
I’m ready for my closeup.
It’ll just be me, the cameras, and all those wonder souls left in the dark.
*Stop*
This is my li(f)e.
Jason Murray. Viewer, mindless drifter of Generation Bored.
Nobody does real work anymore.
Everyday we’re closer to death.
Everyday the Sun is a fading star.
What do we leave behind?
Even blood clears.
My grandfather smoked three packs a day. He took breaks to work in a toy factory. Plastic parts on an assembly line. He was Santa, more or less. Glue a wheel on the tank for Johnny. Merry Christmas.
He’s barely remembered.
Fame is my addiction.
How can I want anyone to know me when I barely know myself?
This is my li(f)e.
Reality shows refuse to take me. I test well they say, but I’m not sexy enough. I’m not damaged enough. I’m just a vessel for someone else’s life to pass through.
There is a parallel universe.
Their God must be so much more exciting.
Don’t try this at home. It’s what they all tell me when I watched their PPVs and spent my youth dreaming of being anyone but me.
I’m Jason Murray, Internet sensation. Backyard King.
Self-taught megalomaniac and wrestling extraordinaire. I have product to sell. My words, my reason, my breath unleashed into thin air.
I’m nobody, who are you?
Are you nobody too?
The UTLRATITLE has made some of the most famous names in this business. They’re all old men. Kings fighting over the last woman to rape and village to claim.
Am I the one person from my generation to care?
Will the ULTRATITLE be in 3D?
In five years nobody will remember who wins.
All the more reason for someone as transparent as me to win.
I’m Jason Murray. I don’t want glory, or fame, or other evils.
I want to be on TV.
I’m ready for my closeup.
It’ll just be me, the cameras, and all those wonder souls left in the dark.
*Stop*