Tonight Show

He is a nut, he is a fruit cake is all I can think of. My head keeps banging even if I'm asleep the thoughts never stop. I need a break says the voice in my head waking me up or was it that annoying ringing?

I followed the sound to the back of the house there it was a phone, a tiny cellphone hidden and plugged in I didn't even know it existed. I picked it up and listened to a voice: Come over, help me I need to get down. An idiot left me on a pedestal.

A pedestal, I thought it sounded familiar how long ago it was that I was put there and next I was forgotten. No, not forgotten I was placed there and kicked down, chained and sent to the basement. How odd life can be, how fast it can change from up in the skies and being adored, admired to being treated worse than a dog ending up in a cold basement, a cellar, prison, the basement, the basement....
Wounds, rotten, unattractive, skin rotten, infections, beatings and punishments for being dirty, not pure and unattractive. Not pure but good enough to rape and break my arms and legs. Dirty bastard, I thought, not clean, not pure but good enough to stick your filthy dick in and today you're covered and poisoning the soil. I should save the soil from that rotten tomato or is it an apple with the smell of gonorrhea?

Hello, she said, do you hear me? I am in Coven Garden you can easily find me my dress has the colour of...

Blood, blood, blood, blood, was all I could think of, how much was needed to paint a wall?

Jump, I thought.
She: It's too high, I'll break my legs and my shoes are gone and something drips, it smells, help me, sister.

The last thing I wanted was to help a stranger, someone I didn't know, a voice through the phone reading my mind, a phone I didn't even know existed, and why should I go out it was too dark and I didn't like to save someone. I know how it is to be outside I told myself, I was at the Jumbo, the Jumbo supermarket where the machine swallowed the empty bottles and the tramp waited and took the receipt. Devil happily accepted the treats and now there was Vanessa on a pedestal with a smelly drip where some dick left her for later. All I wanted was sleep, rest before I posted the bottles. She kept talking, her voice sounded like an old vinyl and I felt nothing, no empathy. I know who she is, the easy-to-get with quick fingers, pickpocketing. A nice interest you got girl, I thought.

She kept rambling and rambling and talked and talked and I didn't even listen to the voice saying she was Vanessa, Vanessa on the pedestal left somewhere behind by him a person I never heard of. Who was he, who was she? Was this love or was it stupidity? How lonely could one be to share a body with a billion bacteria torturing, causing immense pain and eating the brain where the hell was Coven Garden?
I remember Richi, he would laugh while pouring crappy red wine mixed with coolant raising the bill for drunk tourists from South Europe pretending to be rich, idiots licking shoes and the floor they piss on in the belief they are the king of the pussies. Richi has a good memory. I will add him to the tramp on my thigh. How could I forget him? His vegetable soup with meatballs is way better than any Chinese restaurant and who needs McDs dirty chickenwings, bones sticking in the throat, sticks without meat, salt and feathers with a layer of illusions swalled within 3 minutes with a bottle of crap before the tonight show. Thick lips, grease and gravy, unwanted tongues in ears, neck, between legs, trying to fill the owner's void by licking holes, provoking the Madman of Midas.

I closed the phone without sharing a word and pulled it out of the socket.
At most 10 hours, said a voice, and the battery is empty do you want to switch on the save mode?
Would I need it, does it fit in a bottle, do jars float, why a bottle is it for drunk, obscene men peeing in bed or using bottles because they are too lazy to stand up? Did I clean the bottles for my diary well enough?

I closed the phone and left her behind or at least the voice who said she was on a pedestal and needed my help. Help? Why should I help, did anyone ever help me? All I remember is that disgusting mouth, shouting, yelling, cursing and biting, breaking fingers and changing me into a whore. A beast sold for money and not even to the highest bidder. Without any doubt, Vanessa would find a way to get off that pedestal, the weather, the circumstances, her legs, and the diseases would push her off. She had still time and so had I.
Unlike them, I didn't need a bar to make me forget, no sex to prove the theory of chaos, to hush the screwed brain.

I fake. We all do. What do they know? Men are stupid and even women fall for it. Too stupid to tell the difference. Not even if you read the paper or text your friend they notice it. Too busy with being the king, small egos, small dicks, trust me they just do something. They lock and squeeze tits and arses obsessed with their ego. Don Juan is a narcissist. It's a life of useless fights to be noticed. If cheap words and a tongue can't do the trick the beatings will follow and playing the drama king while swallowing gallons of cheap wine, crying my wife doesn't understand me. Robots and Barbies are perfect for these sick egos.

9:36
The river looks calm. Three bottles to let go of. I found one. The label says: tomato juice. The phone could fit in.
I watched the bottles till they were out of sight and poked with a stick at the place where the first sank. There was nothing. No bottle, no message, no corpse, no dog, no frog only me and Devil sitting on the bank looking at the water flowing imperturbably by till we left in the dark. I should clean the bottles again. Six are left. Six to send into a cruel, selfish world.

The headache is getting less with every bottle send onits way. The night smells of wet earth, the memories come back, Richi grins as he sees me headbanging, we danced till the early morning till he disappeared and was found with his face buried into Mother Earth... A false nail was found next to him, false nails like... Vanessa!

11:02
The madman of Midas

<sub>20.3.25
Follow up Sex and other Per(versions) by @almaguer and I Need
Prompt: tonight show - freewritehouse


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