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( frank talking to himself, with himself, among himself, and themselves. )
The Manifesto of Emotional Quandary
Get this feelin' away from me, I don't want it. I never asked to play into a game the rules weren't set for.
There were never any rules to begin with. You tempted fate with every stroke; now you're alone with nothing to your name.
It's not that there weren't any rules man. You knew what you were getting yourself into from the very first night. It happens to all of us.
NO, IT DOESN'T! NOT TO ME! NOT TO FRANK!
Why not... just give in then? Give up to your stupid anarchist peddling and assimilate with the Entity's bidding? The others don't seem to mind it. They're happy—I think. You've never been like this before.
...What are ye' talkin' about? Like what?
Look at you, dude! You're talking up a schism—you've been doing so for the past three days in another burnout coma you've had from those f***ing drinks the negro keeps pushin'. I don't even blame him though. You waned it.
Does anyone know what's going on anymore? His head's getting busier than it can handle. Someone needs to shut this off. I don't care who it is.
Who the f*** made you the boss around here!? We're not even real!
I'm real, but they aren't. He's not either, and she couldn't be. They're everything you didn't want out of the cup. And we're hopeless—every single one of us. Trying for something that was never obtainable in this cataclysmic blunder. It was an escape. He wanted to get away, and found company in the strangest of places, even if it meant forcing an assault. We don't call it an “assault” though; it's what's ours, after all.
I 'dunno whose funny idea this sh*t is, but everyone needs to shut the f*** up about it. About everything. ALL OF IT! I don't need a f***in' commentator about any of this crap. JUST LEAVE IT! ALL OF YOU!
...Huh? There he goes again, desperately fighting for control. The deed is done, y'all. We'll be back, soon enough. It's all par for the course.
What's bothering him anyway? Any one here know, or?
Nope.
Na-da.
Couldn't, even if I wanted to, but if I had to put my proverbial finger on it, whoever he's been involved with might have somethin' to do with it. Who knows. He's an enigmatic one. This “emotion” is surreal.
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