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“ HAUNTED HIMSELF “

Distraught Taught with no Naught Nathan Mobordry:

“ I drew it back like it was a knife drawn out yet I just couldn’t for the life of me break through! Break through life! Break on to. Break on into ‘the life! Yet I’m in a bar. I left the bar actually but in my mind I’m still there! I’ve done it before! THIS! The holistic intellectual shitzu-dog! Oh, I must have heard about it underground, but ‘THIS’ dog I thought would be great! Instead I’m addicted to the black market drug! Non-stop coughing here lately! I’m cross-legged walking looking inside me thinking I look like Al Simmons [ SPAWN ] ! Oh I love! [Nostalgia Wins!] Oh Oh Oh I loved that comic book as a kid! I’m in New York in my brain! I see Freddy Krueger [ like I’m insane ] !

Narrator: As water trickled down Nathan’s goatee after he took a drink from his tumbler he sat and pondered in his troubles. His troubles that would inevitably over last his time … apparently! …

[NOT Even] Nathan Mobordry: “ My time is here! My kingdom is here! My dangers are obsolete! My time at school is finite, yet my blue and black Nike hat says I am … some … one … else! “

2nd Narrator: (breaking 4th wall) He was told his stories were trash! He was told they made no sense! At one time before one Nathan Mobordry made himself horrified from his drug addiction; … he ‘fancied’ himself as a non-paid entertainer! He would record music in story-form. He never made a dime! He also had a website where he shared 100s of short and micro-stories!…

TO BE CONTINUED

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Peace,

“ Creativity with a passion, for a purpose!… To entertain!… To motivate!… To inspire! “

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