Well, with all this talk of JC stories. I decided to try and start a collaborative Jerry Cornerlius story here. Just a little bit of fun and madness, go in whatever direction you so want.
Apologies to Mike
Jerry Cornelius in
'The Entropy of Faded Messiahs.'
1- Jerry decides to pack it all in.
2006
Jerry Cornelius sat at the computer and sighed.
The world was going straight to hell and even worse, it was ignoring him totally. He was hitting 65 now and on the verge of being completely past it. He longed for the day when it was him and his gun, screwing against the forces of law and order, going against the man and tuning in and dropping out. There was a time when HE was the messiah for the masses and…
2005
“Heard about this Gideon chap?�
“Gideon chap?�
Jerry raised his head slowly from the old pornographic magazine he was reading.
“Gideon Starcraft, Starlost…Star-something. Apparently he’s the new hip thing, all PVC bondage ware, waltzing around like he’s something special. The kids love him apparently…�
“Don’t say �kids,’ Mo… It makes us sound old.�
“Jerry, we ARE old.�
“Never!�
Jerry Cornelius leapt from his chair and promptly sat back down coughing.
“If Keith Richards and Mick Jagger can still rock at their age, then so can Jerry!� he spluttered, “I thought I’d be dead by now. I think I’d rather that than this agonising nothingness of old age.�
Mo groaned under his breath,
“Jesus, Jerr… Why do I spend time with you anymore? You’ve become such a downer.�
“Then piss off then!� shouted Jerry.
2006
With a scream, Jerry realised that he had become THAT old, he had become the age when you just can’t help but look with disdain at the younger generation and say �in my day.’
“Yep, I’m going to kill myself. Seems like a fun thing to do.�
He got up and shuffled over to a chest in the corner of the room. He opened it up and pulled out his old and trusty vibragun, it's once gleaming surface now faded with age and disuse. He placed the nuzzle of the gun against his temple.
"Sorry, Cath, this is what happens when you dump the old Messiah for the new one."
Have fun, somone!
Apologies to Mike
Jerry Cornelius in
'The Entropy of Faded Messiahs.'
1- Jerry decides to pack it all in.
2006
Jerry Cornelius sat at the computer and sighed.
The world was going straight to hell and even worse, it was ignoring him totally. He was hitting 65 now and on the verge of being completely past it. He longed for the day when it was him and his gun, screwing against the forces of law and order, going against the man and tuning in and dropping out. There was a time when HE was the messiah for the masses and…
2005
“Heard about this Gideon chap?�
“Gideon chap?�
Jerry raised his head slowly from the old pornographic magazine he was reading.
“Gideon Starcraft, Starlost…Star-something. Apparently he’s the new hip thing, all PVC bondage ware, waltzing around like he’s something special. The kids love him apparently…�
“Don’t say �kids,’ Mo… It makes us sound old.�
“Jerry, we ARE old.�
“Never!�
Jerry Cornelius leapt from his chair and promptly sat back down coughing.
“If Keith Richards and Mick Jagger can still rock at their age, then so can Jerry!� he spluttered, “I thought I’d be dead by now. I think I’d rather that than this agonising nothingness of old age.�
Mo groaned under his breath,
“Jesus, Jerr… Why do I spend time with you anymore? You’ve become such a downer.�
“Then piss off then!� shouted Jerry.
2006
With a scream, Jerry realised that he had become THAT old, he had become the age when you just can’t help but look with disdain at the younger generation and say �in my day.’
“Yep, I’m going to kill myself. Seems like a fun thing to do.�
He got up and shuffled over to a chest in the corner of the room. He opened it up and pulled out his old and trusty vibragun, it's once gleaming surface now faded with age and disuse. He placed the nuzzle of the gun against his temple.
"Sorry, Cath, this is what happens when you dump the old Messiah for the new one."
Have fun, somone!
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