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 "My professional psychiatric analysis is that Angry John is completely fucking insane." - Sigmund Freud |
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I was somewhat depressed by my appearance. Age was starting to creep up on me. The top half of my skull had long since rotted off, and my gums had all receded. Where my gums used to cover my upper teeth, there was now a dried parchment-like film of long-dead flesh that tightly adhered to the surface of the tooth. I could not resist. I peeled some of the dead skin up, and it tore up almost to my nose. I wished that there was some way to stop this, but this was just old age. The top of your skull rots, your gums recede, and the soft tissue around your mouth peels away. "It happens to all of us," I thought. But the cracked tooth was the worst of it. I couldn't bear the thought of my incisor cracked flat down the middle. I thought about going to the dentist to get it capped, but I hated the idea of it being ground down even more. I used to think getting your teeth capped was OK, but then I learned just how destructive to your natural tooth capping is. I looked at myself in the mirror and was just depressed. "God, I hate getting old," I thought. Permalink to this post. |
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I touched my thumb to my index finger and pain shot through both fingers. I could feel something digging from the thumb into the forefinger. I tried to pull the fingers apart but I could not. My thumb was firmly attached to my index finger. I used my other hand and tried to pull them apart. The pain was incredible. I used all of my strength and was able to finally pull my thumb free. Now there were multiple dots on my thumb, and there was now a dot on my index finger. My fingers twitched and seemed to want to touch each other. They were like magnets. I used my other hand to try to keep them apart, but it was no use. They stuck together and the dots spread. An old Japanese woman accosted me. She held a pair of chopsticks in her hand. "Stay still," she said to me. She skillfully clasped the chopsticks into one of the dots. She pulled out a huge and writhing parasite. She flicked it aside. One by one she used the chopsticks on the parasites. As she pulled them out of me I could feel them tugging from deep within me. Their tendrils went deep into me. She was pulling out things that had a firm grasp on my innards. One by one she pulled them out. My head spun. I could barely stand to watch her pull out these disgusting parasites. Permalink to this post. |
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When I got out, huge line for bathroom. One of the head curators at Disneyworld was asking me about using ARS scanners to keep track of people at Disneyworld. I said that I didn't like the way they act. Neither did he. He was wearing a business suit and tennis shoes. One guy paid 100$ to move up in line. My neighbors had a baby...it was Josh's parents. Jennifer was saying that she lost 100 pounds. I was by a car in the dark across the street, the man inside was looking at me intently. I walked across the street and told Jennifer she was full of shit. But she wasn't, she was like four feet tall...I said I can't believe she lost 100 pounds in one day...I picked her up, she weighed like 70 pounds. She was changing. She starting rattling off equations. Time and space bent. The equations were coordinates to a planet in another galaxy. Everything blurred...and the next thing I know, Jennifer was a little girl. She had three little greenish dots above her eyes in the skin. I asked her what happened to Jennifer. She cried and said, "She was too good. I put her in the clouds." I asked her what she meant, but all she would do is repeat that For some reason there was something we had to do across the street. I carried her across the street The man across the street was a cop. He got out of the car to shoot the girl. She gave me power, and I grabbed his gun and shot him. He didn't die. I shot him over and over again, but he didn't die. He pulled out another gun, and shot at me a few times. I shot the gun out of his hand and grabbed it. (first one was a .38 special, this one was a 44 magnum) I put my shoe against his head and shot him in the eye. He died. I must explain that I burned with love for this girl. I was so in love that it hurt in my chest. I cried to think about it. I had to protect her above all else. Her face was so perfect and beautiful, yet frightening at the same time. The dots above her eyes were a beautiful reminder of what she was. Later, I gave Frank the equations that she gave me. He figured out what solar system they pointed to. He asked me what happened in those seconds between getting the equations and Jennifer turning into the little girl. I couldn't remember but I think that I spent an eternity across the universe. Frank tried to explain to the girl that she traveled across the universe. I don't think she understood. I asked her what she knew about. She said, "I know what I do." I understood this, she came from an alien culture and her life was consumed with her powers. I asked her again what she knew. "What else can I do but what I do?" she asked. "Here you can do anything that you want," I said. She looked as if this were a silly idea not worth considering. Time passed, it was a blur. Ron knew what was going to happen. He had seen all this before. I was losing my mind. The love and the fear were too much to handle. I felt as if this girl was going to eat my soul. When she was not in the room I asked Ron, "I'm doomed...my soul is going to burn, isn't it?" He looked at me for a while and gave me a gentle smile, "No." Time passed, it was a blur. As I walked into the house carrying her, the narrator said "There was a porn movie on the ground, invariably." I picked it up, pulled some trash out of it to close the door of it, and put it back in its case. Two days late. The girl and I got into a fight about how I blow all the money. After I awoke The narrator was explaining why everyone was so frightened of the new style in Japan. The American girls there painted three greenish dots above each eye. Starting with an outline of yellow to give the illusion of deapth, an putting the green over it. The Spice girls. Baby spice was smoking pot. Sporty Spice was smoking something and Scary Spice asked, "Is that my other shit?" A music box playing a beautiful rhythmic melody. Permalink to this post. |
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"What the fuck you lookin' at?" he shouted at me. He was in my cube. He was towering over me. He pushed me. I was on the ground. I grabbed the knife and slashed his achilles tendons. He fell and I stabbed the knife into his eye socket. I ran down the street in a panic. I had just killed someone. This couldn't be happening. A dog crossed my path. Its muzzle was covered in wounds and blood. It looked at me. This was all so bizarre. It didn't make sense. This whole thing... And a smile crossed my face. I was dreaming. I dropped the knife. I flew into the air. The cool air rushed into my face and I could smell spring. I looked at my hand. Finally -- for the first time -- I could make fire come out of my hand. I thrust my hand forward and threw the fireball at a van. The van exploded into a magnificent explosion. A car drove by. Two blonde teenagers were in a convertible driven by some man. "I want to see their tits," I thought to myself. The girl smiled at me coyly. She raised her shirt and showed me her perfect breasts. Her areola gently blended into her white skin. They drove off, down the street. I focused on the car and it reversed back to me. The events which follow are too salacious to detail without being straight out pornographic. Suffice to say, lucid dreaming rocks. In summary, last night was a momentous occasion: I was finally able to shoot fireballs out of my hands. Permalink to this post. |
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I tried my hand at a tilted octoganal board covered with little metal bumpers that I could raise onto the board by pressing metal rods underneath the board. They were angled slightly so they popped the ball upwards. I stood on the Stage of the Ripley's believe it or not carnival game. "Step right up!" the barker shoouted. He was both an image on the video screen, and a frightening physical puppet in front of me. This thing always frightened me. "Get ya very own leprechaun doll in a crystal cube! Just five dollas!" The ancient screen with the sensors in front of me indicated that I was a scrub. I looked over at all of my friends playing video games. How did I get here? I didn't remember ever coming here. This wasn't real. I jumped into the air and accelerated toward the ceiling. I had the moment of doubt where I feared the impact would make my head explode, but it didn't. I burst through the ceiling and into the night sky. I flew through the cool breeze with total freedom in the moments before my body jarred back to reality. Permalink to this post. |
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