Dear Die-Ary #33 - Video - Johnny C.
[Oh look. It's one of the exceedingly rare times Johnny intentionally uses video. From the looks of it, he appears to be in the Dollhouse, sitting in one of the chairs. The fact that everything is just a little bit bigger then the Facility dwellers is made a bit more humorous with just how thin Nny is. The chairs are just a bit oversized for most; for Nny, it's nearly comical.
But he actually looks calm. Relaxed. He's practically slouching in the chair, and it's just unnatural to see him like that. He isn't smiling, but at least he doesn't look tense, like a crazed ass rabbit about to spring away as is his usual demeanor.
Right now, he's poking one of the eyes on the table.]
...You know? If I wasn't being watched all the time, I'd say this place was perfect. But I guess I'm being watched all the time no matter where the fuck I am, so really, it's kind of splitting hairs asking not to be.
...I understand this place. I haven't been here, but I get it. The logic I'm seeing here. It's like having your mind become an actual landscape, and you don't need a map because you've already memorized the terrain. There's no fear, no discomfort. Just certainty that even though you've never treaded here before? You know what's going to happen, or can at least guess.
I guess what I'm saying in a round-about way is that I understand this place. I like this place. And I guess I could try explaining some of the shit in this place, even though I doubt I'd get everything right.
Oh.
Has anyone found anything else to eat other then sweets? I've kinda already had my fill of cake, which is "a few bites every few fucking years". And I'm actually tired of the bars, despite how appetizing the taste of cardboard is.
I actually wouldn't mind meat, for once, if anyone knows where there is some.
But he actually looks calm. Relaxed. He's practically slouching in the chair, and it's just unnatural to see him like that. He isn't smiling, but at least he doesn't look tense, like a crazed ass rabbit about to spring away as is his usual demeanor.
Right now, he's poking one of the eyes on the table.]
...You know? If I wasn't being watched all the time, I'd say this place was perfect. But I guess I'm being watched all the time no matter where the fuck I am, so really, it's kind of splitting hairs asking not to be.
...I understand this place. I haven't been here, but I get it. The logic I'm seeing here. It's like having your mind become an actual landscape, and you don't need a map because you've already memorized the terrain. There's no fear, no discomfort. Just certainty that even though you've never treaded here before? You know what's going to happen, or can at least guess.
I guess what I'm saying in a round-about way is that I understand this place. I like this place. And I guess I could try explaining some of the shit in this place, even though I doubt I'd get everything right.
Oh.
Has anyone found anything else to eat other then sweets? I've kinda already had my fill of cake, which is "a few bites every few fucking years". And I'm actually tired of the bars, despite how appetizing the taste of cardboard is.
I actually wouldn't mind meat, for once, if anyone knows where there is some.