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Whining And Complaining
This applies to EVERYONE: I started this thing to put down how I feel about things at a certain time. When I want to talk, but feel like I can't. It's really just that simple. If you don't like it, I'm sorry. I'm not out to make anyone feel like they're being put down. If you feel that way, there must be some truth in what I'm saying.
9/24/2005
Song of the Day: "Die (And Die Now)" - Devildriver
We made it here to Texas alright.
We had one demo yesterday, and sold one of four couples. Today, we had 11, 4, and 4 (the amount of people that showed up at each demo) and sold three orders all day. At least they were some big orders.
I had the strangest dream last night. I'm going to share it with you now.
It's night and raining outside. I'm standing in the front doorway of an old one-story house, the kind you'd find in an old downtown district. I'm wearing a white hospital gown and I'm choking on my own tongue. Sarah is out at her car, going to get me a glass of water. My mouth is open, catching the rain as it's falling from the sky, and I feel my tongue become looser in my throat. As she comes back up the walk my tongue shoots from my mouth and wraps itself around her neck. I'm smiling wickedly as I draw her closer, and then I eat her whole... with my left arm. I begin walking down the middle of the dark wet street, the whole of her writhing in my arm.
Flash
I'm back in front of the house. It's now day and I have dispersed her remains, through my bowels, all over the front yard. There is a small garden in the front of the house, and I frantically begin to dig up rock and fertilizer, wanting to hide what's left of the blood/shit-covered hunks of meat. I'm panicking. I know why, but at the same time I really don't know why. I keep thinking to myself that no one will miss her, but don't want to find out what will happen if someone does.
There was more, I think, but I don't really remember. It's been a while since I posted a weird one, so I just thought I'd share.
I'll keep in touch.
We made it here to Texas alright.
We had one demo yesterday, and sold one of four couples. Today, we had 11, 4, and 4 (the amount of people that showed up at each demo) and sold three orders all day. At least they were some big orders.
I had the strangest dream last night. I'm going to share it with you now.
It's night and raining outside. I'm standing in the front doorway of an old one-story house, the kind you'd find in an old downtown district. I'm wearing a white hospital gown and I'm choking on my own tongue. Sarah is out at her car, going to get me a glass of water. My mouth is open, catching the rain as it's falling from the sky, and I feel my tongue become looser in my throat. As she comes back up the walk my tongue shoots from my mouth and wraps itself around her neck. I'm smiling wickedly as I draw her closer, and then I eat her whole... with my left arm. I begin walking down the middle of the dark wet street, the whole of her writhing in my arm.
Flash
I'm back in front of the house. It's now day and I have dispersed her remains, through my bowels, all over the front yard. There is a small garden in the front of the house, and I frantically begin to dig up rock and fertilizer, wanting to hide what's left of the blood/shit-covered hunks of meat. I'm panicking. I know why, but at the same time I really don't know why. I keep thinking to myself that no one will miss her, but don't want to find out what will happen if someone does.
There was more, I think, but I don't really remember. It's been a while since I posted a weird one, so I just thought I'd share.
I'll keep in touch.
