self consuming hunger pangs

Haven't been here for quite some time now. Its a damn shame. Looking back, i realize, that the human head was never meant to look back, but just forward... and side to side. But i can walk backwards: unleashing the mother fucking moon walk...

"Fresh out of the oven cookies that make babies cry in the womb. That drive species of different biological functions to cease to exist only for that second. Cookies that demand Wilfred Brimley to rip apart his shirt screaming to the heavens "DIABEETUS!!" That demand more time than your petty marriages and social relationshiops... All i want are some goddamn cookies. and brains. the hunger beckons. the feast begins..."

Section 1: A forest of violet foilage, vanilla scented winds, and an emerald sky. A group of gnomes that tried to tie me down like Gulliver from his Travels. Spaghetti monster that picked me up like a hawk and tried to eat my brains. And a peppermint in my shirt pocket that kept mocking me. Fuck that peppermint. Pissing me off....

Part B: A zombie apocalypse. I hardly remember it now, though I had it etched in the back of my mind. I remember it starting off at a pizzeria, 2 different birthdays and i'm there to attend one. The other's birthday girl had some interesting books. As i approached her she was quick to reject me, but i still asked for the books. Bartering a trade; a few of my books to be able to have the chance to read her books as quickly as i can; I head to my house to retrieve the books. I must've gave her the wrong ones, but i quickly traded her and dug my nose into the books (I used to remember what they are but they aren't coming to my mind at the moment.) Then me and a friend go for a toke and a cruise, telling him about my weird day. Enjoying the scenery and the conversation until all of a sudden the town looks like it went to hell. I ask him to drop me off at my house, where i realize i DID trade the wrong books. I ask my parents to take me to go fix this greivous error. They oblige. Though my mother drives grandma slow... Suddenly this dark angel of death, literally, appears out of nowhere in front of us. We stop and are locked in a stare when it jumps on the van creating a dent that bulges further down with every hit till finally its inches away from my father's head, no matter how many times i yell for him to move out of the way, he turns around and merely says "huh?" then off with his head. I run out of the van and see my mother still driving grandma slow, driving away from me around the corner. I run after her but she's gone. Theyr'e all gone... I run back home for some odd reason. Though my home is changed (dreams are weird like that) I run to the backyard and unlock the door with a spare key. I look for my books, something that can help, and i find exactly what i need. As i prepare to leave my doppleganger is outside, waiting for me gun in hand, bullet speeding towards my head.

Third Movement: An interesting dream that involved a man eating staircase, a little depressed hamster engineer driving around in a hovering train, and myself in a darkened area. Not a room, but a void, a secret pocket dimension if you can imagine it, with darkness as far as the eye can see but there really is no limit to where you can go. We discussed many a things; incluidng mortal matters and family matters and why it was that the youngest, a judith winslow, only showed up for a few seasons only to disappear in the annals of time and space that is show business. Later on i read that she asked for more money so they just wrote her off. If i had known that sooner i'm pretty sure we would've talked about something Much more interesting.

Must remember to write my dreams on this blog. Well... at least the ones that I'm supposed to share.