Friday, December 18, 2009

That Old, Wet Window

The window is old as far as I know. As far as I can see, I can't see out of it. Whether it has damage from all the years that I wouldn't know it has been through or if it just has stains from the cold despair that we give off in the winter, I couldn't tell. It's not my window. If it were my window, I would know it front and back.

Get me far away from this window. Those aren't my shards. You'll see. No, I mean you actually will see. The fact that this window will break, shatter, or something. This fogged up window, that isn't fogged up from some kids throwin' up their yogurt because they're freaked out when they hit the fruit at the bottom.

It hates me so bad, it's funny. My point is that, I'm just a little disgusted. It was the first thing I saw this morning. Must mean I don't have a clear outlook on my current situation. If it were my window, I'd be staring out of it before I went to bed. This window, is clearly marked by the fumes of what is honestly death. Sounds a little abrupt and expected but I'd be lying for the sake of entertainment. But hell, it is the notification of the 4th wall telling you that this window was there when they were not there any longer.

Wrong direction, but it ain't my window. Clearly the only way to see it. I don't want to be another one to stain it. That's a disgusting window.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Just imagine..

"You have no choice in the matter even though it is YOUR life. Regardless, I need to kill you, and i'm going to have to. I'm doing it for me, so it's okay. Oh and don't scream while i'm doing it. That just annoys me, and it's such an inconvenience. You should be thankful i'm giving you a first class trip to Hellven (because no one really knows for sure until it happens). So yeah, just give me like an hour to sharpen my favorite knife I use for throat slitting and I will zip on by there... alright... alright... well-.... oh you're gonna be taking a shower?... oh okay, well-... yeah, well make it 2 hours then, that will give me time to practice my murderer faces (and sounds). You want it to be long or short?.... No, I'll let you decide, that really doesn't effect the final product... No, don't tell your son, then I'll have to kill him and I was saving him and your mother for after you died so that he could watch the last living relative he had pass away before his eyes and meet his own demise shortly after... no don't worry... It-.... It will be cruel, I promise... O-.... Haha, you're watching Spongebob? Cool. Anyways, okay. I will see you tonight in a couple of hours and we will get this thing done.... Allllright... Sounds like a plan, seeya then... You too, love ya. Bye."

That was pleasant.



Saturday, December 5, 2009

when can I be couse?

don't you know that the reason for the season is pleasin? the bloodshed needs to happen very soon, because I don't think I wanna stay here without some red all over me. I'm going to get to hackin' away at people. If it were still halloween people would understand, but i'm really just trying to keep this blog's head above water because obviously other people have forgotten about it. I"m just going to murder.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009


I don't have a need for ambient thoughts anymore, because i'm thinking so clearly, so dearly, so nearly sociopathic now. Maybe I shouldn't be bothered by the noises, because they're so loud and constant, that they lose meaning and go ignored after a while anyway. You know? The things around us all the time that we despise deep down, but are so subconsciously acknowledging the fact, that we don't even really know how deep our hate runs for these things. It's a lot better now, but man, back in high school I was really having problems with every single day I was there. It took every ounce of courage and concern for my own wellbeing I contained just to make myself get out of bed and go to that abhorred place. Now i'm just kind of floating on a cloud. We'll call it cloud 8, because 9 is reserved for the blissfully unaware, and this cloud is full of rain. The people below it just aren't ready for the deluge, though. How will this turn out?

Do you realize how long it's been?

I've sitten in this dark drenched caked on nightmare make up of a room, and not even once did I get anything in return. I'm hungry. There, I've said it.

It won't get any brighter. But that's ok I can turn to the dark. Which won't happen because it won't get any darker. I have tv eyes. 6 headaches a day at the very least. It's fine. I wish my stomach would race itself out of my abdomen.

Good god, I do not believe I will ever willingly step foot into that store. It's a catalog of soggy dreams. And a crisper drawer for lukewarm terrors. If I send you an invitation to my final party, you'd better not be busy. This is the end.

PS. Final party=funeral duh

Tuesday, October 27, 2009


Hey men, what's going on? It's Terror in the house. I was just getting back from a long day at the range and had a conversation about dreams... or nightmares to be more specific. Well, I told them about this dream I had once when I was in high school about the Quiznos sub with eyes that used to sing in an irritating voice on the commercials. You ever see that guy? Well anyway it basically ended with him coming out of the fireplace of a lavish living room that was apparently mine and telling me he was going to take me to hell with him in a raspy, whispering voice. It was actually terrifying. It made me realize why whoever created the child's play movies thought Chucky would actually be scary. It's because when you see things that are normally cheerful or humorous take a drastic turn into the morbid and horrific, you know deep down inside that something is very wrong on some primal, instinctual level. Don't get me wrong, those movies aren't scary in the least, probably more in the dark humor vein of things. Speaking of dark humor, I recently watched a movie called Visioneers with Zach Galifinakis and the thing that made that movie a knee-slapper, besides the fact that Zach is just laugh-a-minute any way, is the way he said the word "Chaos". It sounded like "Chay-oss" but it was great because he was actually banging on his son's door (who never actually shows up in the movie) and he was saying "I found your package, have you been reading about wolves again?! I will not have this chaos in my house!" That was just wonderful. I'd give it five stars but I don't believe in the star system. I'd give it a fresh rating with a 94 percent, but Rotten Tomatoes seems a little to holier-than-thou for me to emulate. Probably just give it 60 demon-souls, because that system is at least dignified as it stands.

Thank you baby,