The Orgin Of Jason Murray

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You know, the whole world is a stage.

I dunno, maybe that’s just something we’re supposed to believe. We’re told stories from a time before we can eat solid food, and sat in front of tvs to get little baby erections from shades of color. If you are lucky enough to have parents, divorced or otherwise, you’re read too at bedside until they tire of pilfering the same ol’ stories.

That’s how we relate to the world. History is passed down from generation to generation in bookform or word of mouth, and soon fifty years from now every waking moment of life will be recorded on media devices.

Point is, nobody is unique. Nothing is new.

We’re all just bad fiction writers, prettying our **** up for a horse carriage ride.

I think we’ve all just decided real life is boring, too hung up on death and loneliness to get through to anyone anymore.
We’re all baptized in lies and television. It’s so faint. So true.

I was raised to think I’d be a star.

Never had any interest in a real job, or meaningful relationship. Too many applications for reality tv to fill out.

I’m lazy, I’m aware.

Generation Bored.

I wanted fame. I wanted sex. I wanted sex with famous cartoon characters. Because that’s what happens when you transcend life and live to have others watch you on the small screen…2D becomes just another door opened.

But maybe my story never checked out. I wasn’t sexy, or crazy enough for production companies to care. Much like Skippy from “Family Ties” after my grade school production of “To Kill A Mockingbird” I wasn’t cast in ****.

I wonder if Gregory Peck was ever typed cast.

All any casting director sees in me, is myself.

Now I understand, some of us, the less blessed let’s call’em…have to work before fame is handed to us.

I love to fight. I love to make people bleed and wonder if its real. How far do you have to go before you walk into a strip mall, open fire, and wait for the computer voice to tell you the next level awaits?

Hey Jason, its a new high score.

I bleed, I know its real. I know I’m on the path to living a li(f)e, others will set their clock by to see revealed.

I am a star.

How do I know this?

The Galaxy expands every day.

Maybe there’s another Earth where Joe the Plumber doesn’t smell like horseradish and swear in broken language. Maybe this Earth represents the only life anywhere. If so, its understandable why we’re all hooked, electronic Zombies and never distant enough.

Blackness expands, new stars are formed.

You can't see them. But I can. I’ll name one star Jason Murray.

I’m tired of watching Troy Windham’s reality show where he scours the back streets of America sending whores back to school for associates degrees. NFW offered me a shot. I guess the Lions needed a new batch of Christians to maim.

I know NFW.

Hell, they make you watch a five-hour video presentation of their history before you can even hand over your social security # and five character references!

Manson wants to perform miracles but he can’t even save himself from mindless repetition and a God complex that'd make the real God have to show two forms of ID just to get back in the pearly gates.

Joe the Plumber is a vagina blood fart.

Impulse could be the wave of the future.

Calvin Carlton’s Momma made it all possible and years and years ago a cage exploded that may have shifted the Earth off it’s axis a tenth of a degree and merged peanut butter and chocolate together AGAIN.

The NFW is my best bet to become a star.

Is it real?

Am I so brainwashed by society that I’m unsure if I’m living someone else’s fantasy?

I’ll know its real if I bleed.

But you will too.