Dreams to meditate on.
...Because, you're not like me. You can't live on one emotion for so long. Loathing, Revenge, Delight.
So, images taken from dreams accrued over a stretch of sleep lasting two days and no nights. (Music suggestions provided for theatrical effect)
[Coldplay - Clocks]
The dream that I had while I slept through the day involved a beautiful attraction between me and a girl that in my memory, resembles one of Kristi's friends during high school, a dark melo-goth skinny peice, by about 2/4, another girl that I just met called Nadia... or something, by about 1/4th, and somebody else that I can't quite place is the remaining 1/4.
The whole episode takes place at night. There is no sunlight at all. I dream night and wake into night.
I walked with her through a forest, a park with paved pathways, and then we are at her house on the couch together. She holds drugs too. We spend three days like this. Talking to each other, hanging upside down and holding for dear life onto each other's wan, skinny frames. I walk with her along residential roads through the suburbs under the weak light, and I love her smile. We inhale so much of one another that it's impossible not to fall again. This time with someone just as jaded.
So much more of the dream has passed away. Just the syntax makes me feel that lightening (not "lightning") of exitement that comes with meeting someone new. No memories, it's all just this girl and me. When I woke up I thought of K[!!!!!] and wished that I'd made her a little colder. It's for the best.
Later:
[Whitehouse - Movement 2000]
A face with only the eyes visible. Both eyelids are shut. The eyes can be seen shuffling underneath the lids.
They open to reveal bleach-white eyes.
The eyes roll ahead and expose two words, one side before the other, written in tiny dots of blue ink.
The words are: "Kill" and "Her".
We move on.
[Team Sleep - Death By Plane]
A pall of black smoke covers the sky veiling the sun. It is opaque disc in the sky. Inert debris is pushed around by wind. I and my friends cut through the city on wheels and combustion. Only we know what happened. We enjoy the breeze of sand and the smell of burnt plastic washing over our faces when we hang out the windows of our stolen car. I watch it's voluminous exhaust trail upwards to join the burnt cloud.
We have disfigured ourselves to look more like the fiends that we emulate. In this environment, we may live a year, perhaps two. We hunt for other survivors, determined to invert that title. Nobody survives. Our malice adjusts you to conformity. There are four of us. We drive fast, loot drugstores, and kill people.
We carry hatchets, knives, chainsaws, and axes to dismember the still-moving bodies, and kerosene, to burn the bodies and unite them with the great cloud. All that which lives, is late to join it. We usher them on before we join it ourselves. Someday soon, we will all fall from the sky.
Beneath all of this, I know who I'm waiting to meet. Hoping she's survived, so that when I find her, I can save her and we can run away to die. A small triumph for love.
Or kill her. Whichever.
[NIN/White Zombie - More Human Than Human (Remix)]
Like above. Except the world isn't dead yet, we're killing it. We're a Sabbat pack. Mel, Chester, Ranna (Priest), and Leon (Ductus). Each of us has one cutting tool. I, for instance, have one favourite hatchet. All of us have a crude fraternal tattoo to indicate that are the violent fiends to oppose all violent fiends= E?M -0. Negative. Anti______.
Because we understand and further fundamental entropy, we are superior.
Maybe this is the prologue to the third dream.
This is where I wake up. Dopesick and dizzy. Escape to a dream. Please put me back. Please.
So, images taken from dreams accrued over a stretch of sleep lasting two days and no nights. (Music suggestions provided for theatrical effect)
[Coldplay - Clocks]
The dream that I had while I slept through the day involved a beautiful attraction between me and a girl that in my memory, resembles one of Kristi's friends during high school, a dark melo-goth skinny peice, by about 2/4, another girl that I just met called Nadia... or something, by about 1/4th, and somebody else that I can't quite place is the remaining 1/4.
The whole episode takes place at night. There is no sunlight at all. I dream night and wake into night.
I walked with her through a forest, a park with paved pathways, and then we are at her house on the couch together. She holds drugs too. We spend three days like this. Talking to each other, hanging upside down and holding for dear life onto each other's wan, skinny frames. I walk with her along residential roads through the suburbs under the weak light, and I love her smile. We inhale so much of one another that it's impossible not to fall again. This time with someone just as jaded.
So much more of the dream has passed away. Just the syntax makes me feel that lightening (not "lightning") of exitement that comes with meeting someone new. No memories, it's all just this girl and me. When I woke up I thought of K[!!!!!] and wished that I'd made her a little colder. It's for the best.
Later:
[Whitehouse - Movement 2000]
A face with only the eyes visible. Both eyelids are shut. The eyes can be seen shuffling underneath the lids.
They open to reveal bleach-white eyes.
The eyes roll ahead and expose two words, one side before the other, written in tiny dots of blue ink.
The words are: "Kill" and "Her".
We move on.
[Team Sleep - Death By Plane]
A pall of black smoke covers the sky veiling the sun. It is opaque disc in the sky. Inert debris is pushed around by wind. I and my friends cut through the city on wheels and combustion. Only we know what happened. We enjoy the breeze of sand and the smell of burnt plastic washing over our faces when we hang out the windows of our stolen car. I watch it's voluminous exhaust trail upwards to join the burnt cloud.
We have disfigured ourselves to look more like the fiends that we emulate. In this environment, we may live a year, perhaps two. We hunt for other survivors, determined to invert that title. Nobody survives. Our malice adjusts you to conformity. There are four of us. We drive fast, loot drugstores, and kill people.
We carry hatchets, knives, chainsaws, and axes to dismember the still-moving bodies, and kerosene, to burn the bodies and unite them with the great cloud. All that which lives, is late to join it. We usher them on before we join it ourselves. Someday soon, we will all fall from the sky.
Beneath all of this, I know who I'm waiting to meet. Hoping she's survived, so that when I find her, I can save her and we can run away to die. A small triumph for love.
Or kill her. Whichever.
[NIN/White Zombie - More Human Than Human (Remix)]
Like above. Except the world isn't dead yet, we're killing it. We're a Sabbat pack. Mel, Chester, Ranna (Priest), and Leon (Ductus). Each of us has one cutting tool. I, for instance, have one favourite hatchet. All of us have a crude fraternal tattoo to indicate that are the violent fiends to oppose all violent fiends= E?M -0. Negative. Anti______.
Because we understand and further fundamental entropy, we are superior.
Maybe this is the prologue to the third dream.
This is where I wake up. Dopesick and dizzy. Escape to a dream. Please put me back. Please.