Work sucks as usual. Nothing new on that front. I guess I could be thankful I still have a job, but sometimes I wonder.....
I posted this story on one of the boards and didn't get too much of a response, but I figured it might just be "if you have nothing nice to say..." type thing. So, to spur more comments I figure I would repost it here. I wrote this a ways back, but always thought it was interesting. I might end up posting another one of this stories along this same theme if anyone is interested:
It was a sticky day in June. You could wake up and find yourself in a puddle of your own skin on the bed. There I was half naked, smelling of hot sweat trying to recover from my nights encounter with the shade. I cursed it. I tried to flee but it was always going to be above me hissing, spitting, and licking at my bare scalp.. I heard it move. And then I found myself buried in conflict with it again. I tried to charm it and to caress it but it clawed with its talons and drew blood. When it flavored its nails I ran, but could not get away. I decided to be oblivious to the screams and howls of the shade. I made an easy way out. I ate spores out of a cellophane baggy and drank three mammoth bottles of fine malt liquor beverage. I then proceeded to make rounds with my mind out of sync. Seeing others with their shades made me laugh. I laughed so hard I was going to run out in front of a car. I saw it coming, but I cared not. I was not near the wraith. I could still smell it in my clothes. It made me sick. I ran into a bar to get another drink. I ordered a whiskey. After a quick gulp my stomach lurched forward with the intent of letting it all fly, but I quickly took another shot and showed whos boss. My brain turned and my gut quivered, but the shade was nowhere to be seen. The walls were peeling back on the old dingy bar. It showed the markings of others with their problems with the shade. Its history is so dense with bone and flesh that it would take eons to get through to the heart of it. Many have attempted and they fled in a screaming mad rage fearing for their lives and sanity. Feeling that that shots would not due I grabbed the bottle from behind the bar and headed for the door.
Being chased while not being able to perform tasks with any motor skills is very exhilarating. You really learn what you can and cannot do in certain states of mind. The big gent who was trying to retrieve my medicine from me was catching up. So making my stand I swallowed the last of the bottle and broke it on the wall. Now that is a barroom brawl type of trick, but I have seen it scare people away from fighting, but this ox did not intend to back off. He chased me for four blocks, and he was not going to just walk away from a drunk with a broken bottle. He swung and I slashed him with the bottle. He swore and then clocked me with a strong right to the midsection. I fell to the ground and gasped for air. I started to smell the stank of the shade. I screamed a blood curdling cry and the guy took off. I am sure he was not afraid of me, but what attention I might have drawn. I then slowly sat up and shook the glass off my shirt. I then went to visit a friend
My friends are all kind of similar, intelligent, humorous, and they know how to get fucked up. There is no screwing around with them when it comes to that. Thats why we get along. A few of my friends had a small apartment off campus and it was the shit this summer. When the temperature outside is 110, AC is your best friend. I stumbled into their apartment and sat down. They passed me a pipe filled with sweet dank tobacco of some kind. The smell made my head swim in the clouds. I then realized that the shade was making me tired, so I stumbled towards one of the beds and laid down. Water seeped through my pores like a stream. I smashed my glasses and silently cursed life and the shade. I started to vomit
Well, bash away.... enjoy.....
I posted this story on one of the boards and didn't get too much of a response, but I figured it might just be "if you have nothing nice to say..." type thing. So, to spur more comments I figure I would repost it here. I wrote this a ways back, but always thought it was interesting. I might end up posting another one of this stories along this same theme if anyone is interested:
It was a sticky day in June. You could wake up and find yourself in a puddle of your own skin on the bed. There I was half naked, smelling of hot sweat trying to recover from my nights encounter with the shade. I cursed it. I tried to flee but it was always going to be above me hissing, spitting, and licking at my bare scalp.. I heard it move. And then I found myself buried in conflict with it again. I tried to charm it and to caress it but it clawed with its talons and drew blood. When it flavored its nails I ran, but could not get away. I decided to be oblivious to the screams and howls of the shade. I made an easy way out. I ate spores out of a cellophane baggy and drank three mammoth bottles of fine malt liquor beverage. I then proceeded to make rounds with my mind out of sync. Seeing others with their shades made me laugh. I laughed so hard I was going to run out in front of a car. I saw it coming, but I cared not. I was not near the wraith. I could still smell it in my clothes. It made me sick. I ran into a bar to get another drink. I ordered a whiskey. After a quick gulp my stomach lurched forward with the intent of letting it all fly, but I quickly took another shot and showed whos boss. My brain turned and my gut quivered, but the shade was nowhere to be seen. The walls were peeling back on the old dingy bar. It showed the markings of others with their problems with the shade. Its history is so dense with bone and flesh that it would take eons to get through to the heart of it. Many have attempted and they fled in a screaming mad rage fearing for their lives and sanity. Feeling that that shots would not due I grabbed the bottle from behind the bar and headed for the door.
Being chased while not being able to perform tasks with any motor skills is very exhilarating. You really learn what you can and cannot do in certain states of mind. The big gent who was trying to retrieve my medicine from me was catching up. So making my stand I swallowed the last of the bottle and broke it on the wall. Now that is a barroom brawl type of trick, but I have seen it scare people away from fighting, but this ox did not intend to back off. He chased me for four blocks, and he was not going to just walk away from a drunk with a broken bottle. He swung and I slashed him with the bottle. He swore and then clocked me with a strong right to the midsection. I fell to the ground and gasped for air. I started to smell the stank of the shade. I screamed a blood curdling cry and the guy took off. I am sure he was not afraid of me, but what attention I might have drawn. I then slowly sat up and shook the glass off my shirt. I then went to visit a friend
My friends are all kind of similar, intelligent, humorous, and they know how to get fucked up. There is no screwing around with them when it comes to that. Thats why we get along. A few of my friends had a small apartment off campus and it was the shit this summer. When the temperature outside is 110, AC is your best friend. I stumbled into their apartment and sat down. They passed me a pipe filled with sweet dank tobacco of some kind. The smell made my head swim in the clouds. I then realized that the shade was making me tired, so I stumbled towards one of the beds and laid down. Water seeped through my pores like a stream. I smashed my glasses and silently cursed life and the shade. I started to vomit
Well, bash away.... enjoy.....
chicken butt!