I love the college. It's fun to learn, as I stated earlier. But the
lectures are boring as Fuck. A human term, I'm too human now. Oh well, who
cares.
The male talking is bald, and overweight and just by looking at him I can deduct when he will drop dead and be forced into a hole. Honestly, though my patriotism is somewhat deflated I can still have love for my races' technology, while their dead rot, mine are harvested. The human part of me is disgusted, but I know from the Pak on my back it is right.
No-one cares about this, he just talks and we don't care. When I say we I mean me and the humans. Stinking vermin. Him. He's different but exactly the same.
............
Stop talking Mr. Raymond, stop talking, why won't this end? We are bored and we don't care. Fuck.
Just shut up already. Damn I 'm bored.
.....
...
..............
Why do I even care? I sit here bored and my mind wanders. He's sitting opposite me. He does'n't care either. Too smart for this shit. He's much like me, too smart for all this. Pushed through the standardised human education system, both of us are younger than the others here, well.... I'm special. With a skin disease. It's a disease now, fuck a condition, feel sorry for me, pity me you fucking teenaged hormone bags.
.......
...
..
.
What is this lecture even about?
I see Him falling asleep. Maybe if I keep watching him long enough, he'll be cought by that obese fat fuck and maybe I can derive some amusement out of his dazed embarrassment.
No. That won't happen. He never gets caught. Fuck him. With a spork........ ..... ....spork?
....
Whatever.
.....
........
.....
Huh? What the fuck?
I fell asleep?
I can feel my blood flushing onto my green cheeks, and eveyone is laughing. Dib doesn't laugh. He isn't like all the delinquents here.
I remember to look at Mr Raymond, and he is even uglier when angry, that sweaty fat pus-ball. He shouldn't wear white.
I hate him. Why am I here? It's then I realise that I can leave. They have no power over me, I am Zim! I will rule you all. I am the supreme overlord of Earth!!..... .......No-one can hear me think.
I'm leaving.
As I walk away, I look over my shoulder and Dib has left his seat.
-
Lectures finish.
I do not need to prolong my time here on the campus any longer, and so I leave. It's windy so I wrap my black trench coat tight around myself. Myself isn't a lot.
Wind is cold.
Wind is biting.
Wind reminds me of Him.
He is cold and biting. His glare alone makes me want to gouge out his eyes and stab his brain. That ever-scheming brain. But now I'm older, and I don't want to be carried away as a murder case, forgotten and lost.
Fuck you Zim. Got to Hell.
......
walking
......
You always have to be the centre of attention, but today was so pitiful.
Hah, anyone could have done that, Even that idiot muscle bound fuck-up Torque, still in our old Skool, could pull off a stupid prank like that. Pretending to fall asleep and snore mid-lecture. You're so immature.
Mighty Irken race? Fuck that, you're nothing. Just a class clown. You got the make-up already.
............
Ranting about the thing I hate the most helps.
......
Walk some more....
......
How did Zim get taller than me? FUCK! I said I would stop asking that question! I don't know and never will. My espionage back then found out too little.. That spark is gone.
Now I want to just show them I'm not a fucking nut.
Yes, he is an alien, and yes, you're all fucking idiots.
Fuck.
He's like a fucked up mirror. And I can't break the glass. I'm stuck to the floor and all he does is grin. Like he's won or something, he has not won, no-one will.......
.......
....
I'm home.
Shit.
-
.......My door doesn't make sense. It has a gents restroom symbol on it. Why havn't I got that changed?
I'm human now. That's why. My punishment was to be exiled, now it is to watch myself change species into a slow witted dull monkey beast. With little or no intelligence.
I haven't made it that far. I should kill myself before then.
.....
I'm standing outside.
...........
It's gonna rain.
Gir? Where are you? Meh, he's just a pet now. Not a robot. This lifestyle was too soft for him, and the contents of his brain probably fused into something resembling a domestic human cat.
Will that happen to me......?
I have college work to do, so I will do it. And then? I don't know, I'll figure it out when I get to it.
.........
........
'Knock' fuckin' 'knock'
Who could want Zim now? I stare out of the peephole.
No-one.
This intrigues me, I like that. What I don't know, what I can't answer, what I have to work to achieve are the only things that I can extract pleasure from. No sex for Irk. That's one thing humans can do that I can't.
Doesn't matter.
I open the door, and the cold, biting wind hits me forcefully, whipping that fucking acidic rain onto my face. I don't close the door and look down brefly, to find that there is a metal and armoured box on my doorstep, with a metal robotic arm with a rounded cudgel, which was what knocked on my door. Now I ignore the stinging of the rain. The door is wide open, letting the filthy elements into my domain. And I stand there. Still in my poor, but seemingly effective disguise. And I am just standing there, looking down, then my heart skips a beat and my eyes grow wide. For the first time in one fuck-long amount of time, the pang of homesickness pulses through my veins and arteries.
On the box, it reads 'Zim,
RE: hello,
From: Dee, the Tallest's most trusted soldier.
-
Chapter end.
The male talking is bald, and overweight and just by looking at him I can deduct when he will drop dead and be forced into a hole. Honestly, though my patriotism is somewhat deflated I can still have love for my races' technology, while their dead rot, mine are harvested. The human part of me is disgusted, but I know from the Pak on my back it is right.
No-one cares about this, he just talks and we don't care. When I say we I mean me and the humans. Stinking vermin. Him. He's different but exactly the same.
............
Stop talking Mr. Raymond, stop talking, why won't this end? We are bored and we don't care. Fuck.
Just shut up already. Damn I 'm bored.
.....
...
..............
Why do I even care? I sit here bored and my mind wanders. He's sitting opposite me. He does'n't care either. Too smart for this shit. He's much like me, too smart for all this. Pushed through the standardised human education system, both of us are younger than the others here, well.... I'm special. With a skin disease. It's a disease now, fuck a condition, feel sorry for me, pity me you fucking teenaged hormone bags.
.......
...
..
.
What is this lecture even about?
I see Him falling asleep. Maybe if I keep watching him long enough, he'll be cought by that obese fat fuck and maybe I can derive some amusement out of his dazed embarrassment.
No. That won't happen. He never gets caught. Fuck him. With a spork........ ..... ....spork?
....
Whatever.
.....
........
.....
Huh? What the fuck?
I fell asleep?
I can feel my blood flushing onto my green cheeks, and eveyone is laughing. Dib doesn't laugh. He isn't like all the delinquents here.
I remember to look at Mr Raymond, and he is even uglier when angry, that sweaty fat pus-ball. He shouldn't wear white.
I hate him. Why am I here? It's then I realise that I can leave. They have no power over me, I am Zim! I will rule you all. I am the supreme overlord of Earth!!..... .......No-one can hear me think.
I'm leaving.
As I walk away, I look over my shoulder and Dib has left his seat.
-
Lectures finish.
I do not need to prolong my time here on the campus any longer, and so I leave. It's windy so I wrap my black trench coat tight around myself. Myself isn't a lot.
Wind is cold.
Wind is biting.
Wind reminds me of Him.
He is cold and biting. His glare alone makes me want to gouge out his eyes and stab his brain. That ever-scheming brain. But now I'm older, and I don't want to be carried away as a murder case, forgotten and lost.
Fuck you Zim. Got to Hell.
......
walking
......
You always have to be the centre of attention, but today was so pitiful.
Hah, anyone could have done that, Even that idiot muscle bound fuck-up Torque, still in our old Skool, could pull off a stupid prank like that. Pretending to fall asleep and snore mid-lecture. You're so immature.
Mighty Irken race? Fuck that, you're nothing. Just a class clown. You got the make-up already.
............
Ranting about the thing I hate the most helps.
......
Walk some more....
......
How did Zim get taller than me? FUCK! I said I would stop asking that question! I don't know and never will. My espionage back then found out too little.. That spark is gone.
Now I want to just show them I'm not a fucking nut.
Yes, he is an alien, and yes, you're all fucking idiots.
Fuck.
He's like a fucked up mirror. And I can't break the glass. I'm stuck to the floor and all he does is grin. Like he's won or something, he has not won, no-one will.......
.......
....
I'm home.
Shit.
-
.......My door doesn't make sense. It has a gents restroom symbol on it. Why havn't I got that changed?
I'm human now. That's why. My punishment was to be exiled, now it is to watch myself change species into a slow witted dull monkey beast. With little or no intelligence.
I haven't made it that far. I should kill myself before then.
.....
I'm standing outside.
...........
It's gonna rain.
Gir? Where are you? Meh, he's just a pet now. Not a robot. This lifestyle was too soft for him, and the contents of his brain probably fused into something resembling a domestic human cat.
Will that happen to me......?
I have college work to do, so I will do it. And then? I don't know, I'll figure it out when I get to it.
.........
........
'Knock' fuckin' 'knock'
Who could want Zim now? I stare out of the peephole.
No-one.
This intrigues me, I like that. What I don't know, what I can't answer, what I have to work to achieve are the only things that I can extract pleasure from. No sex for Irk. That's one thing humans can do that I can't.
Doesn't matter.
I open the door, and the cold, biting wind hits me forcefully, whipping that fucking acidic rain onto my face. I don't close the door and look down brefly, to find that there is a metal and armoured box on my doorstep, with a metal robotic arm with a rounded cudgel, which was what knocked on my door. Now I ignore the stinging of the rain. The door is wide open, letting the filthy elements into my domain. And I stand there. Still in my poor, but seemingly effective disguise. And I am just standing there, looking down, then my heart skips a beat and my eyes grow wide. For the first time in one fuck-long amount of time, the pang of homesickness pulses through my veins and arteries.
On the box, it reads 'Zim,
RE: hello,
From: Dee, the Tallest's most trusted soldier.
-
Chapter end.