I hope my boss convinces my GM about getting me a new position so I can finally be happy at work. It was funny because my boss admitted how much he hated the place too and how he feels my pain but doesn't want to see me leave because he "enjoys my company and thinks I am hilarious."

Why the fuck did you call me?

I know you read this, so I just wanna know why.

And here comes that magic part.

I'm not free or tied up.

But, I'm still an animal.

There was a time when my world was filled with darkness.

But not anymore.

This big adventure across the states will be tricky,

but I think it will bring us all that much closer.

Where did our intellectual conversations go?

Houston, we have uh oh.

My sugar on the asphalt is slowly licked by the ones around me who think they know better. My attitude does not deal with this meaningless speech. I am overcrowded by the unknown and have the ringing in my ears of jane doe. She can't speak the lyrics, but she still feels the beat. If you die, then what if you turn into the mind of another person, but not there body. You would control the thoughts but not the actions. Having someone else feed off of your power. Fuck that doesn't make any sense.

Pineapple juice and Jameson.

There is only a small opening in the trees and thats where my thoughts lead. Seeing those faces flash in the light is the only hope I have of knowing what is to come. However, the same faces keep showing up, and only bad news is to bear. Except one face does not show up, and that is my greatest triumph.

I'd rather listen to drum beats all day.

Vacation

1. Atlantic Iowa,

Seeing my family, county fair

2. Indiana/Chicago

See Jacob George :)

3. Philadelphia

See my sister, eat good eats, and the beach

STOKED!

His fist hit me like pow.

How could he throw the remote?

Pushed me into the wall,

put his hand to my mouth,

and told me to be quiet

as to not wake the remaining residents

of the ransack he called home.

I unwillingly resisted,

swaying my fists,

slashing out against my morals.

Just the thought of escape had me salivating,

but I would have to plow through the blockade of human being

that faced me to achieve it.

Every time I pushed a boulder pushed me a step backward.

I couldn't feel my hands anymore,

it was almost as if they were bloody with disease

from trying to escape my once love, but now enemy.

The character of man is constantly changing, that is why we are so unpredictable.

That night her possessions littered his floor, but her body was not to be found. No morning after clutch would be had. Forced by pressure he had supple hope that he would find her first. However, the villagers found her before him. Her body was mutilated: sliced to pieces, raped, pulled teeth from pliers, nails hammered into her skull, slashes on her arms and legs from a butcher knife, nail plucked off her fingers. She had been stripped of all her dignity. The ordinary madness swirled all around the scene.

The villagers then marched to his home, convinced he was the one. They believed his sanity was at an end, and he had lost it somewhere down the road and became a salivating monster unable to sleep at night.

Spare parts, bottles, and cutlery littered the ground, the prodigal son has returned being dragged by his lifeless arms. His knees bloody from scraping the reminents of the Earth.

They strap him to the chair, hateful eyes watching as the sins the man committed will be washed with electricity. The cables entangle his body, blue, yellow, gold, and silver, each having its own purpose. Wet the sponge while waiting for the axe to fall. His last words, "never look back the past is a wilderness of horrors."

They flip the switch, he grits his teeth until he jumps over the fence and his mouth screams, his bloodshot eyes buldging. With every shock his bones and muscles are exposed.

His body falls limp at last. His heart has quit beating. He is a dead weight in an old chair that has been sat in many times to bring out the dead.

No one has the respect to bury the innocent man, so the worms begin to feed and the rats feast upon his corpse, which emanates a stench across the town square. The villagers ignore it for it confirms their hatred and deed of death.

The sky falls black and the villagers gather for their last glimpse of his corpse before it is eaten away, and they take turns spitting upon him.

A strong wind hits the town and the dark horse rides to retrieve his limp soul and jumps into the night's sky and disappears. As all the villagers drop to the ground.

ALL DEAD.

all dead.