In times of 'hitman' for hire

 December 30th 2009

If I were to ever hire the hitman, it would be, a day that challenged me - of myself - of my own doing to look upon that, and say please don't shoot me, I hired you myself. Amidst, such liver, or kidney, or heart functions, how is it that I carry such ambivalence toward my most common enemy, to be, such is an afterthought. Why, why are you here, if only to shoot me down like some sort of herring, what did I do so wrong, to plead my misfortune to you - begging for dear life - or the shortage of rope pulling me back into the abyss. You there, yes the man without a face, he is most like the hitman we call it chosen.

Now, from the momentary lapse in judgment occurred a softer more gentle hitman, but the saying goes, a journey less travelled is still not a journey. What is it we search for, if not that path to self-destruction, whether occupancy has been fully reached along the shoreline's of more profitable research, will go to show, the dead man walking is a hitman. Nothing more.

How curious says the label on her back, not that the hitman is a female, but a male in some form of she-devil disguise, as though Rosanne Barr would have liked herself if she were capable.

It took some time, to decipher the anonymity of that greedy little spineless gesture, the one when her modus operandi revealed everything about her sorry appetite. Do you see me, she might then add in saying, how did we meet first, was it somewhere I can't really recall, well let me apologize to you kind sir, you must remember, that period of reflection imposed upon us some time ago. It was nothing, really. But, you know - now that I mention it, guess what else I've come up with, you poor thing, let me take you there. In a matter of extreme hospice, it was my own fault, to tell you of that impression I gave you, when you heard me say it. Did it hurt, I imagine it may have, if it did. Am I still talking - oh yes - and that night I left without saying goodbye. I could not forget that. Actions do speak louder than words you know, more of me and less of -. I forgot to tell you, sorry about the dinner affair the other night, I was much to self-absorbed though I wouldn't be able to tell the difference, because I talk a bit too much. Did I look big in that dress, or was that what I wore, I do have high fashion sense is what I'm told. Yes - yes, I need a manual to keep up with me. I'm a bit of a micro-manager in such things as, what was I saying. Yes - of course - the place we were, when, I'm so full of it now, oh yes - that was it, funny you should ask, but I do showcase my talents to a point of vomit. I can't believe I just said the word, vomit. Anyway, where was I, I haven't stopped thinking about that good fun I had, though it was so long ago, but you'd know how it ended.

Yes, the hitman, she's perfectly so insane that she communicates albeit unknowingly, as if she was at ten places at once, not a step further, or one left behind, an octopus of sorts. I think she was destined for a plane ticket to Toronto or some place like that. The story is as it follows, the famed hitman, addressed a door with no mailbox attached, to where her previous thoughts came in the form of Alice in Wonderland, though these riddles were of such small value. I guess that is what the name of the story goes, it's not a fairy tale, it's a course of boo's and giggle's, rhyming riddles that make this hitman turn around. Did the hitman need, or a more operative term I would say was a requirement, of such incredulous options. This then begs question, if Alice in Wonderland is present in our everyday lives, her world must really not matter, because like that of the hitman, she goes where she pleases as she does so very often.

Though the moral of the story has it's ups and downs, unlike a frugal type human being, she is after all a hitman that anchors her ship like a lost treasure, or treasure lost - as she prefers to call it. She only had to think of one thing to remedy her internal will, which is so often then not, a bird to kill. Did I mistake you for a bird, how silly of me, then let me renew this one promise to you. I promise to manipulate you each and every time I get, that I dare you speak, and if I do speak to you, it is because I have a loaded weapon of choice waiting to seek you out. You do know this is how fairy tales go, right. Although, though although I may make a lot to do with speech, you've hurried me into making a drastic decision. Yes - you only you could do that - that it makes me want to shoot. Nor will I shoot you, because I am a hitman for hire. I do what it takes and nothing more. Nothing less that I gain. So, you poor haughty mouse, I privilege you in command. No, I feel like sparing your life - yes - once and for all. I am no hero because of this, but alas - you do awaken my false sense of duty into a standstill. A vortex that emotions can no longer penetrate. You do remember me now don't you - I shall say this next time we meet again.

No half-promises, or ill deceit, just good old fashioned, condescending-ness, my intolerable voice, that well equipped bomb I carry in my mental accuracy. So devious I am, I spill my guts out to you here and now. Careful if I do this, it is a distraction, if you caused me to think about you in tedious a fashion I will be forced to make another tactful decision, where my credibility is dug a full inch in diameter, you see how big I made that sound. IT is enough to Kill you without even trying. My absurd life is a machine I unravel in such make-shift chaos. Yes - I admit, you take credit for a lot of my own shallow bravery, where you better beware of how I might strike next.


The buttons you push, I will make such limited choice, a matter of due diligence, of do or die as it matter only in the event that I would Kill for you even if you not trust me. Bang. Just like that. You, presumed dead. Now let's discuss, this self-important matter of my allowance, which you hold no right in obliging me. Further to it, take a dollar, and another, each to compensate for my over-competitive compliance or one-upmanship as rare are my desires, do as you must take this as two-for-one. Which reminds me, what time is that flight to Toronto.