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.