...death becomes clear through bloodshot eyes...

Song of the Day: "Until Death" - Akira Yamaoka

Right out of Satans Workshop.

Happy Halloween! Or, as I woke up and said, "Happy Harjabeen!" Please don't ask. I don't know.

For those of you that were able to make it on Saturday, I appreciate your company and I hope you had a good time.

Apples to Apples was much more fun than I thought. Even better when you've been drinking a bit.

@Heather: I'm sorry you weren't feeling well that night. I do hope you got better rather quickly.

Tonight Amanda and I are supposed to go to a party her girlfriend is hosting, but if Amanda isn't feeling any better by the time she gets off work we might not be doing anything.

One of these years I wanna have a fucking huge Halloween party. I'm talking costumes, a haunted house at the house, dinner... Maybe I'm just still too much of a little kid.

At any rate, I hope that everyone enjoys their Halloween. Try not to eat too much candy. Remember, it's supposed to be for the kids.

BTW, if you can find "I'll Kill You" by Akira Yamoka before reading the "story" it sets the mood a little better. If not, it's no big deal. A helpful search hint is that it's from the first Silent Hill game.

A Halloween dream:

The building itself is in the middle of nowhere. Nothing but dirt serves as the floor, inside and out. Clouds blot out the sky as they would on a rainy fall afternoon. The building itself looks like it's made of dirt as well. Enter the front door and inside there are four walls that touch each other and reach to the ceiling. The inner walls are about 5 feet away from the outer walls. This inner "building" has one door. Blood pools on the ground from under it. You reach out and open the door. On the backside there is a pigs carcass that's twice as big as you, hanging by a nail driven through it's rear leg. Skin and muscle have begun to deteriorate with this one, as you can see parts of its ribcage clearly. Inside the room there are more pig carcasses as well a human bodies and parts. Upon closer inspection, the pig on the door actually has a person inside of it. The police are outside. There are only two of them, and they're waiting for you to come out. Slowly, but loudly you begin to tell your story from inside. The police don't come in, and you don't leave. There's only words, and the results in front of you.

So maybe the song doesn't make it any better. When something sucks, it sucks. It is a dream, at any rate.