As the night went on we became more and more drunk. Eventually a plan was conceived to tie a sled to one of the numerous SUV’s that were there and pull one lucky individual through the snow-filled countryside at thirty miles an hour. Having no medical insurance, I opted out of the experience and chose to ride within the SUV as a spectator. ( Read more... )

So I basically cheated just to get this started.  Below are most of the entries I posted on my Myspace page, and figured since some of you aren't exactly keen on Myspace, I would repost them.  I'm hoping that this LiveJournal stuff will get me writing more, which is something I've been putting off for awhile due to the utter lack of motivation ( Read more... )

This is what happens when I go camping, get extremely drunk, and write in my journal.

A six fingered hand clutches the giant, tall in height, yet skinny in girth.  The bark has shed from this thin behemoth centuries ago.  Molting eons of time and memory leaving its frail, gray meat beneath the decayed protective shell.  It has sprouted, grown, ( Read more... )

Jake stood, holding onto the grimy, steel bar of the bus.  It made frequent stops on his way home from work.  He stared out the black tinted window.  Muted reds, yellows, and greens whizzed by leaving horizontal lines in Jake's vision.  He caught the reflection of his eyes in the glass, drowned in the flickering, fluorescent lighting.  Red fingers ( Read more... )

In the mind there is a dire sanctum where both malevolence and horror reign.  Several shadows are cast on the blood stained walls by the flicker of flame.  Numerous, violent acts of torture and agony fill its dreaded halls with a cacophony of screeches and screams.  Hope does not exist there.  But that sanctum remains hidden, lurking in the ( Read more... )

It's nights like tonight that restore my faith in the balance between forces of good and evil.

Having just woken up from a nap, I rummage through my cupboards but find nothing of interest. At that point in time, I ran through the list of fast food places still open in my mind, and settled on the Cathedral of the Golden Arches (Read: McDonalds).

I ( Read more... )

Dreams of an Insomniac

He laid on his comfortable king sized mattress. The bars of his purgatory shone in onto his bed. They grew in brighter and more radiant; from a dull bluish grey to a stinging golden yellow. He blinked.

Rolling over, he looked at the small city of empty pill containers that populated his glass nightstand. They rose ( Read more... )