Monday, September 15

My wisdom teeth are growing. Ima be wiser.

Violent Vomitations of the mind. Coming soon.

For now : damn magic 8 balls and their smartass-ed-ness. This is why I trust old gypsy ladies with my hands and my future.

Friday, September 5

looking for the means to a great end.

the dead can't remain dead, they always come back for more.


no matter how much i want to forget, something inside won't let it be.


minute by hour by day, time ticking away


and all that i want to say can't get off my chest.


anything to forget everything, but so far nothing comes to mind.


...oh crap, i made another mess. guess its clean up time.


Wednesday, April 16

Now you're cooking, Baby!


"You're a nobody till somebody loves you. You're nobody till somebody cares."

I don't know... something about those words.

"You may be king, you may possess the world and its gold but gold won't bring you happiness when you're growin' old."

They possess me.

"The world still is the same, you'll never change it as sure as the stars shine above..."

They make me look at things differently.

"You're nobody till somebody loves you. Find yourself somebody to love."

They make me... wanna cook something to eat cause I hunger. Was cooking to Metallica's No Leaf Clover... but it wasn't influencing me to cook anything good. So I switched playlists, put on some swing and well... swing's the thing. It gets me in the mood to manifest some sort of accursed edible concoction that my fingers seem to pull the strings from the rhythm to the vision that's in my head.

So I think of a few things i'd like to eat for breakfast:
1) An omellete. (Feh, its an omellette. No big whoop.)
2) Fluffy buttermilk pancakes with a side of hashbrowns with cheese and a sunny side up egg or two with a glass of Oj. (My god, might make that tommorrow.)
3) Scrambled eggs with chili, serve em up in tortillas, delicious tacos right there. simple and quick.
4) Heat up some carne asada and make some tacos. simpler. damn i'm lazy.
5) Heat up some beef stew that's also in the fridge. Good stuff. yeah i'm fucking lazy.
6) Scrambled or sunny side up eggs with 3 strips of bacon and some regular toast or...
7) French toast (on the side with #6 or just alone)

So went with #6 but I added more bacon strips seeing how little bacon there was in the first place. While cooking I felt so at ease than I normally do. Its not that I was hungry, it was the music. It was just so soothing than normal, probably just a nice change up.

Drown out the sizzle of the bacon with a little Witchcraft.
The beat itself takes me to a happier place, the lyrics to a happier time.
Ah, I'm just a sucker for a song about witchcraft and the allure of a beautiful female. Especially Those fingers in my hair, that sly 'come hither' stare that strips my conscience bare... its witch craft.

Sometimes you just gotta do that voo doo that you do in a kitchen... ooooooooooh...

Sunday, April 13

2 stones 1 bird

Never before had I seen something so beautiful, so mystifying, so mouthwatering, irresistable, gotta have it, 'i'll sell my kidneys for it!' good.

There in my kitchen, standing proudly and as tall as it can, was a cupcake.

In other news had a weird dream. Me and a friend going around town, i'm looking for puff, the magic dragon ;), and he's looking for... well i forgot but almost remember. We went inside the local grocery store, i'm just looking at people to see if i can find anyone who looks like they might have any and he ran off doing his thing. Afterwards we were about to leave but we had to return something to an old lady who happened to live right next door to the store, there happens to be apt housing there. We knocked and rang a bell but the old lady wouldn't come out, so we left and outside we were greeted by a beautiful young girl, her granddaughter. She went in, we waited a min and went in afterwards. Then she yells "YOU SCARED ME!!!" and the walls started melting while her grandmother slowly stepped on her way down the stairs.

Then i woke up - or so I thought. I went to the bathroom and my mom told me "You want some weed, huh?" I looked at her and said "The hell you talking about you crazy bitch." I was half asleep mind you. "You kept yellin in your dreams that you miss weed and ou want weed and you're trying to find some weed." and i said "oh, so I was." then I went to the bathroom and looked in themirror and said "I need to sleep with music again, huh?" then my mirror image nodded. I was surprised and it grabbed me by the head and slammed my face into the mirror many times. It popped out of the mirror and stood on me with an evil smirk and i just looked at it and said "heh, got any weed?" then i woke up.

Shook my head, said "Damn, I really do want some weed. Oh, well." gave the stuff up. Then off to my next dream I went (in time). I was in an old boarding house. A long hallway down with rooms left and right; at the end of the hall was a small kitchen with a big back door. Suddenly the front door opened and a familiar woman ran through and inside a room. I looked outside and there was creatures charging toward me. Immediately slamming the door, one little bastard snuck in still . Some puny goblin carrying  a big club. It quickly leaped swinging for my head, before I knew it i was on the floor dead. I merely blinked and was teleported to a horrid place. The air was too thick to breathe, the gravity was intense, and I heard so many people talking. I was in the middle, staring death in the face. Creatures crawled over, attempting to devour me, but only shriveled up and died when they bit down. Death looked at me, touched my shoulder and pushed me back. I plummeted back in the real world with the goblin stuck mid-swing. Suddenly a shadow intervened tackling the goblin! It was devouring him and once it was done steam began to rise from its body. It was like a doll with metallic wings attached, a purple aura surrounded it and arose off it like a mist. I reached out to pet it and said "You're gonna stick with me till I can figure out what is going on."

I knocked on the door the girl went in. Told the creature not to attack anyone unless they attack me. It nodded and gurgled in agreement, hangin off my left shoulder. The door slowly opened up and a familiar voice said "is it gone?" I nodded. She opened the door, it was a friend of mine. She stood there scared with a book held high ready to crash down on my skull. I said relax, reaching out to touch her then she screamed and swatted my hand away. "ITS ON YOU!" she said and i just laughed, "this is my pet, he came from the uhh... Netherlands " she looked at me like I had gone mad. "He won't hurt you, he's cool. Right little, uhh... what's your name?" It gurgled. "right. I dunno, name him, ...." i told her. She opened her mouth to be interrupted by screaming. I looked outside and saw people running towards the front door. In the orange skies was a griffin and on land were some more mini-goblins behind them. A person was snatched away by the griffin only to be dropped a few seconds later. Another person remain mystified by this and was fell by the goblins, everyone else ran towards the door. I stood outside with the door wide open so I won't get in the way. Everyone ran in and I looked at the creatures. I just rose up my hand and a wave of colors just spread across them. All of them fell stunned to the ground. I don't know how but I got a knife and slit their throats and stuff, while my miniature pet (or puppet) devoured the griffin. As I was doing this the nice people closed the door on me. I went back to the building and pounded on the door. "..... Let me in!" I could hear them arguing whether they should or not, when suddenly the door opened, and my friend greeted me with a warm smile. I went in and suddenly the back door pounded and broke the sound barrier. Then it began to break in pieces and little hands were trying to grab out to something. I opened a door and looked inside, "everyone, in here quickly." I could hear their wicked laughter as the sound of the door breaking echoed down the hallway. I looked at the creatures who stopped at the doorway and looked at me. I rose one hand, they ran towards me. A small orb that created a tremendous torrent around it shot out of my hand and at them. It sucked them in like a tornado and flew out the broken door. I opened the door and told em, "I think they're gone, I need two people to get that door to replace the back door. The rest of you rest up." I stood guard as they unhinged the door then replaced the back door.

It was night, everyone was asleep cept me, my pet, and two others standing guard in the hallway. I was in the kitchen asking my doll questions.

"Why did you come with me?" It shrugged its shoulders.
"Do you need to eat?" It shook its head.
"Do you need sleep?" Again, it shook its head.
"Where do these creatures come from?" It flapped its arms and wings.
"Are they from this plane of existence or another?" It hung its head down and slowly looked to the left and rose its arm.
"Are they from your plane of existence-" It shook its head.
"Another then?" It nodded.
"Ours?" It shook its head.
"Did you come to help me?" It shrugged.
"Did you come to destroy these creatures then?" It hung its head, looked up at me and nodded.
"You're not to sure about things either, huh?" It nodded.
"So you want to get rid of these creatures-" It nodded.
"What about me and my strange powers." It hung its head and shrugged.
"Will there be others like me?" It shrugged.
"Are there others like me?" It nodded.
"Do you need to destroy them?" It nodded.
"So you need to destroy me eventually." It was about to nod, then stopped, and shrugged.
"You like me, don't you little one." It nodded.
"Well tell ya what, you help me and i'll help you and after everything is done we'll just live out life till death comes for the both of us again." It tilted its head at me and shrugged.

I was about to turn in then I looked at it, "Are the 'others' like me, is at least one of them in this building." It shrugged then it seemed to think, then nodded lightly and shrugged again.
"Right... thanks for the tip, come, I gotta sleep, do me a favor and stay by me. If something happens you wake me up." It nodded.

Next day arose, the door was open but there was two people missing and my doll. I was curious and looked around, everyone was there. My friend was next to me and another friend of mine was sleeping on a chair. He looked to be badly injured, can't believe I didn't notice it before. I looked outside, doors were closed, no sign of a fight or anything. I closed the door behind me and proceeded to look in the other rooms. Nothing... I looked up and down the hallways. Looked int he kitchen and checked for food, saw a sandwich and ate it. Then went back down the hallway when all of a sudden an owl like impish creature came out and flew at me. It screeched and i Grabbed its arms trying to hold it as far away from me as I can, suddenly a woman appeared and grabbed the imp and said "Finish it off!" I grabbed my knife and stabbed it in its head, trying to cut to its brain. It was difficult, only so much of the blade went in with the initial stab and every push forward was difficult (thin blade). Then i wedged it loose and decapitated it since it seemed less thicker than its head. I thanked the woman and she just was glad she woke up to cook. She headed to the kitchen and I decided to check on everyone else. People woke up from the screeching. I told them that two were missing and so was my doll, no one knew anything. So i said, "do whatever you want, I gotta try to figure out some things." It was just about to turn morning and I looked out from the window on the door and saw a woman walking her baby on her dogs back. It was weird, it was a saddle like contraption with handle bars to control the dog. I was just wondering why no creatures were attacking her. I could clearly see a few stalking her but they wouldn't strike. I was so confused. I thought and thought. Then I looked in my friends room, she and a few other girls were watching tv. She seemed distant from them and guessing she didn't want to be there. On t.v. there was a kid poking a lion and the lion was just backing down every time it was poked. I looked at her and said "You bored?" she nodded "What you wanna do?" "I wanna go to a restaurant down the street but... well the creatures." "Hell they might be open, i'll walk you down the street." The rest of the people over heard and also wanted to go. I just smiled and walked out after that. I was thinking why would I say such a stupid thing, well I guess there might be some treasures or something interesting. Then my doll popped out of the ceiling and flew right in front of me. "Where've you been?" It just landed on my shoulder and rested there. I went to the kitchen to find my friend stuffing his face with food. It seemed like a buffet. I yelled down the hall, "food's done!" Everyone came in and we all started eating, they were having a conversation but in my head I kept thinking what the hell is this world coming to.

And just as I was about to take a bite out of a slice of pizza I woke up biting my hand. Almost took a good chunk out of myself too. Well, I hunger. Adios kiddos.

Friday, April 4

A New Opponent Has Appeared!

Laxatives!

Versus
"Oh, bother"

Saturday, March 29

Pat Frickin' Morita

There's only one thing I learned from sesame street, and that's how to change the channel.

Which actually can come to some use if you're viewing a tv. But what happens when they're in front of you. Mouth flapping unnaturally up and down. Waddling towards you. Hand slowly closing in...

Do you have lightning fast reflexes? Will you have enough time to react? Will they savagely beat you into unconsciousness or just go ahead and kill you? ...There's only one thing I learned from Mr. Miyagi. No one... touches my cookies.

well... that and how to trim a pretty mean bonsai tree. so watch out cookie bish. i'll cut you up something pretty.


Thursday, March 27

Drawing A Blank

Had a weird dream last night. Me and a friend were in an art class finger painting as the teacher was out for a cig. She was laughing and i asked her what was funny, she poked my nose with her finger painting finger and laughed even more. She kept laughing then went somewhere out of the class. I said I'd wait here for her. There weren't that many kids and we were all doing something different. After finger painting i picked up a pencil and started doing stick figures. I grew into my preadolescence. Then i started drawing stick figures in a comic form, i grew into an adolescent now.

In a room with children, drawing stick figures dying of spontaneous combustion and other fun ways to die. Before my eyes the people I drew were growing more realistic. I kept using the same paper, now etched with eraser marks and a few tears here and there. I began drawing a woman, beautiful long black hair and eyes that would pierce you as if you been shanked by a burly bitch named Bubba.

She looked oddly familiar, i just couldn't put my finger on it. Her lips were peach, her smile nice with a hint of viciousness, and her skin seemed velvet to the touch... or as soft as paper gets. Before I knew it I was a child again and my painting grew life. She walked outside and snapped the teachers neck. "come on." she said, I was the only one around to witness this. Then suddenly a creature flew from above the building. I hid, it saw her and bound her with tentacles. Slowly pulled her up to the sky and ate her, or merged her entity into his. Then flew away. There was many of these creatures in the sky. My head hurt a bit after seeing this for some odd reason, but I wanted to find out why she wanted me to leave. I began my journey to the main office.

As I jumped from plant to plant, behind one ladies dress to another, slipping in room to room, I closed in on the main office. There was a little anorexic girl that i once knew (of) when I was in the 2nd or 3rd grade. Her ribs were penetrating through her light blue dress. She was wheezing for air and had a sad look on her eyes. Then she mouthed the words "run" i believe. A creature was walking down the hallways. I hid behind the door to the office as this behemoth blew mist out of its nose when it breathed. I dubbed her Big Bertha. She squeezed into the office and sat down doing paperwork. I didn't know what to do, just stood behind the door looking in at this thing. I ran and sat beside my anorexic friend asking her if she's alright. She whispered yes. I asked what that creature was. She started gasping more rapidly then she fell off the seat. I looked down and it was as if i was looking down from a building, her body hit the floor, turned to dust, and slowly was swept away by a draft. It seemed suicidal to just fall off the bench. My head hurt a bit more now.

I heard a thump, then I saw the beast slowly walk toward me. She screeched and her mouth opened up 4 ways, almost like the predator. she had two tongues that slapped against my face and body, feeling me out or trying a taste. I grabbed on a tongue and jumped in her mouth. I attempted to lodge myself in her throat. It was working for a few but a tongue reached back and punched me down. Further and further being pummeled into the belly of the beast, nothing was gonna stop me. I was gonna make sure she was dead. Then I felt heat on my back, I looked down and I saw factories. Tall smoke stalks that were actually blowing out flames like the exhaust off a hot rod. It was like looking down on a town from way high up the sky. I tried to grip on, I could feel her getting weaker. Then her throat disappeared and I began to fall. I tried to fly, for a few seconds tried to grow wings, tried to flap my arms. The ground coming closer and closer.

As I fell I punched the ground and if you've ever seen someone walk on the plastic covering a pool, the ground was swallowed down on that one spot. I couldn't get back up though and was slowly suffocating. I didn't realize I was also continuing falling through. Afterwards I don't know what happened. I wound up on a ship, people ripping the net off me. Then they offered me some sushi with wasabi. I ate like there was no tomorrow and thanked them. They didn't understand, they didn't even look human. I don't know why but I saw them as human before but now they were just... different. All I remember was they seemed human then turned to shadow humanoids. Gritting my teeth and laughing and crying at the same time. On my knees, head resting against the floor. I slowly went out of my mind with a vision of my friend, she was older, still laughing, poked me on the nose and said follow me. I tried to follow her, I think that was the reason I had really ran out of that room. I can't say for sure, it was a pretty fucked up dream.

Dunno why but when I try to think back on how they all look, only the Cthulhu comes to mind.

Tuesday, March 25

Its 10 O'Clock. Do you know where your pants are at?

True Story. But Never happened to me. Or anyone I know. Might happen one day. -shrugs-

Ever wake up on those cold lonely mornings snuggly wrapped in a blanket not wanting to move a muscle? Laying there eyes barely open and moaning or groaning when you realize that you do have to wake up. Then as you slowly pull off the sheets you feel the cold breathe of death slowly chill you to the bones.

You shake it off and head to the bathroom, whip it out or sit down, whichever you prefer, then release natures fury into the tiny white bowl that only wanted to become an accountant but instead was stuck with that shit job. You may or may not flush the urine or fecal matter, but you know you need a shower to really wake you up.

So you head into the shower, clothes on or off, again preferences, and begin your mental training. You may do yoga or martial arts to prepare your body for the torrent of hot or cold water that is about to touch your skin. Well again you may or may not, personally I just turn on the son of a bitch and start singing the Immigration Song. Anyways you're done showering and slowly walk around your house and you realize, this isn't my house. Where the fuck am I?

Then you see an old man and woman having pancakes in the dining room/kitchen. They stare at you as they're feeding each other bits and pieces of pancakes covered in blueberry syrup with little pieces of strawberry and banana here and there. You think to yourself "what happened last night and why is my butt suddenly sore." They ask who you are. You respond 'dunno' then they notice that you're wearing one of their robes. Then they look at each other and one responds "See! This is why I said we should stop doing X. It fucks us up!" Or your weapon of choice. Then you sit down, smile, and ask "Anymore pancakes for me?" You open your mouth wide while they feed you a fork full of love. And Pesticides.

Little side note. Dipping your Testicles in Pesticide would make them Pesticles. or Testicides. Pestes? Just... never do it no matter how interesting it seems.

Tuesday, February 12

The Beholder


Whenever you look at the abyss, smile, cause its always smiling back.

-
Had a dream. I was watching jaws as a child, bothering people in a theater. Then I went to the bathroom and I saw a man being tortured to give some information or  he was eager to torture himself but needed help. It was rather bothersome cause I needed peace and quiet to concentrate and focus on the task at hand... or as i like to call it digestive duties. Somewhat annoying really, then a woman pops her head under the stall and I yell at her, "Hey, What the fuck? A little privacy eh?" She offered me a cig but I refused. Apparently all I was doing was sitting with my pants down so I got up and changed clothes *for some odd reason). Went out of the stall to see this guy dip his hand into a steaming hot bowl of chili. I shook my head and said "What a waste of food." Walked out wearing a tux and went back to the movie. Ended up being an Armageddon type story. Demons as tall as skyscrapers walking the earth and the U.S. army attempting to fight back and a few people here and there. Guerrilla forces emerged from coast to coast and were spreading to the east. I saw myself on one of the demons attached to its heart. Apparently I was giving it life, i fought to get out, took me a while and i did and the felled this creature. I was a mess with chunks of flesh missing, walking out from underneath the rubble. Attempted to climb another creature to free another victim. I saw who it was, someone important, tried frantically to save her but slipped and fell.

Woke up with a headache. The abyss disappeared from my sight, i blinked.

Monday, February 4

Lemonade

Refreshing, rehydrating, realize the reactions you get from the sweetly sour succulent sauce. Almost an orgasm in the mouth, if made correctly, though personally I do need to change shorts after a cup or 25, does it count that I have my hands down my pants. Sometimes I have both feet up there too. Nothing says kinky than feet. Though If you're feet start talking I'd go see a psychiatrist or a podiatrist. Personally I went to go see a shaman. After hitting the peace pipe... well actually that's around the time my feet started talking to me. I talk back but they never say anything. But the motherfuckers took my lemonade and that's when I decided its time to put my fucking foot down. I got a shotgun, sawed it in half, and beat the fuck out of my feet. Told them never to try that again. No one touches my lemonade, but they can feel free to touch me.

To kill time or a 3rd world country leader, lemonade is the ultimate beverage in my opinion. Nothing beats sipping freshly squeezed lemonade during a civil war re-enactment.

Oh, and around the corner fudge is made.

Friday, February 1

Time To Play

Meh, another dream. This one kinda weird, i was in high school in the band practicing a routine. I never had the school spirit so It was just repeat of times gone. It made me think and say, "God I'm bored of this crap already." People bitching at me for not being in line, forgetting my place, unenthusiastic, letting my mind wander the cosmos. Every time I messed up everyone had to redo the whole goddamn thing. People were getting pissed at me, pushing me around. I was just in my classic "I don't give a fuck" mood. When something inside me was just slowly coming to rise. My heart was beating and my blood pumping to my fists. I told people "Stay out of my way or I'll fucking kill you." No one listened and apparently I just gave up on life and hope. I did what I was told and then called it a day. A part of me wish I just beat the shit out of people, layed down on a bench and watched the sky pass but I just gave in.

There was a part in that dream where I was alone for a few minutes searching for my instrument, a trombone, and I enjoyed the silence more over the people moaning and bitching. I even stayed there for a few till someone found me. "There he is! I found him!" Oh... you're a little snitchy bitch aren't you? Eh, violence is not the answer, but sometimes it fucking helps.

Woke up and my heart is pounding. Maybe its getting better. I need to change my ways. I know that today, in more ways than one. Fuck memories.

Thursday, January 31

Scum of the Earth

What happened to all my nice dreams where I conquer the world or die horribly at someone's hands. Anyways here's what I remember. I need some music, start me off maestro. *monkey grinder and the dancing monkey*

-reserved-

I found this rather interesting. After I woke up I blew my nose once and my nosed commensed operation piss you off. It started bleeding like possessed sink. So much so that even tilting my head up was rerouting the blood to my throat and mouth. It calmed down a few min before writing this piece of shit. I have no idea why I had a nose bleed. Maybe its cause It was so friggin cold last night and I refused to use blankets. Or that it was cold, i woke up and put on the heater, the temp just weren't good for my nose. If i picked my nose i'd understand why i bled so friggin much but... I don't. I used to have someone else to do that for me, but I sold the monkey to the monkey grinder. Watch him dance. *claps*

Wednesday, January 16

Soul, Mind, and Anybody.

They say that a human has 5-10 dreams a night that usually last 30 - 90 minutes while others have said 300 dreams that last 3.5 seconds. But the last two hours of sleep are usually filled with dreams that you'll remember. I wonder what dreams truly are. A window to another world, a release valve for the soul and mind, or just weird little thoughts from the day that we collect here and there.

I've also heard that the soul weighs 21 grams. Hah, the weird things you hear from dreams, though got bored and randomly searched blogspot. My first find was this little gem. Or more importantly, randomly searching found this. Ahhh... Life's little wonders are the only reason I go on.

It was 6:00 am. Someone lay sleeping next to me. I reached out, grabbed her hand, and fell asleep almost immediately. Woke up at noon and saw her lying there, wrapped in a blanket burrito-style, asleep still. I reached out but knocked something over. She woke up frightened, guess that frightened me cause I let out a high pitched scream. Then I lay there watching her, waiting for her to wake up. Then I really woke up. Looked around, searched for a bit. Then kinda knocked back into reality, a bit hungry, also freezing cold.

21 grams... doesn't sound like much to lose. Bet it is though.
I wonder what other dreams I had last night...

Tuesday, January 8

The Memory Remains

You win some you lose some.

Sadly I can't remember all of last night's dream. I had a killer headache and lay down to rest. For the past couple of days I've woken up to the sensation of someone sifting their hands through my hair.

There was a beautiful girl humming a tune. She kept her eyes close and her long black hair gently swayed, unrestricted by gravity, as an image of an universe shined in her hair. Sometimes her hair would create miniature hands as they fell on my head. She would sing a beautiful song filled with a calming sorrow. It sent shivers down my spine that would spike back up. I think I started to hum along too. If only I could remember the word's she sang. Probably just subconsciously threw in a tune from the radio or something, though would've been nice to know if it was genuine.

Its been both nice and disappointing. Though it would've been interesting to have some mysterious beauty to have done that while i slept and disappear under the dark veil of night. Chances are it could've been cockroaches or the migraine. Probably cockroaches.


The heart beats in its cage.

Friday, January 4

Danse Macabre

Sometimes things aren't as they seem.
Sometimes things are better left alone.
And sometimes... shit happens.

An old shop hidden in the noise and the mess of the big city, windows being wiped clean by the owner. Down the street a woman walks mumbling to herself about her day. Suddenly she stops at this store, in the window an old wedding dress, elegantly put, shoulders removed but sleeves intact. Long and flowing, pearl white and almost glowing in the window. "My, oh my." She stood mesmerized by the dress. "If only..." She said placing her hand on her chin thinking.

"Pardon me." A squirrelly, big-nosed man says tugging against the coat of the woman window shopping. She turns around, looks down, beams a smile and says "Yes? What is it kind, sir?"
"I don't mean to be a bother, but I'm wondering, If you would be so kind could you please move out of the way. You're blocking my view."
"Umm... Sure I don't see why not."
"Thank you." He said with a smile, missing a few teeth, turning around to sit down on a bench. He opens a steel black box and slowly with his shaking hand takes out a napkin.

She steps aside and examines his procedure. Napkin on lap, pulling out a sandwich cut diagonally in half and a thermos. He sits there, staring at the dress she was staring at with a smile slapped on his face, almost glued on him like a mask. She stands there, confused, in her long black slacks and fur coat wrapped around her like a blanket. She walks up to him, flicking her blonde hair out of her face, approaching the old man. "Pardon me." she squeaks out. He's entranced with the dress, smiling, off in his own little world.

"Pardon me." she says again. She turns her head to the dress wondering what could possibly be so bewitching. "What are you looking at?" asking, still confused by his surprisingly happy expression. In the corner of her eye she notices a strange flash of an image. A reflection, or possibly her mind playing tricks, she could've sworn she saw a woman dancing in the dress.
"Can you see her?" he says staring at her, eyes meet, a shiver down her spine. "Who was that?" "I don't know, she's beautiful. Everyday I'm here and she's there dancing for me." She stares at the dress to try to catch another glimpse. "I wonder who she is." the man says taking a bite of his sandwich.

Soon sound went away, all that was left was her and the dress. The window disappeared, the trees and the sun were pulled away from the world as time slowed to a halt. Her heart beat slower and her breathe became visible, the world turned darker but the dress radiated a light that the darkness couldn't swallow. Hypnotized she walked into the store, the man continued to stare and eat the sandwich.

Suddenly the owner pulled the dress out of the window. The man stopped eating, freezing his throat, food refusing to be swallowed as if stunned by what had just been happened. He spit out his food and began his way to the door. His hand reached out for the handle as the girl neared the door with a big brown bag on her right arm. The door didn't serve as much of a barrier, they stood, dead-locked and waiting for the other to make a move.

"How could you?" He said. His lips were moving but sound had still not returned. "Didn't you hear her scream? Begging you not to..." She opened the door and walked down the sidewalk, blond hair blowing in the breeze, not a care in the world. Or not a world to be cared for...

"Ow..." she said, shaking her head, feeling half dead. She got up from her bed slowly, her legs aching from an unknown pain and her back just strong enough to hold her up. Wobbling to the mirror to see what had happened. "Wha-What?" she said as she stared in the mirror expecting to see herself but instead she wasn't who she remembered she was. In the mirror stood a black haired woman in her mid 20's naked as the day she was born. Her arms clenched in fists on her side and eyes stern filled with a malice that would make a man stop in his tracks. She put her hand on the mirror and a hand on her face, wiping it down to see if it was her. Her mirror reflected her movements, she grabbed her hair to see if it was still blonde. "What's going on?" She wondered letting her hair fall back into place. She stepped away from the mirror and frantically tore the dress off. Shreds of ripped dress floated to the floor like snowflakes. The phantasma angrily pounded the mirror, imprisoned and demanding freedom. Wanting to scream but only managed out a shudder she stepped back slowly.

The phantasma screamed into the mirror forming ripples that distorted the reflection. She turned around and covered her ears and screamed so hard the mirror formed a crack. Tears flowed out of her like bullets. She paused for a second to catch her breathe. *creak* Footsteps slowly hitting the floor like war drums in her ears. She opened her eyes to see a small figure coming from the window approaching her slowly. The old man she had met in front of the store, fists shaking and knife in hand, now standing in front of her just waiting. The world slowly began to fade away, sweet ballroom music flowing through her ears and hair as if she were in a stream, water gently caressing as it passes by her skin.

She was gone from the pain she had felt, almost as if it was just a bad dream. Drip. The sensation of ripples tugging at her like a child pulling on the mother's dress. Drip. She opens her eyes and sees the woman in the mirror, wearing the dress she had just tore off. She was hovering and dancing, sobbing but with no sound. When she spun her tears would fly off her cheeks and hit the ground. In the ripples she could see faint images of her room. She attempted to get up but fell on her knees.

The phantasma approached her and softly put her hand on her cheek. She raised her eyes to see how beautiful she was but was surprised to see her wearing a mask. No mouth and crescent eye slits like the night before a new moon. Tears poured out from the slits and dripped down her chin. In the sweetest voice, with a faint aroma of a rose, she said "Now you're mine." The phantasma took off her mask and kissed her on her forehead. Her kiss was like ice making her gasp, eyes opened to the world for one last second as the old man plunged the knife in between her eyes. She fell to the floor like a doll tossed aside.

Weeks had passed since then. The old man sat on a bench in the park eating his sandwich, cut in half, napkin tucked in his shirt and a Nestea next to his leg. He had "The Daily Sentinel" in his hands. Turned the page and saw a picture. "Hmm..." he said with a mouthful of sandwich. In small bold letters it said "Woman Killed In Apt. Death Unsolved." The police had left a statement, "Becky Whitman was killed by an unknown assailant. Investigation still underway. Killer will be found. Material evidence missing." He paused for a second and began to swallow his food. Two joggers passed by, women in their late 20's or early 30's. "I found the cutest dress for my wedding at this old antique shop." One of them said. He raised his eyebrow at these words. "It was just on display and called out to me. I just had to get it." "Really? You have to show me!"
They disappeared over the corner. He put his meal away in his little black steel box, paper under his arm, and wiped his mouth with his napkin. He took a step toward their direction, but then just turned his head and saw a little girl in a white dress with blonde hair, dancing. With a heavy sigh he turned away and walked in the other direction.

Thursday, January 3

Scream if you want it. Cause I want more.

A little kiss on the nose. I open my eyes but can't see anything.
A little nibble on the ear. I turn my head. Half of my face is submerged in water.

"Where am I..."

An overwhelmingly warm feeling washes on me. Slowly sound returns to me as I hear water lapping against my skin. Blinking frantically to try to see where I am, body laying motionless against the currents of time and space. Floating heavenly and weak as a new born, bouncing rhythmically to my own heart beat.

Breathing in a warm, milky like substance. This air is strange, nothing like I've ever seen or anything like i would imagine. Slowly smoke appears in front of me. Eyes unfocused but just enough to see smoke slowly hovering above the water, dimly lit, faint rays of light breaking through the smoke illuminating the area. Breathe in a bit deeper, reminds me of smoking; inhale, exhale. Not certain if its the smoke but I'm light headed, feeling relaxed and calm floating along rhythmically bouncing, not a care in the world.


Something rubs passed my back. Sends a shiver down my spine.
Someone grabs my shoulders, massaging them softly as I float on.

My eyes focus passed the smoke, the walls are bumpy, ceiling has stalactites. I'm inside a cavernous lake or river. These hands are nice and warm, my body reacting in such away just from the touch that it makes me want to shout in pain and joy. Though I'm so weak I can hardly breathe anymore.

Another set of hands pop out, hugging my waist, kisses against my back.
And yet another set of hands pop out, massaging my scalp, running their fingers through my hair.

I begin to feel weighted in my chest. Sinking slowly into the cool waters, gasping for one last breathe of smoke, holding it as the hands slowly take me down below. The surface of the water distorts the stalactites, one of them falls through, slowly passing along side us. I turn to watch it sink and notice rays of light flash out from under, hitting along the walls leaving a glow for a few seconds then fade to black. "Wow, that's nice..." I think to myself,

I start convulsing, I can't take it any longer. I exhale, air bubbles escaping for freedom as I try to shake away to escape with them. Its useless, too weak. Further down I go, without air, no hope, no mercy. Water begins to flood the lungs, its an extraordinary feeling, the coolness washing away the warmth, the fear. Inhaling even more, to the point of bursting. Exhale, crimson water jets out of my mouth, spilling forth, stretching out as if it had tentacles, spreading and fading into the waters. Inhale; Wait... I can breathe. I'm still alive. Still being dragged deeper down, getting brighter and brighter with each passing breathe.

*Boom* The sound echoes in the waters and in my ears as I'm slammed down against a smooth surface. I finally get to see my captors even though it is partly hard as their fronts are heavily shadowed, but from what I could see, I was in heaven. To my left an interesting sight. A dark haired beauty, what seems like green eyes, and a huge scar on her right breast. To my right is something that can only be described by the sound of a moan. At least to me. Green haired vixen, light hitting her face just enough so there's a shine when she smiles. Luscious lips and I can't decide if her eyes are green or light blue, maybe the light is making it shift colors. She widens her smile, its warm and so inviting. I can't help but notice her right breast has an identical scar as to my lovely captor to my left.

Suddenly my head is jerked, I'm facing up as my 3rd captor embraces me for a kiss. Her nose rubs against my lips, her amulet weighs heavy on my heart. Red hair slowly flows passed my cheeks, rubbing gently against my skin like silk. Her lips are warm, like embers pressed against me under the calm, cool waters. Almost euphoric, I close my eyes to kiss her back.

She begins to float away. I attempt to lift my hands to hold her down but I'm just too weak even for that. She pulls my lips with her till she finishes the kiss with a bite. A bit of blood leaks out of the cut. She licks her lips as my glorious green-haired captor licks up the blood from my lips. I turn my head to the right to meet her, but get cut off as my head is jerked to the left and the deliciously dark-haired captor has a lick of my blood as well. They each put a hand on my body. green on my stomach, dark just under my rib cage, red on my heart. They dig their claws into my skin, I moan out in pain, they drag their hands against my skin. Water amplifies the sound of skin being torn, a warmness sweeps over me, blanketed by a coolness. The water suddenly turns darker.

I see them lean inward, their faces buried in the crimson fog. Their breasts barely visible, each with that same scar across their right breasts. The blood slowly disappearing, the water clearing up. Their heads picked up, blood being sucked into their nostrils. They exhale with a delightful sigh. "Ah..." It echoes in my ears. They lick the wounds, a little nibble here and there, just laying there wanting to fight back but unable to lift a finger. Slowly I begin to feel something stir within, I can feel it pumping through my veins. I raise my arms slowly, I put my left hand on top of the red haired vixens head as she buries her face on my heart. My right slowly slides against the emerald enchantresses neck. Sifting through her hair as she takes a mighty bite out of my stomach.

I've never felt so relaxed oddly enough, not afraid one bit, but not exactly enjoying my last moments spent. My body tremors, they pause a second possibly wondering what that was. An anger, boiling deep inside my heart, muscles contract again. They pause for another second, an opening, my chance. I pull their hair, forcing their heads back, I hear a screech of pain from both of them as I use them to help lift myself up on my feet. Determined not to let their meal escape the dark haired beauty digs her teeth on my side. I grab her face and dig my hands in her eyes, she shrieks and I push her off. I kick myself off the table and start kicking and swimming away. Almost immediately I'm grabbed by my legs, held in their mouths slowly being dragged back down. In the back of my eye, I notice the dark haired beauty in agony. Grasping her face and wriggling in pain. I lower myself and grab their faces, digging my thumb into each of their eyes. They scream in pain, scratching madly at my arms attempting to loosen the grip. They lose their hold on me and I kick their faces and swim away.

Swimming as fast as I can, I don't wanna die yet. Not like that.
Kicking and flailing, anything to get me up. Slowly starting to feel weak again. Maybe I've lost too much blood or I've lost the burst of energy. My arms stop moving, my legs slowly refuse to work. Slowly turning, looking down, seeing them gain their composure. They let out a blood curdling shriek, a war cry that ripples and shakes the water around. I notice more women appearing from holes in the walls. Walking against the floor and picking up their injured comrades. A sisterhood of mermaids.

They all raise their heads in unison and let out the same war cry. The water changes, it boils and burns. Suddenly a black shadow shoots up at me, striking me, making me spin. I clench my eyes and grit my teeth as I spin. A huge pain collecting on my left side, growing with every second. Then I see another shadow shoot up, spinning again, pain on my right side. Almost immediately after I'm hit again on my left making me stop, whiplash freezing my blood. Then one after another, like needles on my body being thrown from every which way. My body giving up, breaking apart, being bombarding by consecutive blows. Blood clouding the area, all i see is darkness, feeling myself spin left and right. I close my eyes and let myself fade away.

They are mermaids, I'd assume, though not your usual half fish half human breed. They were humanoid but able to breathe underwater, with cannibalistic features, maybe even a different organ and bone structure. It was one of my better dreams. Except the whole dying part. Other than that it was quite enjoyable.

Now I need a drink, a smoke, and some fucking heavy metal.

Sweet nightmares, kiddos.