benni

i dreamt about you last night... havent slept yet today. youve killed me twice and you keep coming back, but at least last night our conversation was pleasant...

my arm itches.

its night and its morning... ive become completely nocturnal in the past months... i never find myself in bed before the sun starts sneaking across my floor...

and his most commonly asked question?

..."who let you in here?"

in the early hours all my scars are the brightest that theyll ever be, and i feel less urge to make noise than usual. this part of the day is silent, and enjoyable.

ill be seeing you soon.

as good an excuse as any for me to rest. i hate to fly, but its time to go...

so i leave you with an interesting question posed by chuck klosterman in "sex, drugs, and cocoa puffs":


you meet your soul mate. however, there is a catch: every three years, someone will break both your soul mates collarbones with a crescent wrench, and there is only one way you can stop this from happening: you must swallow a pill that will make every song you hear-- for the rest of your life-- sound as if its being performed by the band alice in chains. when you hear creedence clearwater revival on the radio, it will sound (to your ears) like its being played by alice in chains. if you see radiohead live, every one of their tunes will sound like its being covered by alice in chains. when you hear a commercial jingle on tv, it will sound like alice in chains; if you sing to yourself in the shower, your voice will sound like deceased alice vocalist layne staley performing a capella (but it will only sound this way to you. would you swallow the pill?