Sleep

That sound. The beeping. What is it. No really…

Later in conversation, randomly, interjecting….just imagine,
Could that be someone’s life alert, like in the commercials…

And beyond how annoying the sound for its similarity to my chosen
Alarm sound
We could be annoyed and now laughing at someone’s help alert
Unattended, and therefore death.

….it’s hard to sleep too. I wish I had earplugs.

Running errands, the tattoos on her hands, the symbols. I ask. Her reply, I do not know what they mean, I just liked them.

A flash back, she walked down the hallway, away from the room, hands to the wall, slowly, gently grazing her fingers against the wall, raising her arms up… An accidental syncing. A non purposeful demonic ritual. The walls, her tattoos, maybe it was purposeful? It can’t be undone.

A music show, radio city? My brother senses something is wrong, it’s not the same.
The ceilings are damp, and droplets of water are dripping from the fabriced ceilings. The ground is squishy and the upper decks are a buzz. There is a nervous tension here.

No more recall, just a big
Boom and awaking to the sounds of thunder and a roommate whispering.

There was a dog or a pig, It could jump very high and very far, and I am pretty sure I was on its back as it travelled through the scenes of my shifting mind.

change i will

which witch is which

                               its the witching hour…

                     its the hour of which things occur, things that are bewitching in nature

Half lidded

I think I pulled her tail, the one that had been broken years ago. She tore at me and stomped on my head. When I approached her black body, she changed, cream colored and of no recognizable nature, a small head and now teeth. Trying to shut its mouth and throw it out the door. Always attacking my hands. The dog is not helping.

I go the the bathroom, the lighting is raising questions as to the surface tension across the mirror. Is it cracked? Or marbled with water stains?

I hear/feel/fear someone is here with me. I linger at the mirror, side to side and squinting, is it broken? I throw my hand against it, and grasping at the cracks peel the mirror. A maniacal moment of terror, I hear/feel/fear someone is getting closer. My left hand still grasping the large shards, I walk down the hallway, but the shards remain connected to the mirror as if made of some fascial tissue or rubber, yet still cutting at my hand.

I step through the door way and into the kitchen, I can feel the shadow. It comes down upon me from my left, stabbing me repeatedly.

I open my eyes, a minute later my dog leaves me alone in bed. I wonder if he could sense that he didn’t save me in my dream, or if I kicked him as I was being murdered.

I hope

moving so fast

A necessary transition

walking now, yet treading carefully

I still hear your whispered lines, “open your eyes”

that come hither slither from split lips; that lure and bait

In a longing note on nothingness

“for some of us are born to endless night”

A cat was stealing my breath as I awoke to chase the tail of a dog

margaritas followed by mousetraps

he had those dancin feet, how will we ever meet

I guess the lack of punctuation leaves it open for interpretation

A question turned declarative statement.

bad grammer and such

Tell her no, no, no. Nah nah Nah nah no, no, no.

(Source: blackspit, via mxme)

I bite your thumb at you

                                         twice removed and a birds eye view

                            dream sequence of watching concrete coming closer

                   

                                                 I want to see Russian Ark

                                                      as fine as frogs hair

                                             as rare as rocking-horse shit

yeah yeah

pretty things x 2

                             i used to post some pretty shit, now i pin it here

                                                                              overlap will occur

           side note to self, roll with the punches, think less, do more

                                                                                 always grinning