first off:
Fuck you. Just FUCK YOU. Listen joker, I don't have the slightest bit of time for people who try and use scare tactics against me. I don't want to see your fucking doctor picture and I sure as hell won't be going to your fucking blog. Playing off an already scared girls legitimate phobia is just fucking sick. I don't expect to see you posting here again.
God. Fuck that picture. Anyway, on with the show.
I just now remembered to look at the comments section of the post before this one. I'm sorry to say I missed Zeke. I've trying to stay away from the others but this is getting out of control. I guess I'll do some snooping around, reading what I can. I'm just.... I'm done. I'm not staying in the dark about this.
But gods I'm scared. And I still don't know if I should pick up that camera or not. But I suppose I'll show you the pictures, tomorrow perhaps.
A darkened rainbow
A featureless face
A change in flow
A change in pace
Let's see what we might unfold
Of a tale yet untold
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Saturday, August 21, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
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Still feeling ow but not so bad now. Ugh. I just have to tell you about this freaky ass dream I had whilst napping.
Also: No I did not nap from the last post till now. I just woke up from my fifth nap today or something. many short naps.
Anyway, back to freaky ass dream: I was alone in my room and it was dark outside, I always close my curtains before I sleep at night because I'm paranoid, but the curtains were gone.
In front of my window I usually have two noisy birds, but now I realize the only things in my room are my bed and me. So I'm freaking out and suddenly the door opens and its HIM. My imaginary friend.
He was taller than I remembered, but at this point I was suddenly 6 years old again because y'know, it's a dream and dreams do that. All I really see are his long arms and long fingers and his legs.
I think he asked me to dance or something, but I don't really remember. I also keep drawing blanks when I try to think of his face. Well, whatever. So we start dancing, a waltz or something, I don't really know I've never really danced before. Then my mom walks in and smiles and says 'he's back' then he gets up and reaches for her and I just KNOW he's going to rip her open. His long arms kinda split opne and were all tentacle-ey.
I just screamed, and I guess I was really screaming out loud because a couple seconds later I woke up to scratches on my arms. Apparently the kittens my cat recently had were sleeping by my arms and freaked out when I started screaming.
I don't know, it was pretty freaky. I had to write it down now before I forgot it. Actually, looking up I've already forgotten most of it and the details seem new to me =P Dreams are weird. I think the freaky 'tearing my mother apart' part was because of the plague doctors...god they scare me so much. Why did I try to get over my fears yesterday? It just brought me nightmares mixed with my good ol' suited imaginary friend.
Poem:
When consciousness fades and you fall asleep
the brain does play, the mind falls deep
and as you lay in deep deep sleep
to the clouds you can leap
or stab a knife and watch blood seep
watch and know you will not weep
for the life you just did reap
and see as your body does creep
and you stalk without a peep
for you know that talk is cheap
when you have a life to reap
and only a faint and distant beep
will bring you out of a deep dark sleep
and you can forget the lives you did reap
ooooh how fun! What is with all this creepy poetry, does my subconscious think that making it creepy makes it good? because it doesn't, obviously >.>
Today's color:
Also: No I did not nap from the last post till now. I just woke up from my fifth nap today or something. many short naps.
Anyway, back to freaky ass dream: I was alone in my room and it was dark outside, I always close my curtains before I sleep at night because I'm paranoid, but the curtains were gone.
In front of my window I usually have two noisy birds, but now I realize the only things in my room are my bed and me. So I'm freaking out and suddenly the door opens and its HIM. My imaginary friend.
He was taller than I remembered, but at this point I was suddenly 6 years old again because y'know, it's a dream and dreams do that. All I really see are his long arms and long fingers and his legs.
I think he asked me to dance or something, but I don't really remember. I also keep drawing blanks when I try to think of his face. Well, whatever. So we start dancing, a waltz or something, I don't really know I've never really danced before. Then my mom walks in and smiles and says 'he's back' then he gets up and reaches for her and I just KNOW he's going to rip her open. His long arms kinda split opne and were all tentacle-ey.
I just screamed, and I guess I was really screaming out loud because a couple seconds later I woke up to scratches on my arms. Apparently the kittens my cat recently had were sleeping by my arms and freaked out when I started screaming.
I don't know, it was pretty freaky. I had to write it down now before I forgot it. Actually, looking up I've already forgotten most of it and the details seem new to me =P Dreams are weird. I think the freaky 'tearing my mother apart' part was because of the plague doctors...god they scare me so much. Why did I try to get over my fears yesterday? It just brought me nightmares mixed with my good ol' suited imaginary friend.
Poem:
When consciousness fades and you fall asleep
the brain does play, the mind falls deep
and as you lay in deep deep sleep
to the clouds you can leap
or stab a knife and watch blood seep
watch and know you will not weep
for the life you just did reap
and see as your body does creep
and you stalk without a peep
for you know that talk is cheap
when you have a life to reap
and only a faint and distant beep
will bring you out of a deep dark sleep
and you can forget the lives you did reap
ooooh how fun! What is with all this creepy poetry, does my subconscious think that making it creepy makes it good? because it doesn't, obviously >.>
Today's color:
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