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Becoming Hyde



I'm as clear as it comes.

Not too hot.

Not to cold.



I've only been in love once, but i left her for another girl.



This is *Becoming Hyde*




Hyde
How is Hyde Hyde

This is the story of Hyde.

Hide.



Every year we go up to the mountains, and by we I mean the people on TV.

I never get out.

That is until I became a schizophrenic.

It's a bad disease.

You should read about it.

Never does a person have any sort of manuverable motion to drive.

Meaning they more or less struck out.

I'm not a quitter.

But I know what is real and what is not a visual reality. Anything real I see to perceive and be an expansion image of my own sense system.

The senses of me are good too.

They took the psycho and smoked the thought and crushed the reality.

Where is a good book to read.

Trust me it's not this.

It's not this.

I'm a terrible writer an even worse author and to make things worse I never spell check.

So always assume your crazy if you cannot interpret what I am writing.

I write so I don't have to read.

And I don't read because the reality of a version of other visual reality must be schizophrenic to want to hear they own senses sound stronger than a smoke ring in the clouds.

It's true.

No author is I and no other man is Hyde.

I'm hyper youth dead eternal.

Sick huh?

If you can't stand it hang up.

If this is something you might be interested in then proceed to page two.

Cause on page three I explain where the word horror and Hyde becomes jekel and how dead means to the smoke.

Okay 123.



Good. Welcome to my wild ride.



This is Hyde. The other stuff is psycho.

...

Mr Hyde
I'm Mr Hyde

Disgusting, isn't it?



What?

What was all I read.



In her face.

She wore a word of wonder.



It made me wish to be where she was not.

Good.

And lucky for that cause today is get disgusted and go to rustedwear...yes!



Today is payday.

And I am pleased.

Its one dollar less

Lets...

Let's one dollar.

Two dollars.

Three...yes.

three dollars and old more still is not enough.

Enough?

Unless.

Unless we're shopping for a penny.



Shop?

Hmmmm.



A personal price to eny brand and every item, "you there", is disgusted to shop in disguise.

Gross, huh?

Go f*ck yourself.

And don't forget to fuçk someone else after your shit gets fucked!

Formulated enough?

A penny.

One measely penny.

Are we poor, really?

Your poor.

A poor fucking bitch.

Burn in hell you some bitch of hell.



Hide!

Run and hide!

High and low.

In how your a high horse, and every high high deserves low luck.

I'm the key to your luck.

Lock Jaw Jule.

Ha ha.

Go!



Hyde.

Ha.

Hyde...

Hyde is a jewelry store.

High Hyde?

Hell no.

Low Hyde?

3 + 8 = 7.

Do the math

One complete object Infinite..



Square. Six. Plus two.

A square-do. Ehh?



Wink.




Jekel
How is Jekel Jekel

Just a joke.

This is no joke.

A jingle to joy is wrinkle in time.



Ha.



No good such luck, and life exists in extra moments.

You there..

You must be a clown.

Cause time.

It's too precious.

And my love.

I love my love.

She's my hero.

My heaven.

I hurry home to have her here.



What?

No hope.



It's too terrible to think twice over and not morene the morning after to swallow a penny to prepare for a jersey

I'm thirsty.

Let's stop this book and go get a breakfast.

Or a brunch.

Ohh.

"She liked both"

I think it's that too though.

Foolish really.

To be a fool over this thing called Hyde.

I'm a lover to Hyde and have a jem for every Jule in the world.



So.

You see in every morbid reality reaches over a really really raw moment, and we mustent waste it.



Ahh. Chapter One.



I know let's call it the Jule.

Ha.

Ham...



She always loved to hear me say this words.

My berry.

Where are you in my tears that I cannot sleep alone in a silence with no sleep.



Come home..............plllleeeaaseeeee



Ha!



I'll kill you.

I mean it.

Where is she?

Go away.

Get out from here

You Hell!!!!!



Mr Jekel
I'm Mr Jekel

You always said..

Roses are red and here is a red rose.

I made you this my dear.

It's a token of time

Teach it to tell nothing but our life

And good...shhhhh



Hey.



I love you

MyYuleLove

Look forward past our smiles and tire the clouds for a faster day to pass.

My Jule Love.

I Yule.

I Yule you.

MyYou.



MyJule.



It's not ready.

The stove.

It's pitch black.

I can't believe this..

Believe it?



You believe.

Please do not before me to you.

I only wish to want you.

I always wanted you here.

You myJule.



You. Hyde.

Just know. I'm as strong as your hands shut.



(Drops the knife)



Oh no.

Your here.

Oh no..

And I only..



Oh nooooo

I can't love you.

You saw me.

You saw me and I stopped myself.

It became you too fast

It's you too for I should look.



Your a demon Jacob.

A man no son to a father

And father to a son



Sons and daughters die daily at your desk.

Your my only regret.

An accomplishment I no soon to forget

I die every note I hear

And no pen will claim my hand stronger than a blade reach with steel



You are now I and I are nor

I never leave your side



(Thrusts a dagger into his side)



Die today and tonight explode...

Tonite explode... Jacob



For I will always be with you

One toppins to top that.



Explode.

Explode.

Explode.



Good Day.



Ahhhhhh!




Chapter 5
This is Chapter Five

In five we learn about taxes, stocks, and hostile takeovers.



Ahh.



Yep.



Hmmm.



I might have lost you didn't I?

Well. I did warn you.

Maybe be quick about not to take home people who curse your home to see ghosts locked in the heads of spiders.



THEND

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Written on May 07, 1985

Submitted by AuthorJAB on August 17, 2021

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