Monday, June 29, 2009
RED DEATH
Ah!
I don't even know how to put this so I won't sound like I've lost my marbles. I am buried under smog and soot. A really, mighty thick slobbery concoction of muck and smoke. I am host to a soul and the soul at the same time. Sounds like nonsense. Ha...
But I sit and watch us plot our schemes and I sit and watch you talk and I wish I could get the guts to talk without going insane. But I just wish, that's all. Then I go home and scold the soul for wishing, and the soul gets upset with the host for sitting lame, literally. Another step to going crazy.
We were talking about premature burial today [I don't know how it became funny] and I remembered a case of a man who was so afraid of premature burial that he killed himself, just to make sure he would be dead. It's a bullet-proof plan.
Cheeerios
I don't even know how to put this so I won't sound like I've lost my marbles. I am buried under smog and soot. A really, mighty thick slobbery concoction of muck and smoke. I am host to a soul and the soul at the same time. Sounds like nonsense. Ha...
But I sit and watch us plot our schemes and I sit and watch you talk and I wish I could get the guts to talk without going insane. But I just wish, that's all. Then I go home and scold the soul for wishing, and the soul gets upset with the host for sitting lame, literally. Another step to going crazy.
We were talking about premature burial today [I don't know how it became funny] and I remembered a case of a man who was so afraid of premature burial that he killed himself, just to make sure he would be dead. It's a bullet-proof plan.
Cheeerios
// posted by w.h.y. @ 3:36 AM 
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