The Dyslexic Guy
So a guy walked into a restaurant that blasted bad music, and sat down at a table. A waitress then came over with a menu before she left. The dude tried to read the menu, but had a hard time because he has dyslexia. The waitress finally came back after about 5 minutes and asked the guy in a very soft voice,
”Would you like anything to drink?”
The dude then looked up at her with a look of confusion on his face so the waitress repeated herself.
”Would you like anything to drink, sir?” she asked louder.
The guy then responded,
”I’m sorry ma’am, but I’m dyslexic, I can’t read lips.”
When Will It End?
I feel all warm and tingly inside. Joy flushes into every single piece of me. This is it, this is what I was made to do. I think proudly to myself. Oh how the purpose of my life has been completed. How I can just sit here and enjoy the warmth filled inside of me.
Abruptly I feel flesh and bone start to engulf around me. I start to get crushed down and parts of me blow away into the depths of the restaurant. I soon feel all of my happiness drain out of me. I try to scream but my face is pinned down and I can’t even mutter one word. I start to think about all the legends of the so called ‘humans’ that my family has been telling me for my entire life. I never thought they would be true, so I spent my time joking about humans with my peers. But now with these hands clutching my body, I realize my mistake of not believing the rumors before.
So now I sit on a leather ‘seat’ in a what I think is a ‘car’ with despair showering me from above. I miss my family, I miss my friends, I miss my closet, I miss my shelf. Lost in the jumble of my thoughts, I don't realize that I’m being moving yet again and before I know it I’m placed on a wooden table. The smell of cigars and aftershave attack my nose. I look around. There has to be a way out of here, there always is. I startle at the sound of footsteps and see a large man walking straight towards me. I start to shudder with fear when I glimpse into his soul wrenching eyes.
Suddenly my face is torn apart. I howl in agony as the man starts to reach into my body and pull out my insides. I watch in horror as he stuffs my intestines into his mouth.
“Damn, this burger really is good.” the human says with his mouth full.
After that I black out. All I remember is being thrown into a ‘trash can’ which stunk of rotten food. My thoughts are lost in complete darkness and I am limp and tired.
From now on I don't feel a thing. Any hope of going home is lost in my dead body. So I sit and wait, and sit and wait for my time as a piece of garbage to end. And if that means floating in the vast ocean blue, so be it, because eventually I will die.