Into John Overmeyer's Mind
Posted: November 27th, 2009, 8:39 pmThis is a book I'm almost done writting. This is where I'll post my book, with some of the more graphic things cut out. I'll try too keep a few bad things out... but some things are absolutely needed to finish the story...
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INTO JOHN OVERMEYER'S MIND - Be prepared for your reality to be warped.
Copyright WildSimba 2009.
Part one: The President Is After Me!
Dear Unknown,
I have yet to understand you fully yet. Are you near me? Are you by my side all the time? How fast will time fly by when I'm near you? I love you, I love you, I love you.
For only if you hadn't left me, would I not be such an over-depressing fool. I love you.
Your crazy, for leaving me that is.
Yet, I can look into your forgiving eyes, and see that you truely know, and understand me and love me.
Now for a darker note to you.
I have yet to understand the reason as to why you have left me. I know I am a horrible person to be around, but yet, I do not understand why everything I do is so horrible. Do you understand me?
Get it right.
Call you later.
Love,
John Overmeyer.
John Overmeyer put down the ink pen he was using, and thought of what else to write down. Nothing came to mind.
John was in actually, a very deluded person. He sat around all day, writting to someone who didn't exist, and worried everyday, about the world comming down to destroy him. You see, my friends, this is why this book is being written. John Overmeyer's life changed this day in time, and you may understand soon why. The president has decieved me.
This was certainly not true. John was a very messed up person, with a messed up mind. The simple fact that he sat in his room all day, writting to a love that had not even existed, proves my point. He lived in a fake world, all written withen his own horrible mind. John made himself an alter-eho in order to escape what the real world had too offer him. Oh how the world had betrayed him. This is actually what he thought, yes yes.
He was so bankrupt, when he got out of his seat, he would cry, because it would feel like the heart in his chest was about to explode, and he broke out into horrible panic fits. He just made enough money through his disablility check to pay rent, PG&E, and Cable. He had been in a wheelchair ever since the car accident over a year ago. No, I can walk.
It's all lies. I'm not telling you the truth. John, was a perfectly fine individual, completely normal at that. In fact, I was just trying to ruin his story, and kill his reputation. He can walk, it's true. He doesn't write letters to an unforgiven, unexistant lover, it's true. What I just said above was made up. I hope you forgive me for my lies. Let us continue this lie.
He picked back up the pen and began to write down his reality again.
P.S.
If you don't love me anymore, then stop telling me you do.
He labeled the envolope with the correct adress, and sealed it up. Then he put on some lipstick, and marked it with a kiss. Oh yeah, there is a girl. Is there? Yes, there is. Well, we can see about this now, I'll continue on with my lie.
He walked out towards the mailbox, slowly looking around, to see if the coast was clear. He then ran towards the mailbox, dropped the letter inside, and turned the "Red Thing" up. He ran back into the house.
He's not deluded.
He sat in his chair, and slurped on a big glass of icy cold soda, he has just poured from the can by the TV. No use in wasting it, he figured. John enjoyed looking at the teenage girl pagents, as he felt we are all just little girls, being controled by our moms, getting botox when were only 8 years old. Zap those wrinkles down now! But mommy, I don't have any wrinkles. Well... you can't stay sparkly fresh forever.
I guess if it weren't for these pagents, John, who is throughly depressed, would have nothing to do, but sit around all day, and stare at the wall. No prozac for him, no sir.
The pagent ended, so John turned off the Telly, and ended his day of hardship.
Wow, what a wrap.
****
John awoke at 10:32 P.M, to a local girl ringing his doorbell. Man, how these people really annoyed him. He ran to the door, almost tripping on his shoelace, and well, almost fell over. He reached towards the golden door handle, with cracks all over it, probably holding swine flu germs in it, and opened the door to a small, stubby girl. She has a puffy face, big blue eyes, and curley blonde hair.
"Hello Sir. I'm here with the girlscouts association of america. Would you like to buy some cookies from me? It would really help me."
He didn't say anything for a few seconds. All he could think is that this is the girl he had been writting about this whole time. He had fallen in love with her amazing blue eyes, her sparkling curley blonde hair, and even her extra love amazed his tender, love-struck eyes.
It was irrisistable.
"Sh-Sure. I'll take two of that there... mint kind," said John, trying to keep the drool in his mouth.
"Alright sir, that'll be four dollars. We take Cash, and Check."
"I'll give you cash," He replied.
He grabbed his pouch from behind the door, where he left it before, and took out Four dollars. He then decided to add six dollars too this, making a ten dollar bill.
"Here's ten dollars, a nice tip for you, my darling. You only have to do me one favor. Give me your number."
.... to edit, keep checking back up.
***************************************************
INTO JOHN OVERMEYER'S MIND - Be prepared for your reality to be warped.
Copyright WildSimba 2009.
Part one: The President Is After Me!
Dear Unknown,
I have yet to understand you fully yet. Are you near me? Are you by my side all the time? How fast will time fly by when I'm near you? I love you, I love you, I love you.
For only if you hadn't left me, would I not be such an over-depressing fool. I love you.
Your crazy, for leaving me that is.
Yet, I can look into your forgiving eyes, and see that you truely know, and understand me and love me.
Now for a darker note to you.
I have yet to understand the reason as to why you have left me. I know I am a horrible person to be around, but yet, I do not understand why everything I do is so horrible. Do you understand me?
Get it right.
Call you later.
Love,
John Overmeyer.
John Overmeyer put down the ink pen he was using, and thought of what else to write down. Nothing came to mind.
John was in actually, a very deluded person. He sat around all day, writting to someone who didn't exist, and worried everyday, about the world comming down to destroy him. You see, my friends, this is why this book is being written. John Overmeyer's life changed this day in time, and you may understand soon why. The president has decieved me.
This was certainly not true. John was a very messed up person, with a messed up mind. The simple fact that he sat in his room all day, writting to a love that had not even existed, proves my point. He lived in a fake world, all written withen his own horrible mind. John made himself an alter-eho in order to escape what the real world had too offer him. Oh how the world had betrayed him. This is actually what he thought, yes yes.
He was so bankrupt, when he got out of his seat, he would cry, because it would feel like the heart in his chest was about to explode, and he broke out into horrible panic fits. He just made enough money through his disablility check to pay rent, PG&E, and Cable. He had been in a wheelchair ever since the car accident over a year ago. No, I can walk.
It's all lies. I'm not telling you the truth. John, was a perfectly fine individual, completely normal at that. In fact, I was just trying to ruin his story, and kill his reputation. He can walk, it's true. He doesn't write letters to an unforgiven, unexistant lover, it's true. What I just said above was made up. I hope you forgive me for my lies. Let us continue this lie.
He picked back up the pen and began to write down his reality again.
P.S.
If you don't love me anymore, then stop telling me you do.
He labeled the envolope with the correct adress, and sealed it up. Then he put on some lipstick, and marked it with a kiss. Oh yeah, there is a girl. Is there? Yes, there is. Well, we can see about this now, I'll continue on with my lie.
He walked out towards the mailbox, slowly looking around, to see if the coast was clear. He then ran towards the mailbox, dropped the letter inside, and turned the "Red Thing" up. He ran back into the house.
He's not deluded.
He sat in his chair, and slurped on a big glass of icy cold soda, he has just poured from the can by the TV. No use in wasting it, he figured. John enjoyed looking at the teenage girl pagents, as he felt we are all just little girls, being controled by our moms, getting botox when were only 8 years old. Zap those wrinkles down now! But mommy, I don't have any wrinkles. Well... you can't stay sparkly fresh forever.
I guess if it weren't for these pagents, John, who is throughly depressed, would have nothing to do, but sit around all day, and stare at the wall. No prozac for him, no sir.
The pagent ended, so John turned off the Telly, and ended his day of hardship.
Wow, what a wrap.
****
John awoke at 10:32 P.M, to a local girl ringing his doorbell. Man, how these people really annoyed him. He ran to the door, almost tripping on his shoelace, and well, almost fell over. He reached towards the golden door handle, with cracks all over it, probably holding swine flu germs in it, and opened the door to a small, stubby girl. She has a puffy face, big blue eyes, and curley blonde hair.
"Hello Sir. I'm here with the girlscouts association of america. Would you like to buy some cookies from me? It would really help me."
He didn't say anything for a few seconds. All he could think is that this is the girl he had been writting about this whole time. He had fallen in love with her amazing blue eyes, her sparkling curley blonde hair, and even her extra love amazed his tender, love-struck eyes.
It was irrisistable.
"Sh-Sure. I'll take two of that there... mint kind," said John, trying to keep the drool in his mouth.
"Alright sir, that'll be four dollars. We take Cash, and Check."
"I'll give you cash," He replied.
He grabbed his pouch from behind the door, where he left it before, and took out Four dollars. He then decided to add six dollars too this, making a ten dollar bill.
"Here's ten dollars, a nice tip for you, my darling. You only have to do me one favor. Give me your number."
.... to edit, keep checking back up.