Holy Water? Where's that acid I ordered?
Wow. I have three things to update today:
1. My interview with Joey. Great stuff.
2. The answers to yesterday's post (y'all will never get them all without cheating.)
3. That poetry I promised like three days ago.
I do have a few things to talk about otherwise. First off, I'm kind of pissed because I bought three pints of milk in those little bottles. Now, I had my fridge on max cold to keep my ice cream cold, as I don't have a freezer. Even though I have had bottles of milk in there before with no incident, this time, it was different. Two of the three burst at the top and overflowed, leaving a viscus, sticky, mucus-like residue. Ewww. It's pretty gross. And it took on a yellowish color, reminding me of curdled milk. *gag*. Weak, dude.
Also, I have a new problem. My last exam is next Thursday, at 8 in the morning. That sucks. But here's what sucks worse:
1. The President of the University is holding a convacation that Friday, and he wants the band there. Damn.
2. All three groups are required to go, roughly 130 members. Most importantly, me. Dammit.
3. We are playing two pieces, but only movements 1 and 3 of the first one (of three,) and movement 1 of the second (of four.) It adds up to a ten minute concert. Dammit.
4. It is scheduled at 7:30 pm! I would have to stay at school an extra 37 hours. Me dammit.
5. I would miss Band o Rama. FUCK!!!
I am, needless to say, pissed.
Interview for Joey:
1. I would kill a mime. They are really fucking annoying and dumb. Who thought of mimery, anyway. Oh yeah. The French. Retards...
2. I would make the perfect casserole out of chicken, because chicken owns tuna. Actually, I would make my mom make it. I can't fucking cook.
3. If I could by any one thing from Wal - Mart, and price was not an issue, I would buy the whole business, and then tear the fucker down. That's right. I went there. That Wal-Mart is a leech on Belton, and it's going to close down many of the small businesses that are so crucial to the town's limited commerce. Before long, there will be nothing left in that town, except fucking Wal-Mart. It should become a Promised Land shop. Nothing more.
4. If I could relive any moment, I would relive prom night, senior year. Vanessa and I don't remember it as well as we would have liked.
5. Thomas' tonage in newtons is difficult to discern, as I don't know his true weight, but John has seen him, and said his ass is fat. Let us estimate his weight at 250 lbs, making his tonnage in pounds .125. However, Thomas standing creates 1,112.0554 newtons of force on the earth just standing, this of coarse assuming his weight at the very rough 250 lbs.
Answers to my playlist: 1. Fix - Static-X 2. Love Dump - Static-X 3. The Only - Static-X 4. Otsegolectric - Static-X 5. Breathe - Static-X 6. Separate - Sevendust 7. Pressure - Skindred 8. Start First - Skindred 9. Holy War - Fear Factory 10. In The End - Linkin Park (duh) Poetry
Dream
I.
Falling. I land mutely in a marsh, garbed with trees and barbes. I feel called (compelled, rather) to move. Meandering through the misty mire proves difficult. Is it mud beneath the murky, knee-deep fluid slowing me, or my subconcious hesitation at the thought of the nether areas of the vast swamp? I edge ahead, avoiding alerting inhabitants of the moor, but alas, the ooze responds to each step with a sickening suck, echoing with the gases from below rising up to warn me. Pressing on, I come to land. Progress is as slow as before.
II.
Searching. I slink on, looking for an escape. Or perhaps knowingly going deeper. Deeper. The swale frightens me, yet beckons to me in the same instant. The swamp appears derelict, after all. The absense of creatures, however, is perhaps more threatening than the presense of them would be. The trees grow more closely together, perhaps seeking kinship. Looking up at them, I see that the twisted branches bear no leaves or signs of leaf, leaving the starless black of the sky painfully visible. The wind flowing through the sterile limbs chills me, whispering the impotence of the bog. I come to another pond, but it is reassuringly different than the first. The water is as a mirror, leaving perfect reflections of the lifeless trees across the way. I stand over the cool water to drink, but I stop, transfixed by my reflection in the glorious lake. Perfect. My very human face almost gives off light as opposed to the blight of the surrounding mire. And then, very slowly, a chill runs up my back, striking the very core of my soul with an icy, iron hammer. I lean back, sweating. I had glimpsed on my own mortality in that pool.
III.
Onward. I felt my sanity leaving me, being leached by the ravenous appetite of the swamp. I ignored my longing for any more revalations that the place had to offer. I only needed out. Walking forward, my feet patter against the floor of the mire, filling, if only to the smallest of degrees, the sterile muteness of the area. I sometimes gnaw on my own teeth to fill my head with something other than silence. pat. pat. pat. pat. My feet's slow cadence keep me going. pat. pat. pat. pat...stop. The rhythm has been interrupted, and I was not the offender. gulp...gulp...gulp...gulp. My throat begins to mimic the sound, drying ever so quickly in response to the gastly inerruption. The lamentation emanates from a tree to my left, I decide. I sneak to the far side of the tree. Though it is thin in stature, the roots cleave desparately to the floor, as if it could be sucked into the space above at any random moment. gulp...gulp...gulp. I navigate the roots, and come to the origin of the noise, a small hollow at the base of the tree, and the chills once again return. It is a creature, small like a rabbit. Eyes wide, the size of quarters. Hairless. Ears pulled back and shivering in terror, though not of me. I cry out, but there is no echo, save the audible swallowning of the creature. I jump away, instinctively, though the tree grabs my foot with a root. I look down. No, it is static. I run off, perhaps 100 meters away, until the choking of the animal could not be heard. I gasp, but continue forward, ever more desparate for a way out. My journey continues, but I stop again. I realize why I cannot leave. I am not here to find a way out, but to achieve revalation. I was now even more aware of the feeling of purpose from before. Suddenly, there is a clearing before me. Two huge trees lay on a piece of land surrounded by a misty halo of white, yet still, water. The trees are short, but very round. The limbs are bent and knotted, twisting around the branches of the other in sinister embrace. The bark is as black as the sky. Each tree has a hollow just like the tree containing the hairless creature. A red light eminates from the left tree, and blue from the other. I approach the left tree. As the light bathes my face, I feel the touch of my lover. I fall to my knees and eagerly thrust my face into the light inside the hollow. I see her weakness before me, and it's potential calamity for her. I close my eyes, and promise to protect her frailty until the day that she dies. I discover a large stone between the two trees, and move it, covering the left hollow. The task done, I eagerly crawl to the other tree. The light hits me, and I feel my own presense. I curiously look within. Upon one look, I rip my eyes from the light and tear myself from the bowls of the tree. My own frightful rage lay within, and I can never be rid of it, nor can I control it. I kow the harm it could do, and am desparate to find a way to cover my hollow as well, but there is only one stone. I can move the stone, but tarry to do so. I have found my revelation, but I am not prepared to face the truth: I can protect her from herself, but not me. Tears.
----- 1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me." 2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions. 3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions. 4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post. 5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. - Manus celer dei -