Apr 04, 2005 01:14
"is next month," you may be thinking.
And, of course, you would be right.
However, you are also very, very wrong.
Come now. Walk with me. We need to talk.
See, there is this movie called "May". It has made me scared of Angela Bettis. If I were to see her on the street, I would flinch. Cross the street. Run.
I did the smart thing. I read about it on-line. I read just a little on the back of the box. I thought it would be something I wanted to see, at least something that might be interesting to watch. You see, I didn't know. I couldn't have known. That I would end up being taken for a loop, an alternate dimension of a loop, a mobius strip of a loop that has trapped my fragile mind in an endlessness of loop, the kind of loop that makes you look over your shoulder in your own room, doors locked.
I take full responsibility for my actions. I do. But, I cannot hold myself responsible for your actions.
If I have trouble sleeping, it will not be because your blood is on my hands.
But because blood is on May's.
Sleep well and long and pray you never wake in a world like hers.