Maintenance

Peter sat in silence as the cleaning lady walked in, he didn't say a word, he just sat there, hoping she wouldn't notice, he was as silent as a mouse, holding in his burps, whispering his deepest desires. He wanted to get away from everyone, he didn't want them to know his existence. Peter was valuable, but he didn't want anyone to know it. He made himself look like a clown, just so nobody would take him seriously, he didn't like being treated nicely, he liked being mistreated and ignored, that's how he wanted it. He was in his happy place, listening to the water run across the room, he had lost his mind already and there was nothing the cleaning lady could do about it.

Separation

Peter had began the process, the process of a new beginning, the process of leaving the past behind, the process of meeting new people and loving what he has, the process of seeing life from a new perspective and learning things from a different point of view, the process of giving but not expecting anything in return, Peter began the process of separation, becoming one, becoming whole. He awoke today with a light in his face, a flame burned in the place of his pupils, a firey passion burned in his heart, his soul was alive, he would take what is rightfully his. He began a journey, a journey that would take years, and a lot of patience. He listened to the birds sing outside his windows, dogs barking and alarms ringing, he closed his eyes to fall back asleep but his eyelids burned. "My future is promising," he said to himself as he jumped out of his bed, the phrase had been repeating in his head all night, he could feel it in his bones, every tissue of muscle that he had, the sound of music moved his every being, walking to the kitchen he felt like he was dancing. "This is my process."

Words

"Fuck all of you, I don't give shit, music is my best friend, it soothes my soul, and when you say it doesn't matter, it's all I have. I'm Peter fucking Paray, I don't care What you say, turn off the light, it's night on the sun!" Peter is out, the words are straight from his mouth, he's feeling good, he lights a cigarette, his blood is flowing, his mind is at ease, "smell 'em! HAHAHAHAHA!" He's fucking insane

Smoke in My Eyes

Peter lit a cigarette, he bathed in the smoke inside the tiny room. He sat peacefully, dreaming of nothing, just darkness, silence, being absolutely no one. "Pete!!" A voice shouted from outside that brought him back to this floating rock from which he exists, he listened carefully for the voice again...... Nothing. He took another drag, a ribbon of smoke wandered into his right eye, he blinked uncontrollably, it stung, he closed both eyes and drifted slowly back into his dark abyss. A few minutes passed and again "Pete!!!!!" Louder, stronger, more Affirmitive that it was actually there. "What the fuck!!" Shouted Peter angrily, "this fucking asshole," he said silently. He put out his cigarette and walked slowly to the other room and laid on his bed, alone, cold, the lights were out. He put a pillow over his head so he could shut out the outside world "blow it all up, blow it all up, blow it all up, blow it all up," he repeated as if commanding some outside force. "PLEASE!!"

Steel Toe Boots

Peter just went out and bought a brand new pair of steel toe boots, he was tired of all the bullshit, he had stepped on it far too many times in his Nike sneakers, it's time he got something that will last. The boots are for the bullshit, the steel toe is for kicking everybody he hates (which is 99.99% of the world) he got them extra heavy with rigid soles, just so he won't have to stomp as hard to crack the skulls. Peter has had it up to his ears, he's tired of all you lying fucks, come at him, he'll kick your shins shatter the bone, then stomp you and stomp you and stomp you until he can see what you were just thinking. "Hahahaha!" He laughed and smoked his cigarette, he felt like he was on top of the world! He could conquer all terrains, from the desert to the mountains, even walking on the beach would be a breeze, bring the snow and the ice, the oil and the water, it's no match for Peter and his shiny new steel toe boots

Something Something Something

Peter sat alone with King Rat, smoking a cigarette, he bobbed his head to the beat. His story is unlike any other, but everyone has lived through it before, his stories are the untold myths and legends, the unwritten history that nobody speaks of. He didn't know what he was destined to do, but he knew he had to write something, he had this feeling of greatness, he felt powerful by himself, greater than the world itself, nobody understood him, but he could understand everyone, Peter is darkness, Peter is light, Peter is an example of everything but the truth, he's got all most everything figured out, but when he's almost there, the pieces fall apart, he can't hear you talking, he doesn't believe you. "Shut up!!" He took a breath "SHUT UP!!" He was consistently inconsistent, he was at all the right places at the wrong time, he met the wrong people in the right places, he smoked too much, he drank too often, he thinks about EVERYTHING, ask him a question and he will give you a straight answer, people tell him to try, because if you don't try you will never achieve anything, all he's been trying is to find himself a girl, but the harder he tries, the smaller the possibility. "I'm destined for greatness, my name is known in the future, I try my hardest in my own way."

Hiccups

Peter chugged an entire bottle of his favorite beer "one down, five to go" he couldn't have any evidence left over. He popped the top off the second one and started chugging, he needed to get drunk as fast as possible. His mind kept wandering into the dark depths of regret and the miserable memories of her. "She made me feel... She brought me back to life, only to fill my head with lies and then tell me 'it's not going to work.'" She had made promises to Peter, she had told him she loved him, she wanted him, she wanted to give him the world, but when Peter finally opened up to her, all those words seem to have disintegrated in his immortal love he could've given her, now he was just angry, but not at her, at himself for being so self centered. He took another big swig, *hicc**hiccup* "double hiccup!!" He exclaimed, as if unlocking some kind of achievement, breaking some record. He lit and cigarette and puffed it slowly, opened his mouth wide and let the smoke flow out freely into the big open world *hiccup* *burp* the hiccup gave him a sharp sting in his heart, he beat his chest as if to kick start his heart into the regular beat. "I fucking hate you, you're a stupid lying whore, who can understand women..? They say they want something but when they get it they change their minds." Peter felt confused, he didn't do anything wrong, she just got everything she wanted out of Peter, she got the ego boost she was looking for and moved on to the next guy. *hiccup* *hiccup* the hiccups were beginning to annoy Peter, just like the thought of the lying bitch that he gave into...