Filthy laughs and petty words
I just finished the longest job application in human history. I think I could have applied for the president's job in shorter time.
So many things were wrong last night when my eyes finally decided to stay shut:
We were all hippies, going to some hippie house to do a bunch of drugs, that in real life, I just wouldn't touch. Some how I have a snowball sized handful of coke, not even in a bag, and I have no idea where it came from so I stuff it in my jacket and ride down the dirt road with everyone else on our own motocycles. Slowly, people are dropping off. I swear I'm seeing them being attacked, like by some string that makes them flip their bikes, and no one notices except me. But if I don't quit laughing and having fun with everyone else, I think they'll know that I've got a secret, maybe it was the coke, but if we were going to do drugs anyway, why would I care? But I was nervous regardless, except of course Adam was there. Then suddenly, I'm starting to lose my mind and try to ride this damn motocycle and maybe tripping, the house is coming up, it looks like fucking Jumanji had hit with all the vines and tress and overall attack of nature, and then there's no Adam or Kyle. I think I know that they have fallen, but everyone wants to get inside really fast to hang out and swim and trip and snort and fuck. Finally, there's this call: Adam and Kyle are dead. I'm fucked up, but I can see down the dirt road all the cop cars and ambulances and I can't cry because I'm concerned with hiding the gigantic ball of coke and then I want to run out there to just hold him before they take him away, but I just can't do anything. I try to walk outside to them, but my feet are getting heavier and finally I collapse against my will onto a giant boulder and try to scrape the coke ball into smaller pieces but it's getting everywhere and all I want to do is cry over Adam but I can't form a single tear out of fear and confusion, and I hear footsteps behind me for five minutes and they never reach me, and all I can think at this point is WHY ARE WE ALL SO FUCKED UP?
Inside the house, things are getting better. I'm withdrawn but people are doing more drugs and I see them being happy, so I try and get happy to forget the strange and depressing happenings, when this girl starts yelling at a stray cat outside. Then stray cats start flooding the yard and then cheetahs come and then, yes, even two huge ass lions come out and they start eating the cheetahs while the cheetahs were trying to eat the cats, and nobody is moving from the window OR turning the lights off to hide from these scary lions, and then I'm wondering WHY ARE WE ALL SO STUPID? when even I can't quit looking at the slaughtering outside.
There are some scenes where I think gators are coming up from the lake in the back and we are trapped and some where my teeth are trying to turn into wood from all the coke and I can't pull them out because I don't want to look bizarre. Because wood teeth are, you know, so typical.
Then, another fucked part, when we think we're okay, someone comes down the stairs and tells us that everything is, in fact, okay, the only thing we need to worry about is the hand. And we think this is crazy and funny of them to say, so we all take our clothes off again and swim in the house more (there's a jacuzzi and small underground pool where the living room should be, I forgot to mention). And soon after, sure enough we see this little hand coming from the woods, reaching slowly across the house for the doorknob and it's so tiny and this stringy arm it's attached to looks kind of like rotting wood, and the door opens and the hand has an eerie sound that comes from it when it's about to strike and right then it opens and a bright yellow string comes out and lashes this guy next to me and he falls and starts tripping balls. I mean, he is totally fucked and his body is trying to morph and eat itself, and it's almost like what happens when that hand gets you is make not only you trip until your mind explodes but everyone who wasn't attacked is forced to get a slight insight of your downfall so it's hard to run away. We were all picked off one by one, and before my mind finally committed suicide, after all the terrible things I could ever imagine or think I was literally going through, all I could think about was how lucky Adam was to die the way he did.
I don't want to dream anymore. Not if they're like that, not if everything's so constantly fucked that I wake up thinking, is there no Adam? Do I have any alive friends? Will I pass my next drug test since apparently I do a shit ton of coke and I trip constantly?
I don't even like to hallucinate. Too many bad trip, even on the legal shit, and coke, really, how often have I even done that in my life?
And why does everything turn into a bloodbath? And why do my teeth always get messed up in some way, if they're not just falling out on their own.
My brain used to be pretty. That's all I'm saying.
So many things were wrong last night when my eyes finally decided to stay shut:
We were all hippies, going to some hippie house to do a bunch of drugs, that in real life, I just wouldn't touch. Some how I have a snowball sized handful of coke, not even in a bag, and I have no idea where it came from so I stuff it in my jacket and ride down the dirt road with everyone else on our own motocycles. Slowly, people are dropping off. I swear I'm seeing them being attacked, like by some string that makes them flip their bikes, and no one notices except me. But if I don't quit laughing and having fun with everyone else, I think they'll know that I've got a secret, maybe it was the coke, but if we were going to do drugs anyway, why would I care? But I was nervous regardless, except of course Adam was there. Then suddenly, I'm starting to lose my mind and try to ride this damn motocycle and maybe tripping, the house is coming up, it looks like fucking Jumanji had hit with all the vines and tress and overall attack of nature, and then there's no Adam or Kyle. I think I know that they have fallen, but everyone wants to get inside really fast to hang out and swim and trip and snort and fuck. Finally, there's this call: Adam and Kyle are dead. I'm fucked up, but I can see down the dirt road all the cop cars and ambulances and I can't cry because I'm concerned with hiding the gigantic ball of coke and then I want to run out there to just hold him before they take him away, but I just can't do anything. I try to walk outside to them, but my feet are getting heavier and finally I collapse against my will onto a giant boulder and try to scrape the coke ball into smaller pieces but it's getting everywhere and all I want to do is cry over Adam but I can't form a single tear out of fear and confusion, and I hear footsteps behind me for five minutes and they never reach me, and all I can think at this point is WHY ARE WE ALL SO FUCKED UP?
Inside the house, things are getting better. I'm withdrawn but people are doing more drugs and I see them being happy, so I try and get happy to forget the strange and depressing happenings, when this girl starts yelling at a stray cat outside. Then stray cats start flooding the yard and then cheetahs come and then, yes, even two huge ass lions come out and they start eating the cheetahs while the cheetahs were trying to eat the cats, and nobody is moving from the window OR turning the lights off to hide from these scary lions, and then I'm wondering WHY ARE WE ALL SO STUPID? when even I can't quit looking at the slaughtering outside.
There are some scenes where I think gators are coming up from the lake in the back and we are trapped and some where my teeth are trying to turn into wood from all the coke and I can't pull them out because I don't want to look bizarre. Because wood teeth are, you know, so typical.
Then, another fucked part, when we think we're okay, someone comes down the stairs and tells us that everything is, in fact, okay, the only thing we need to worry about is the hand. And we think this is crazy and funny of them to say, so we all take our clothes off again and swim in the house more (there's a jacuzzi and small underground pool where the living room should be, I forgot to mention). And soon after, sure enough we see this little hand coming from the woods, reaching slowly across the house for the doorknob and it's so tiny and this stringy arm it's attached to looks kind of like rotting wood, and the door opens and the hand has an eerie sound that comes from it when it's about to strike and right then it opens and a bright yellow string comes out and lashes this guy next to me and he falls and starts tripping balls. I mean, he is totally fucked and his body is trying to morph and eat itself, and it's almost like what happens when that hand gets you is make not only you trip until your mind explodes but everyone who wasn't attacked is forced to get a slight insight of your downfall so it's hard to run away. We were all picked off one by one, and before my mind finally committed suicide, after all the terrible things I could ever imagine or think I was literally going through, all I could think about was how lucky Adam was to die the way he did.
I don't want to dream anymore. Not if they're like that, not if everything's so constantly fucked that I wake up thinking, is there no Adam? Do I have any alive friends? Will I pass my next drug test since apparently I do a shit ton of coke and I trip constantly?
I don't even like to hallucinate. Too many bad trip, even on the legal shit, and coke, really, how often have I even done that in my life?
And why does everything turn into a bloodbath? And why do my teeth always get messed up in some way, if they're not just falling out on their own.
My brain used to be pretty. That's all I'm saying.