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A Voice from the Basement, part IV of V

Started by The Good Reverend Roger, February 08, 2011, 07:52:47 PM

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The Good Reverend Roger

February 08, 2011, 07:52:47 PM
In the basement, that's where to hide the horrible little secrets of your life.  Secrets from your friends, secrets from your loved ones, even secrets from yourself.  You gotta drag those secrets down there, you know, like corpses in Arsenic and Old Lace, and you gotta stack 'em up, maybe organize them some.

And if you find yourself spending more and more time down there, well, that's only natural.  Secrets were meant to be guarded after all.  You don't want someone walking down there and seeing you with your pants down and your crazy hanging out, do you?

And maybe it's cool down there, and not too bright.  Easy on the eyes.  You don't plan to stay down there permanently, it just sort of happens.

Meanwhile, upstairs, life goes on without you.

And maybe you want to get back to that life.  Maybe you're desperate to get back to that life, but now you're entombed by your secrets, mistakes you've made, hatreds you hold dear...So you really can't see the way out.

But you'll get out.  Eventually.  Right now, you're going to have a little whiskey, and roll all the wrongs committed against you around a bit.  Or maybe smoke a little pot, yeah, smoke a little pot and stop worrying so much.  You'll get out tomorrow.  You're really just too upset right now, can't they understand?

And you don't remember how to get out.  You can't find the damn stairs.  They're behind some boxes of shit from 2005, maybe.

Well, listen to Dirty Old Reverend Roger...Smash those boxes and crates.  Knock them over and trample them.  Smash them all, until you find that staircase, and then walk the hell up it.  Kick that door open, and glory in the sunlight that's bright enough to bake the filth of years off of you.  Feel the warmth of daylight on your skin.  Maybe say hello to the folks, they've missed you.

Yep.  First thing tomorrow.  Definitely tomorrow.  Get right on that.
" It's just that Depeche Mode were a bunch of optimistic loveburgers."
- TGRR, shaming himself forever, 7/8/2017

"Billy, when I say that ethics is our number one priority and safety is also our number one priority, you should take that to mean exactly what I said. Also quality. That's our number one priority as well. Don't look at me that way, you're in the corporate world now and this is how it works."
- TGRR, raising the bar at work.

Luna

#1
February 08, 2011, 07:55:13 PM
Damn it, Roger...
Death-dealing hormone freak of deliciousness
Pagan-Stomping Valkyrie of the Interbutts™
Rampaging Slayer of Shit-Fountain Habitues

"My father says that almost the whole world is asleep. Everybody you know, everybody you see, everybody you talk to. He says that only a few people are awake, and they live in a state of constant, total amazement."

Quote from: The Payne on November 16, 2011, 07:08:55 PM
If Luna was a furry, she'd sex humans and scream "BEASTIALITY!" at the top of her lungs at inopportune times.

Quote from: Nigel on March 24, 2011, 01:54:48 AM
I like the Luna one. She is a good one.

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"Stop talking to yourself.  You don't like you any better than anyone else who knows you."

LMNO

#2
February 08, 2011, 07:56:59 PM
If my fears and insecurities are a bar, then TGRR is the bouncer at last call, shoving everyone out into the morning sunlight.

The Good Reverend Roger

#3
February 08, 2011, 07:58:09 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD on February 08, 2011, 07:56:59 PM
If my fears and insecurities are a bar, then TGRR is the bouncer at last call, shoving everyone out into the morning sunlight.

Gonna let part V percolate until tomorrow, I think.
" It's just that Depeche Mode were a bunch of optimistic loveburgers."
- TGRR, shaming himself forever, 7/8/2017

"Billy, when I say that ethics is our number one priority and safety is also our number one priority, you should take that to mean exactly what I said. Also quality. That's our number one priority as well. Don't look at me that way, you're in the corporate world now and this is how it works."
- TGRR, raising the bar at work.

Adios

#4
February 08, 2011, 08:08:06 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on February 08, 2011, 07:58:09 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD on February 08, 2011, 07:56:59 PM
If my fears and insecurities are a bar, then TGRR is the bouncer at last call, shoving everyone out into the morning sunlight.

Gonna let part V percolate until tomorrow, I think.

I appreciate that.  :)

Captain Utopia

#5
February 08, 2011, 08:13:29 PM
Fucking hell, Roger  :x

Dysfunctional Cunt

#6
February 08, 2011, 08:20:33 PM
Wow!  This stuff is hitting awfully close to home now Roger!

Awesome!!!

Juana

#7
February 08, 2011, 08:43:37 PM Last Edit: February 08, 2011, 09:34:57 PM by Hover Cat
^ IAWTC and the visuals were excellent

I stay the fuck out of the basement. Spending too long down there brings all the crazy up, boiling under the hatch like a covered pot left too long on a hot stove. The sunshine of Now makes it creep back where it belongs and I can go on with life.



edited for spelling
"I dispose of obsolete meat machines.  Not because I hate them (I do) and not because they deserve it (they do), but because they are in the way and those older ones don't meet emissions codes.  They emit too much.  You don't like them and I don't like them, so spare me the hysteria."

Sister Fracture

#8
February 08, 2011, 09:00:00 PM
 :x + :mittens:
Roaring Berserkery Bunny of the North End™

A Tucsonite is like a Christian in several important ways.  For one thing, they believe what they say about their god in the most literal, straightfaced way possible.  For another, they both know their god can hear them.  The difference between the two, however, is quite vast in terms of their relationship with their god; Christians believe in His benevolence, but Tucsonites KNOW of The City's spite and hate.

Phox

#9
February 08, 2011, 10:12:26 PM
Quote from: Sister Fracture on February 08, 2011, 09:00:00 PM
:x + :mittens:
This.

I enjoyed this one as well;  it is very chilling. It feels very much like a dénouement.

Don Coyote

#10
February 09, 2011, 02:02:24 AM
Well then. :mittens: Everyone should be ready to break out a wrecking bar at some point right?

Richter

#11
February 09, 2011, 04:38:22 PM
OP= THIS

Quote from: LMNO, PhD on February 08, 2011, 07:56:59 PM
If my fears and insecurities are a bar, then TGRR is the bouncer at last call, shoving everyone out into the morning sunlight.

= THIS
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on May 22, 2015, 03:00:53 AM
Anyone ever think about how Richter inhabits the same reality as you and just scream and scream and scream, but in a good way?   :lulz:

Friendly Neighborhood Mentat

navkat

#12
February 10, 2011, 02:10:54 PM
Fuck, man.

It's like we purposely sabotage ourselves...go out of our way to decorate our cages with turd-ornaments and shitpiss wall paint.

"Hey dude, your couch is on fire."

"Shhh! can't you see I'm watching my show? STFU until commercial, wouldja?"

Captain Utopia

#13
February 10, 2011, 03:06:42 PM
Quote from: navkat on February 10, 2011, 02:10:54 PM
It's like we purposely sabotage ourselves...

This is only surprising if you start with the premise that we humans are born, distinct from every other animal, with drives other than the basics: eat, shit, fuck and sleep.  Oh, we give ourselves grandiose labels and purposes, but if you ignore the basics then those morlocks will see to it that your intellectual eloi dreams will crash to the ground.  You can live pretty close to the poverty line and still satisfy the basics.  Happiness?  Neurosis?  Family?  Not even a blip on the morlock radar.

Jenne

#14
February 10, 2011, 05:26:02 PM
I'm glad that house we stayed in while visiting Toronto a couple of years ago had a basement, otherwise I wouldn't really understand this OP as well.  In California, there are no basements.  Unless some poor bastard'd created a bomb shelter in the 60's.   The only basement I'd seen until a couple of years ago was my aunt's in Colorado, and they'd converted it into a bottom-level living area such that it was level with their backyard.  So it wasn't a TRUE fucking basement.

But this place in Toronto, it was an honest-to-god basement.  And I could have totally lived there.  It had a fridge, it had booze.  It had furniture from the 70's.  Shag carpet, wet bar and billiards in the back room.  You did your laundry down there, and it had a dehumidifier for the summer months.  It was cool and calm, smelled like Gramma's musty old house.

But there was no light.  And I felt like I was on a TV program set--it wasn't the REAL house.  Only where you went to hideaway from up top, where people have access to you.  So I hid out there to filch booze, filch time away from the kids and their arguing, or my husband and his phone calls to his relatives in a language I couldn't understand and so wasn't privy to.

I miss that basement.  Sorta wish I had one of my own.
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