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Danny Boy: Ordering Disorder
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Chris Chaos Offline
Corporate Chaos



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(heel alignment but liked by many; has earned respect despite breaking the rules often)


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09-05-2017, 08:27 PM

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Disorder. The fire's were running rampant, the flames burning out of control. They could be seen for miles. Overturned cars littered the streets like common trash, and some of them burned high and bright as well. The sky literally felt as though it was falling. Debris was everywhere, shooting out from an unseen cannon like dragons breath, covering the earth with soot and ash. Like grey snow. Grey snow that chokes you from above. You can't help but breath it in, it consumes you, but you want to hold off as long as possible---before your lungs collapse and implode from the lack of viable C02. Running. All you can see is running. Screaming. All you can hear is screaming before the new explosion. Everything is strewn everywhere. Nothing is where it belongs. You don't even know where it is you belong anymore. Everything is fire, but at the same time, rain. Fire that burns in rain. How is that possible? You don't have time to think. You slipped and fell in a puddle before and are covered in a slick substance with a pungent odor. Your eyes go wide as you realize what it is.........gasoline. Turning the corner, all you hear is gunshots. The sun is out, and bullets wiz by you like a swarm of bees that has been agitated. Trying to duck, your legs are numb. Your lungs are weak from the gasoline and the smoke. You hear people yelling orders, talking to God on a two way radio before carrying out the plans of the unseen man on the other end. You try to hide behind one of the overturned cars, but the glass shatters all around you and you feel a bullet bite your flesh. You need to move. A fire explodes in front of you, and you have to spin around it, getting to the alley as the hollow pits split the stone framing into dust--the spot where your head just was.Running. More running. Screaming behind you, both for help and for victory, as more crashing turns your eardrums nearly inside out. It is loud, whatever it is, it seems to be chasing you. Maybe it is in your mind.......but maybe it isn't. You can't handle it anymore, and you can't run. The gasoline is making your skin itch, the stench unbearable. Whatever it is, it is right behind you. You can feel it on your heels. You slip. You fall. You curl up. You bring your hands to your ears and your knees to your face and you close your eyes as another explosion goes off and the orange glow of impending death surrounds you.........


Abyss. Silence. Darkness. Your hands move, but they feel like they are in slow motion. It is so quiet that it is almost loud, with the buzz of forever nothingness around you. Just an empty feeling. You open your eyes, but it is blackness, as if opening them in a dark room after years of having them closed. You can't help but have an uneasy feeling. You are standing up but there is nothing solid under you, like you are floating. You have no sense of distance, of time, or even of being. Nothing is the only something you suddenly know. You aren't even something, you feel transparent. You feel weightless. Moving doesn't feel like moving, but like becoming. Engulfing the empty around you. You yell out but there is no sound. Your lips move but nothing comes out. You feel your diaphram forcing the necessary air towards your throat but the silence is overwhelming. You wonder if you will ever be the same again. Or if this is you now. Floating in a world that you can't begin to understand---away from all the pain, the hatred, the bigotry, the judgement.....but is it worth it? Is a world without chaos actually a world you want to live in? Is the world you were running from, trying to make better, worth a world with no sense of adventure? Living on the edge of death everyday is what makes us alive. You have nothing to do in the abyss except float and age, rotting, dying slowly. You can't think of anything but it. The abyss inhabits all of it. This form of chaos is often suppressed, but when you try to be something you are not you often become trapped in it. No place to go. No direction.

First. Through the abyss comes a light. Starting the size of a pinhead, it becomes larger and larger, charging like a freight train towards you. It grows larger--the size of a baseball, a soccer ball, a basketball, a beach ball--then it explodes. A white light 100 times brighter than the sun surrounds you. Becomes you. Suddenly, the world comes back to what you thought it was.....or maybe, somewhere, what you want it to be. Landscapes that could be painted on a canvas. Looking around you, you have solid footing under you finally, you don't see trees. You don't see birds, bugs, even grass. Just rock, water, air. You are the only being. You try to make noise and suddenly you can. You yell for help but know that none is coming. You scream to have your old life back, but you know it won't come. Just then, things begin to sprout up at rapid pace, as if evolution was in hyper drive. Things began to fight. Nature began to take over as the world spun light light speed around you. Slowly, everything was becoming chaos again. Birds swooping down on unsuspecting mice and fish. Lions fighting over a freshly killed carcass. Mammoths trying to fight of primitive humans with spears. This was all happening around you. The world was moving quickly as the men soon---thousands of years in a matter of seconds---became the evil men you were trying to run from in the first place. Chaos comes full circle. It is all being, all knowing, all doing. All.....Chaos.

You Can't Run From Chaos


You Can't Change It.


You Can't Alter It.

It Is You.

It Is Me.


You Can't Have Order Without Chaos......



......You Can't Have Chaos Without Order

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Law.Right or wrong? Always pondered but seemingly never up for discussion. You want order. You Want establishment. You want it all--but you curse the officer under your breath as the cuffs go on. A good night with your friends ruined all because the fucking taxi driver doesn't take credit cards. And Uber? Psssht. Too expensive. When you heard the words "license and registration" you knew you were fucked. You got arrested before for running a stop sign with a suspended license, they weren't going to go easy on you. Now the red lights flash, illuminating your face as you sit in the back of the car and thoughts about your life being over flash though your mind. But part of you respects it. You can't have people drunk driving, that would cause mass chaos......you guess that maybe it is true and you can't have true order without the possibility of chaos. You hang your head and accept it, you know you have made a mistake.


Disposition. The troops had guns, the residents didn't. This was law, they claimed. They needed this land for whatever the government thought necessary for "expansion", but where were you supposed to go? They don't care because order comes first. People are sheep, they will exploit every piece of freedom they have. Give an inch, they will take a mile. The car you were in is driving by a stretch of buildings, and all you see is sadness. Women holding babies, children asking what is happening, men arguing with the soldiers. Families separated and put into vans. Mothers reaching for children and fathers fighting to reunite before getting a club to the head. Mase, tasers, nightsticks. Soldiers with guns entering and ushering out any remaining occupants. This is "order", controlled chaos. When you try to control chaos, all you get is evil. You feel sick to your stomach because you have heard the propaganda, you know why they want the land. You don't agree, but you understand, and you hate yourself for it.


RegimeYou sat there, on your knees, hands in chains. The leader sat in front of you, his nose turned up at you as if you were nothing. To him, you were nothing. The more the sat there, looking at the scenario, you began to feel that way, too. You try to disrupt the established order. There was a way things were supposed to happen, and you threw a wrench in it. You caused chaos, and now order had to take back over. But, order couldn't happen if there wasn't chaos. So you gulp as he stands up. You know what is coming. You can hear the shots from the firing squad outside mowing down another batch of "criminals". But are you really a criminal when living is a crime? The sentence is handed down. The voice sounds cold, uncaring. Because he didn't. He didn't have to..........the blindfold went on.....but it was the right thing to do. Losing your life helped the established order. So therefore it is right. Without chaos......none of this is possible.

Danny Boy


All he wanted was to be accepted. The problem was, he didn't know how. He thought maybe being weird and different would at least get him noticed, at least get people close enough to draw them in.

Maybe then he could show them who he really is, and they would like him for it.

Danny was one of a kind. He liked to paint his face, wearing strange clothes. He often talked to himself, mumbling incorherant ramblings that made little if any sense, even to him.

He was an outcast, to say the least. Not many people knew much about him. Not many people cared. He had always been a strange one......he had always been someone who people tried to avoid.

He sat in his art class, drawing new face paints and planning out with store to get them at to make his newest mask. He was a headcase, but in a strage way he loved it. He didn't think anything was wrong with him, and that is exactly what was wrong with him. He thought people could accept him for how he is, but made no effort to assist them in that conquest. He was stuck in his old little world.

The school bully, Chris, had already beaten him up once. He beat him up so bad he had to take some time off school but Chris was the star Quarterback on the football team so he didn't get really any punishment. Danny now vows to get revenge on Chris but isn't sure how to do it.

His mother dressed him up nice and packed his lunch. His checkered sweater was tight around the neck. He was a total nerd.

There was a fight schedueled on the playground after school. He was going to extract his revenge, according to him. He was going to finally take the big bad bully out. As he sat there and he drew his war mask......he began to think......did he really have what it took?

Chris was crafty. He had tricks up his sleeve. Chris was the better fighter and he knew it but he was going to rely on heart......rely on passion.....he was going to rely on the fact that he wanted to prove he was worth a shit at this school.....maybe then he would stop getting bullied.

He drew what he needed to draw. He would go get the supplies, then show up at the playground with his little facepaint and his revenge mantra. He will show up against the best fighter in the school with no skill, no real ability, just a shallow hope and some anger that even he wasn't sure he was that angry about. He was a little ADD kid in a big kids body.

He wasn't brave, he was stupid. He didn't know what pain really was. He didn't know what true suffering was, true sacrifise. He didn't know how it felt to lose it all, then have to keep fighting. He hadn't lost anything but a few months. He had no idea what was in store for him. Why? Well, he had pissed Chris off. Chris had left him for dead, and when Chris leaves something for dead he expects it to stay dead. So now Chris was going to hurt him worse than he originally did. Chris was not a man to be taken lightely, fooled around with, or made an example of. But Danny Boy, he just had so much pent up anger and rage........he was shaking with it.

He was also shaking because he was cold. He felt his nipples poking through his shirt and was glad he had borrowed his mothers sports bra for the day. Thank god the bitch had A cups.

.........He had the supplies. His face was painted. He wanted to try to scare Chris by crawling to the field of battle that day, slithering like the snake he is.......but Chris stood unphased. When he stood up he stood face to face, toe to toe, with the best there is...........



Oh Danny boy
We lost a good soul that day lord
Oh Danny boy
You fought so hard
Oh Danny boy
We buried you in that field
Oh Danny boy
Your pride was your last meal
Oh Danny boy
You got crushed again, your mamma cried
Oh Danny boy
You fought the best, and then you died.
























































































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