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September 10th, 2008
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Pigeon

“This is where it all begins.”

“The long, hard road to rediscovery.”

“The place where I finally decide to stare down the face of countless filth…”

“… so I may take their punishment…”

“… the pain… the sweet, sweet pain…”

"Thank them… and ask for more."

“This is the beginning…”

“… the end is nowhere in sight.”

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[Pigeon steps through the front door of "Doc Taco's All You Can Eat Mexican Buffet and Regional Hospital". The floor is caked in mildew... littered with the crumbs of taco shells long forgotten... stained with the urine of those who were just too damn lazy to find the bathroom. The walls... covered with framed pictures of enchiladas, tosdadas, and bygone specials of the day. The smell is thick... Tainted beef. Rotten tomatoes. Moldy cheese. And the disgusting stench permeating from the operation room...]

Doc Taco: Ah, mucho better-o, senor U.S.A.! Hows do joo t’ink joo feeling?

U.S.A. : …

Doc Taco: Oh sheeet… he is dead, I’m t’inking. Maybe that last time I was being stuffing his mouth with chili peppers, to try and reccusitate him… maybe not such the good idea, ci?

U.S.A. : …

Doc Taco: Aw well. Hee’z parts should make good tacos! I am being out of good taco meat. Good thing he muchos, muchos fatso! Dees medical gig sure do make for mui beuno way to provide customers with spicy mexicano food! And toes.

[Suddenly, the door to the operation room bursts open, Pigeon storms in, and the Bird of Prey blasts the good doc with a bedpan, splitting him open, and spilling blood from his forehead. The doctor falls backward, ontop of the now deceased Uncle Sam Alabaster, as the examining bed slides backward.]

Pigeon: [screaming] TELL YOUR PATIENTS… TELL EVERY LAST FUCKIN’ CITIZEN… THE PIGEON IS HERE. AND HE’S NOT LEAVING UNTIL HE BUSTS DOWN THE DOORS OF THE HIERARCHY’S CASTLE, AND RIPS OUT THE THROAT OF THAT FUCKING BASTARD AXL! QUOTH THE PIGEON…

… Evermore.

[Doc Taco tries to sit up, but Pigeon picks up a needle filled with tranquilizer... and stabs the doctor in the forehead, close to the waterfall of cascading blood. Taco becomes woozy... before his eyes roll into the back of his skull, and he falls backward, sliding off of U.S.A., and to the hospital / resteraunt floor. Pigeon drops the needle to the floor, and smiles sickly...]

Pigeon: Welcome… to the Bio-Dome.

[Pigeon flaps his arms, leaving the building... with Doc Taco unconcious, but still with the message to his fellow citizens lodged in his mind.]

[Pigeon is coming for the Hierarchy.]

[And their time is Running on Empty.]

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Vicous Cycle.

July 27th, 2008

Pigeon

“Love is a vicous cycle.
Seeped in torment…
Washed in guilt…
Bleeding with pain…”

“With one fell swoop, a life is forever damaged.
With one fell swoop, a life can be healed.
With one fell swoop… it all begins…”

“Again.”

“I seek the pain… and embrace its touch.
For that which is cold… is rippling with warmth.
That which is dark… is the brightest light.
And that which is hurt-y… will forever bring love.”

“The end is only the beginning.
The spike’s point… the whips brush…
The chain’s lash… The toilet’s flush…
Will send you soaring higher…”

“… than heavens above.”

“Quoth the Pigeon…”

“… Here Comes the Pain.”

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What about you… WHAT ABOUT ME.

February 27th, 2008
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Pigeon

Pigeon: Death given by a blade…
Cutting sharply through the pain…
I feel this…
Though I take this, I am insane in the membrane.

Pigeon: Doth truth verily giveth me the four years which hath slain.
I know not what I do,
I see not what I can.
Insane…
Insane in the brain.

Pigeon: Destiny triumph again and again…
Not which is not, but that which has came…
Death still cut sharply… sharply through the pain.
Insane in the membrane…

iNsAnE iN tHe BrAiN…

Pigeon: When I lay on this bed, I look upward toward the light.
I feel the truth surge in…
Blinded by the night -
Beating in mine heart,
Stealing love away from anger.
Tasting it set upon mine tounge,
Lifting me away from danger.

Pigeon: Insane… going insane every day.
Insane… molding me from clay.
Insane… whether I leave or stay.
Insane… death is here today.
Insane… gone so far away.
Insane… Leaving my dismay…
Insane. I do doth wish to slay.
Insane… insane in the brain.

Pigeon: Where one door closes… another soon opens.
Where one window flutters shut… another flutters apart.
Where one glass tis emptied… another glass tis full.
Where one toilet is flushed… another shall be filled with crap.

Pigeon: Crumbling I am… for The End is near…
The foundation crumbles away… The End shall soon be here.
The End is near, mine friends… The End is close at hand.

Pigeon: The End is near…

I AM YOUR END.

Pigeon: Seperate the Truth from lies,
You’ll be left with such a surprise
That will lift you from the deadly demise…
Open your soul, and open your eyes.

Pigeon: So look into your heart, mine friend…
The End is near, I am yon end…
I am the demon which hath been sent…
I shall seek and destroy, again and again.

Pigeon: What about destiny… what about hope.
What about beliefs… what about truth.
What about my calling… what about yours.

Pigeon: What about you…

WHAT ABOUT ME… WHAT ABOUT PIGEON.

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I’m hardcore, look at my paycheck!

June 22nd, 2005

Pigeon

Star Date: Yesterday

As I was depositing my first puny BOB check that I received in the mail, somebody recognized me. It was some chick who had put a restraining order on me about a year ago. Small world. Now she’s a bank teller. Figures THAT’s how somebody would recognize me…

So Pigeon is back in BOB. All his legions of fans can rejoice. I have come to achieve my destiny in BOB. And that doesn’t mean I want some little dinky hardcore title or some belt with a bunch of gadgets sticking out of it, or even the bane of the wrestling world, the tag team titles. No, I want the ONLY WORLD TITLE THAT MATTERS. Does that mean I’ll have to go through the multiple layers of hell known as BOB? Sadly, yes. I’ll have to go through jabroneys like Kevin The Pyromaniac, douja, Sir Zeno, Atomo and all the other pieces of inferior garbage that inhabit this hellhole.

So if it is written by the bookers, so it shall come to pass.

What about me?

What about Pigeon?

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