My back hurts today. I wish someone would put an ice cube in their mouth for a few minutes then lick my spine. I am going to put on golf cleats and walk on your face then connect the dots.
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Every time an angel falls I have a new friend. When I cover myself in mirrors I make no friends. When I make friends I cover them in mirrors.
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Every time a baby cries I open my mouth beneath it and make a bathtub for small birds. Every time you plant a new flower I emerge from beneath a rock and eat it out of the ground. Every time I open my mouth I melt the things in front of me.
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I want to dip your pig tails in some paint and draw X’s over my eyes. When you hear yourself saying something make sure you hear yourself as a complete enemy. When you wake up today treat the first thing you see like an enemy because nothing can absolve the day. When you touch the ceiling of the sky look at your fingers and remember the color. When you find me, beat me to death and fill my stomach with stones.
The Death of the Crippler
from The Death of the Crippler
Eddie Guerrero lifted Chris Benoit's arm victoriously in the air, as confetti fell from the ceiling and into the ring. The moment became a part of Wrestling's mythology. It became an iconic image of the sport, of the culture, of the industry. As the camera faded out, as the 20,000 fans made their way back out into the New York City night, the official theme song of Wrestlemania XX echoed in the background.
In two years time both Chris Benoit and Eddie Guerrero will be dead. .....
The physical address of the house is 130 Green Meadow Lane, Fayetteville, Georgia, 30215. The house is brown with white trim lining the windows and doors. It is a big house with a freshly mown lawn. The grass on the lawn is very green. A massive gate fences off the house from the rest of the neighborhood. In the yard, there are two German shepherds lying on their stomachs . One of the dogs is asleep. The other one is awake and panting because he is thirsty. Chris Benoit woke up at a quarter after three on Sunday morning. He was sitting on one of his weight machines, the bottle of wine at his feet. This was it. It was time. He went upstairs and grabbed his and Nancy's phone. He sent two text messages to his friends Chavo Guerrero and Steven Regal.
The Death of the Crippler: Your Unofficial Guide to the Benoit Family Tradgedy and the Pro Wrestling Universe
the mountain in the sunlight near the shore where the water touches sand young Tom Cruise lays on the driveway watching the swaying grass guerrillas in the jungle make hand motions it is left behind veterinarians dancing in a dark bar I’m fighting through the painful™ feelings in my body surrounded by thousands of asteroids and billions of comet she went in the store and bought some milk then got back into the car I place that small machine on the counter and walk away from it butterfly floating over a waterfall Tom Cruise sings on a bus driving through the city it is crying cheerleaders running onto the field breathing heavily there is a snake in my heart there is a baby in my heart each small motion I make is a part of the code my inner life offers you the bus flips and lands in the yard someone crawls out of the wreck bloody I am full of love™ and heartbroken™ continually this is the battlefield of emptiness™ and overflow it is the generation of praise and lazy™ we do nothing we put our face in the disaster and do nothing with it an explosion expands behind us and ahead of us
Suddenly, out the front window Joanne catches a glimpse of a small red car beginning to swerve on the road. It spins out of control and crashes against the railing on the left side. Then the grey hummer directly behind the red car slams on its brakes and flips to its side. It begins to roll on the highway. “Holy shit! Jeff!” She looks at Jeff. He isn’t even watching the road. He is turned towards the backseat busy saying something to Fortune. “Jeff! There is an accident right in front of us! Slow down!” Fortune drops the earrings into his palm and as Jeff turns back around to grab the wheel, he sees a Hummer flip over once. Then twice. Then a third time just feet in front of the van. He pushes his entire foot down onto the brake. He says “fuck” out loud. He says “fuck” again. He grabs the wheel hard and he can feel the earrings forming indentations in his skin. His palms are sweaty and slide a little on the steering wheel. He cuts the van to the right and dodges the back end of a red car spun out on the side of the road. The Hummer rolls off the highway and down the embankment. Jeff watches it flip twice more until it finally comes to a stop. It is right side up on its wheels. A large cloud of smoke pours out from its trunk. The cab light is on and Jeff can see the driver moving his arms slowly inside. It’s front window is shattered and the doors on the left side are crushed and pushed inwards. “Oh my god. Joanne get your cell phone and call 911. Tell them that there is an accident near mile marker 205.”