11:11 disembowelment; Never anything 2 kill
Posted 10-02-2011 at 12:08 PM by ceb
Traffic seems to be rather quiet this evening. At 11:11 P.M. general details never escape my attention. The darkness swallows my eyes as the surreal landscape opens up before me. Amazing. This time I find myself upon a crimson colored ship, very simple with mast, and a wheel to steer oddly turned sideways. Even more so odd is that the ocean is not any ocean as in water, not even bones, but......headstones.
2:34 A.M. Why do I always feel the need to disembowel something when I wake up? Hmm, let's take a look and see what we have to kill tonight. Nothing in the fridge. Damn, the neighbors are out of town. Did anyone leave their pets alone outside? You know, it would just be easier if I would keep things on hand to kill. So much easier that way.
3:05 Nothing to kill and I've just decided to wait until I go to the grocery store. My oh my how I love the grocery store. So many lovely people. Some big, some small, some fat, some tall, oh how I would love to just kill them all. You know,......it could happen. I do try and think on the positive side of things.
4:20 What was that phrase, "And that clock strikes 4:20 and you wanna get high.......". Perhaps my progenitors were right about murder, sex, drugs, and death. Only so many ways to get high at one time. Some kids candy-flip, I just flick the death-light on for a bloody trip.
4:22 Shit. I was going to do something and now I can't remember. Fuck it. Oh(!), the grocery store and pick up a few items. The early murderous bird always gets the bloody-body worm.
2:34 A.M. Why do I always feel the need to disembowel something when I wake up? Hmm, let's take a look and see what we have to kill tonight. Nothing in the fridge. Damn, the neighbors are out of town. Did anyone leave their pets alone outside? You know, it would just be easier if I would keep things on hand to kill. So much easier that way.
3:05 Nothing to kill and I've just decided to wait until I go to the grocery store. My oh my how I love the grocery store. So many lovely people. Some big, some small, some fat, some tall, oh how I would love to just kill them all. You know,......it could happen. I do try and think on the positive side of things.
4:20 What was that phrase, "And that clock strikes 4:20 and you wanna get high.......". Perhaps my progenitors were right about murder, sex, drugs, and death. Only so many ways to get high at one time. Some kids candy-flip, I just flick the death-light on for a bloody trip.
4:22 Shit. I was going to do something and now I can't remember. Fuck it. Oh(!), the grocery store and pick up a few items. The early murderous bird always gets the bloody-body worm.
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