The Beholder

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

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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.

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.

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.