SOULSURF-The Walt Deppian Monologue 1
Testing the stairs as we go upstairs.We look each at each other and feel a bit lost and scared,maybe if we chose otherwise,our lives would 've been spared.There he is,black,mighty,violent and strong,smoking pot out of his African precious bong,Walt Deppian,part human,part star,the one who tried to go to far.No more will we speak,as he yearns to show us his best trick.
It's a monologue he once taught that made him really see the kindness inside you and me.It is his only hope we can be free.And oh how the wind pounds the night,well,we'd better be good boys and sit tight.
"My name is Walt deppian.
Know this,my dear friends.
Movies are just illusinations with stories.
Music is just a voice you cant really understand.
And don’t get me even started about the tv.
This has always been the game,and like it or not,this is how it goes.
We try to teach you,you never learn.
We poison you,you just keep getting it.we fuck with your head,you wanna fuck other people;s head.Fuck,einstein tried to help and in the end,all you said was “yeah,yeah,but can you make a bomb?”
This is just the way it goes.
For fun.
We pick a game,choose a random "sport" and we watch and test you like never before.sometimes you win stuff for being cool and all,but that’s just us.not your fucking life.think any nerd would get laid without star trek?Think any homo would have a job if not for christianity?You think any killer would wanna be famous if not for manson and mayonnaise?Well,mayo just went wrong.HAAAAAAAAAAHHHAAHHAHAAHA
It was then the pot had just made its money,Walt Deppian felt hungry and ate some honey.We looked at each other,unable to speak and decided we didn't like our host and that he was a freak.But Walt Deppian was powerful and heard our common thought and then decided,to punish us and have some more pot.
And the,he just went on to talk.
"But anyways,im the happy guy.im the kinda guy who wants to show you around and let you decide whats best for you.This is how I intend to verbally express my concerns.
What if people wenen't just meant to become a partner in a couple that has to get married,raise a child or two,try to sing along and realize in the end they just barely live and always pretend?And all that other crap that each one might take as unique,colourful,blessed or lucky,like a love letter,a great blowjob,a nice wedding dress or a family photoshoot with a dog and smily kids really dont matter.At all.
I mean,who actually gives a shit?Why do we have to settle down?Why do we have to live in ways that haven't been chosen by us,but served straight to our bleaching asshole?Man,I just don't get it.
People changed honour to outlaw,beauty to whores,power to money and wisdom to lies.People got soft.Every single one of us feels like a small part of his soul dies every once in a while,that is he was lucky enough to have one in the first place. And so on.
People always forget that the only thing that matters is that they all seek hapinness in their lives.Their sadness reflects on all of their passions,whether it's a black filthy whore from downtown,a perfect mushroom spacecake or a smile each time they see someone and don't want to show them how boring they really are.It's all just a sad pittoresque circus,violently repeating its tricks.Great news is you are always a viewer,an animal,an artist,a clown or a worker.The circus is yours.
This is your jungle,you say and you forget you weren't meant to be there.------------------------
Testing the stairs as we go upstairs.We look each at each other and feel a bit lost and scared,maybe if we chose otherwise,our lives would 've been spared.There he is,black,mighty,violent and strong,smoking pot out of his African precious bong,Walt Deppian,part human,part star,the one who tried to go to far.No more will we speak,as he yearns to show us his best trick.
It's a monologue he once taught that made him really see the kindness inside you and me.It is his only hope we can be free.And oh how the wind pounds the night,well,we'd better be good boys and sit tight.
"My name is Walt deppian.
Know this,my dear friends.
Movies are just illusinations with stories.
Music is just a voice you cant really understand.
And don’t get me even started about the tv.
This has always been the game,and like it or not,this is how it goes.
We try to teach you,you never learn.
We poison you,you just keep getting it.we fuck with your head,you wanna fuck other people;s head.Fuck,einstein tried to help and in the end,all you said was “yeah,yeah,but can you make a bomb?”
This is just the way it goes.
For fun.
We pick a game,choose a random "sport" and we watch and test you like never before.sometimes you win stuff for being cool and all,but that’s just us.not your fucking life.think any nerd would get laid without star trek?Think any homo would have a job if not for christianity?You think any killer would wanna be famous if not for manson and mayonnaise?Well,mayo just went wrong.HAAAAAAAAAAHHHAAHHAHAAHA
It was then the pot had just made its money,Walt Deppian felt hungry and ate some honey.We looked at each other,unable to speak and decided we didn't like our host and that he was a freak.But Walt Deppian was powerful and heard our common thought and then decided,to punish us and have some more pot.
And the,he just went on to talk.
"But anyways,im the happy guy.im the kinda guy who wants to show you around and let you decide whats best for you.This is how I intend to verbally express my concerns.
What if people wenen't just meant to become a partner in a couple that has to get married,raise a child or two,try to sing along and realize in the end they just barely live and always pretend?And all that other crap that each one might take as unique,colourful,blessed or lucky,like a love letter,a great blowjob,a nice wedding dress or a family photoshoot with a dog and smily kids really dont matter.At all.
I mean,who actually gives a shit?Why do we have to settle down?Why do we have to live in ways that haven't been chosen by us,but served straight to our bleaching asshole?Man,I just don't get it.
People changed honour to outlaw,beauty to whores,power to money and wisdom to lies.People got soft.Every single one of us feels like a small part of his soul dies every once in a while,that is he was lucky enough to have one in the first place. And so on.
People always forget that the only thing that matters is that they all seek hapinness in their lives.Their sadness reflects on all of their passions,whether it's a black filthy whore from downtown,a perfect mushroom spacecake or a smile each time they see someone and don't want to show them how boring they really are.It's all just a sad pittoresque circus,violently repeating its tricks.Great news is you are always a viewer,an animal,an artist,a clown or a worker.The circus is yours.
This is your jungle,you say and you forget you weren't meant to be there.------------------------
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