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Wednesday, June 16, 2010, 11:30 AM
My head was hot but my feet were freezing. The night was the darkest i had ever seen, no moon, no stars, no clouds. I walked down a stony path heading towards an old church. The ground was filled with glass and thorns and i left behind a trail of red. There were headless children making snow angels in the gravel in the dirt, i could feel them stare though i know they couldn't. The wind blew my hair around, tousled like a bunch of leaves. The bell at the top of the church rang and an old man in a suit stood at the top of the bell tower, his finger pointing straight at my head. He started yelling at me, not angry, but sad. I could barely make out his words. I walked faster and faster towards the church, my feet now bloody stubs as the ground filled up with more glass and thorns. I felt like i was pushing my feet through a thousand pencil sharpeners. As i reached the gates, the old man screamed and stepped forward. Off the tower and straight to the ground. The sound of his body crunching the stones echoed across the courtyard and a few birds flew off in different directions. I pushed the gates open and ran towards the man, he had a big black hole where his eyes should have been. His skin was made of leather and his body a shriveled mess of bone and flesh. He told me he was tired, he said he was giving up. I realized then that i could not speak, my mouth drier than desert sand. He told me he knew everybody's sin. The ringing of the bell got louder and louder and the wind got stronger, my hair started flying off my head and my clothes turned into dust, gone with the wind. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bloody organ. He placed it in my palms and told me it was my heart. As he let go, his hollow eyes filled up with tears and i looked into it. I saw the both of you. Happy. Suddenly, his eyes formed into brilliant blue sparkles. I looked the dying man in the eye and he whispered into my ears, "Dream on till your dreams come true." I had a nightmare. I hope i forget it soon. Wednesday, June 2, 2010, 10:37 PM
My Maudlin Career
Let me give you an update of the things that have taken place since the last time i posted : Absolutely nothing. I know, heck of an update coming up from what you can tell by those two flippin words. The holidays started about a week ago. Rather, the "holidays" started a week ago. Sure that statement may be along the same lines as anyone of my friends who walk hand in hand with me in hell but y'know what i miss most? Y'know what's the one thing that bugs the hell out of me more than anything else? I miss us. I miss the us we all used to be. I really do. I miss our carefree-ness and our fuck-all-attitude that got us through any of this shit in the first place. And now suddenly we're all just breaking down and up into little groups away from each other like seeds scattered in some really messed up wind? I mean yea i know we're all tired and want to just stay home and away from anything living, but hey, it's the holidays! It's not like we're gonna have the chance to have a break like this anytime soon, so i say, why not just fuck all and live it while we can? Some of you don't even bother responding to my attempts anymore, what happened to that thrill we all had once upon a time to have fun? Good god it's like i'm speaking to a bunch of illness-ridden old folk. We may not have a lot of time left but we still have time! If we don't seize what we can now we're all gonna walk out of this school at the end of the year and go our separate ways and then what? The hell's gonna happen next? You all still gonna wanna sleep in? Jeez, i know some people higher than us will always try to break us down and scare the living shitlights out of us with that kinda talk but are you really gonna shy away from life's joys cos of that? Are you really gonna let a broken up rat bastard like that deny us our fun? Come on, we used to be better than this. We used to hang on to each other and never let go cos we'd always go through the shit together. Godammit. I give up. Truly. So thank you everyone for being such an awesome bunch of party poopers. Just don't come crying when you look back and regret all the times we couldn've spent together. If we even are a we anymore. Pfft. |
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