Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Dear Me (Hoping it will Arrive Before it is Too Late)

Tongue tied artists born to be politicians are hunting down thoughts as we sleep. Hunger for inspiration, they beat it down and feast on it with savage fingers. They killed their prey, their helper, their freedom and their passion with a single changing thought of harvesting their creations like crops and fluffing their brains with the white noise of victory as they stand in their minds 8 feet tall and powerful, but act helpless as they do so. The defenselessness of their defensiveness turns people away for the sake of their brilliance and the preservation of their ignorance. The last gasping breath of creativity breaks in the air as the artist is unknowingly left alone in their self-respected genius in the sufficating night they wish to call home.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Black Brain (School safe version (kind of))

"I Dreamed (I died)" by Devildriver
Destroy all or nothing
I dreamed I died, ended up at the gates of Heaven
Greeted by a man Saint someone, said how's the ride son?
It's been alright, at times a little rough, why am I here?
You did alright, lived a little dark and that's alright
'Cause we made the darkside and the rightside is to have no fear, no fear
My whole life flashed in front of me
I saw everything that I was and what I had done
Even let me look back on some good times for a little fun
Yes, a little fun
And then I heard d--n boy you done good
Did the every little thing that you could
And then I heard d--n boy you done good
D--n good
When you hear the call, bury them all
Destroy all or nothing
When I hear the call, I will bury them all
I will destroy all or nothing
When the sky opened up and the clouds parted clear
There wasn't any doubt to why I was here
And I knew I'd done a good job, the best job that I could do
So now it was time to move on, to get on, to get back
To the question of why I was here and what I had learned, no fear
My whole life flashed in front of me
I saw everything that I was and what I had done
Even let me look back on some good times for a little fun
Yes, a little fun
And then I heard d--n boy you done good
Did every little thing that you could
And then I heard d--n boy you done good
D--n good
When you hear the call, bury them all
Destroy all or nothing
When I hear the call, I will bury them all
I will destroy all or nothing
My whole life flashed in front of my eyes
G-dd--n, wake up, bad dream, bad dream
When you hear the call, bury them all
Destroy all or nothing
When I hear the call, I will bury them all
I will destroy all or nothing

Black Brain
My body was pressed against a hardwood floor with a raging headache pounding into my brain. A hand gripping hard against my neck, slowly closing my right for air. My eyes were ripped open to the horror of my death. The head looked like a layer of skin was tightly stretched over its skull. A mouth hole seemed to be ripped an inch out of place revealing the grayness in its teeth. No eyes looked back at me, not even a marking or dent of where the eyes should be. The body seemed to be covered in leather, many bits of leather poorly stitched together in a striped pattern as if to mimic a shirt. The skin on the hand was loose and shifting around.
It stood up and gave a disgusting pig like squeal. I couldn’t move even when it let go, my body felt hundreds of pounds heavier. I wish I could have turned away from what happened next. It stuck its nails under the layer of leather it wore and with another squeal, it began to rip it off piece by piece with stitches flying out and all that was left was muscle…pure, pulsing, bleeding muscle. The skin on the hands fell off revealing sharpened bloody bones.
I tried the hardest I could to scream in some way, but nothing would come out and all I was left with was the distorted smile of a bleeding monster. And with a final breath, it lunged at me. The claws were seconds from tearing into my face when I woke up nearly jumping off my bed.
I lied there silently as my eyes drifted across the room to make sure I wasn’t still dreaming. The heavy feeling stayed with me even an hour after I woke up. I couldn’t get back to sleep for the life of me…ha!
Everything seemed to stand still in time for a while with the unmoving darkness and the humidity around me. It became hard to breathe for a moment or so. I got up and left my bedroom in an attempt to calm myself down. It was 3 in the morning and I knew everybody would be asleep. Except for my friend Terry, he was always up watching movies.
I looked around the living room for my phone, for some reason it was on the floor laying opened. I didn’t think much of it at the time. I picked the phone up and scrolled right down to Terry’s number and waited for him to pick up. It took a moment before he finally picked up, he had the volume blasting from the T.V. and it had to be a horror of some kind from all the screaming. The irony made me chuckle a little.
“Hey, who’s this?” He shouted to be heard over the movie. The screaming seemed to take forever and I couldn’t just wait hoping for a moment of silence to come by.
“Turn it down!” I shouted back.
“I don’t know a Turner Doe” He yelled with such an oblivious tone.
“No, it’s John. You’re an idiot.” My headache started to come back. Pulsing hard and quick with each moment of screaming that went by.
“Oh, John” He said as he finally turned down the volume. “What’s up?”
“Hey man. Not much, just having trouble getting to sleep. What movie are you watching?” My headache eventually died down with the volume.
“Texas Chainsaw Massacre. The original one, not the remakes. It’s completely different from the remakes.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ve seen the movie too.” Now thinking about it, I would have never gotten to a quiet part in that movie.
There was a sudden creaking sound behind me. I twisted around looking for the source but I saw nothing. I knew that this was all too much.
“Terry, I’m coming over.”
“Alright dude. The front door will be open.” With those last words, I hung up. The sound came again, this time from the kitchen. I tiptoed my way to the kitchen, keeping an eye out for any intruders, fantasizing the kind of beat down justice I would lay down on them.
No one was in the kitchen, no windows were open and no doors were unlocked. For a moment, I thought I was imagining things. But then I heard it again, something was messing with me and I wasn’t going to let them win. I grabbed a butcher knife from a kitchen drawer, the metal shined in the moonlight like a brilliantly bright savior. I didn’t plan on using it at all, just to scare whoever was playing games with me.
Exiting the kitchen, I felt a kind of heroicness in me. It merely fueled my need to win. I practically marched right into the room like an oblivious idiot and that’s when I saw it…him…it. Standing there with a wide grin on its (his) face. I just stood in shock as it crept closer to me. Three steps in and all of a sudden, it lunged right at me. Instinct took over and I stabbed him (it) right in the throat. It just stood there for a moment with a confused look on its face. I couldn’t believe it, no screaming, no trembling, and no falling to its knees. It just stood there with the blade right in its throat. Its hand came up and ripped the blade out. Blood just came gushing out of its throat, so much blood and so little of a reaction.
And then I ran. I ran as fast as I could out of the room and ran back to the kitchen. I grabbed another knife and squatted down below the counter. I heard it slowly walk from the room to the kitchen. I didn’t realize at the time that I had left foot tracks of blood to my location. I waited until it got into sight and I lunged at it with a new knife, this time landing right into the side of the head. I ripped out the knife and kept stabbing away at it (him). It didn’t bother me until I was done, how much more human he (it) looked (or would have looked) in the light until I was done slaughtering.
“It’s a zombie. It has to be, nothing else could take that many hits and keep standing…unless it was a crack addict…No, definitely a zombie.” Then that’s when it hit me. I killed it (or re-killed it). I panicked, paced around and babbled how I was going to jail and was going to get the death penalty. But then when I looked back down at the body of the practically headless ‘zombie’ I knew what needed to be done.
I grabbed an old gym bag that was just taking up space in my closet and brought it out to the blood-flooded kitchen where the body (thankfully) still remained. I already knew the first problem: He was too big to fit in the bag. I thought and thought about what I could do, but only one thing would come to my mind and I cringed at the thought. I really didn’t have a choice at the time and I needed to pack the body quick.
So I walked out to the garage, with knife in hand, looking around and in the corner of my eye, I saw it. An axe I bought two years ago for a camping trip I didn’t go on. I grabbed it right under the blade. The weight felt powerful in my hands, the blade was still sharp. After a minute or two of admiring the craftsmanship of it, I walked back into the house and straight to the kitchen. I stood there for a moment staring at this walking dead, wondering how many more were in (or outside) my home.
I lifted the axe above my head but I couldn’t bring it down right away. I tried to imagine that I was just chopping wood and brought the first swing down. My imagination died when the blood splattered everywhere. I started with the legs, chopping at the knees and then the thighs. I did the same with the arms, started at the elbows and moved to the shoulders and with every swing I kept screaming. I screamed until my voice went hoarse. I was covered in blood and afraid for my life whether it was fear of more of them or fear that my life will never be the same again. With one last swing, I chopped the partial head right off.
I packed the body away and ran out of the house. I threw the body in the back seat and hopped in the driver’s side and backed out of the drive way as calmly as possible, though it was kind of pointless after the screaming and the squealing. I’m almost certain the cops would be there in the matter of hours
I grabbed the bag and jetted to the door. I started to wonder if this thing spread through the city and then I started picturing the horror movie like scenario that could play out. I reached the door and stood there staring at it waiting for something to bust out at me. I reached out for the knob, the cold metal sent a horrible chill down my spine. I slowly crept the door open and walked in and saw Terry sitting on the couch with his girlfriend Jessica.
“Hey John, what took you?” Terry laughed out as they both tore their eyes away from the screen.
“Hey, I need to talk to you in the kitchen, Terry.” I said with a bit of hesitation in my voice. I switched my glance over to Jessica. Her appearance was a surprise to me and to be perfectly honest, I would have preferred if she wasn’t here. “Hey, I didn’t know you would be here.”
“Yeah, I got here a little bit ago, Terry told me you were coming over.” She replied with such on ironic smile. I stood there in silence and every moment became heavier and heavier. Terry got up and walked towards me with a puzzled look on his face.
“Are you okay, you look a little pale? What’s with the gym bag?” He asked as my nervousness exponentially exploded.
“I need to talk to you in the kitchen.” I whispered as if some spy was listening in on us.
“Alright, whatever you say.” We walked into the kitchen with my gym bag still clutched tightly. Jessica stayed glued to the T.V. watching “Death Race 2000.”
“Okay, so what’s going on?” Terry seemed ready for anything. Always so comfortable about the world. I must have seemed really weird, my palms were sweating like crazy and my throat still burned from the screaming. I placed the bag on the table and just looked at him for moment, then I switched my gaze to the bag. His eyes also shifted to the bag as if it was some dark secret that we swore never to speak of. He walked to the table and grabbed the zipper, sliding it down little by little nearly killed me right there. He stared at the inside of the bag for a good minute and then he smiled which is a reaction I didn’t see coming.
“What is this? Some kind of Halloween decoration?” He lifted the forearm out of the bag. I could see the blood crusted around the open end. I shuddered at the sight of the monster‘s disconnected limb.
“Terry, it isn’t a decoration. It is an actual body.” I stuttered and his eyes grew wide and his smile faded away. He dropped the arm back into the bag. We stood in silence in the moments before the rest of our lives. More came and events got bloody. I don’t think anyone was ready within two months; the whole landscape was covered in human bodies. Only a few of us remain and we are barely able to survive in this world.