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.