My dream centered
around the end of the world. Oddly
enough, before the end occured everything seemed rather Eden-esque. People were walking around neighborhoods
peacefully, interacting with normally wild animals, etc. There was very little impending doom type
mentality. Even though it was obvious
that the end was nigh. People seemed to
accept their fate. I myself was slightly
nervous. I had taken a walk with one of
my daughters outdoors to do a bit of snake watching. Apparently our neighborhood was populated by
several species of large constrictors. While walking along a path, I looked out
towards the horizon and saw the beginning of the end. A storm of such magnitude and intensity that
it took my breath away. I was
immediately terrified for the well being of my children and loved ones. Water began to accumulate on the ground
without the benefit of rain. It became
obvious that even though my daughter and I were a short distance from our home
the water would soon be above our heads and we would need to swim. Arriving home as quickly as only a dream will
allow, I found everyone in a state of panic.
Water filled the house to the middle of the second floor but was showing
signs of slowing. Placing the smaller
children on crown molding, etc to get them to hold on I broke out an upstairs
window and began to move people to the roof.
First was my dog, then the children and other adults. I climbed to the roof myself and looked out
at the devastated city. I told everyone
to hang on as long as they could, that I was going to swim to the nearby marina
and steal a boat. I would return. If they were there when I came back they
would be saved. If not, I would mourn
greatly.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
CB
“That’s
the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something
bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you
drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something
happen.”
Charles Bukowski
Sung to the tune of Clouds in My Coffee
I walked into the Fet
club
You wore my collar
and that was a lot
My fly strategically
undone to my balls
I smelled like
expensive pot
I had one eye on your
perfect ass
But the dancer on
stage was hot
And all the girls
dreamed that they'd get my penis
They'd get my penis,
and
I'm so Vain
I fuckn' know this song is about me
I'm so vain
I fuckn' know this
song is about me
'bout Me! 'bout Me!
I had you several
years ago
When you were really
naive
I lied and said we
made such a pretty pair
And that I would
never leave
But I got bored with
sticking your ass
And chucked you to
the weeds
It was my dream, to
jizz in your asshole
I Jizzed in your
Asshole
I'm so Vain
I fuckn' know this song is about me
I'm so vain
I fuckn' know this
song is about me
'bout Me! 'bout Me!
'bout Me!
Oh by the way, I told
all of my best friends
That I jizzed in your
asshole, and
I'm so Vain
I fuckn' know this song is about me
I'm so vain
I fuckn' know this
song is about me
'bout Me! 'bout Me!
'bout Me!
Well you heard I went
up to Orlando
And that I naturally
got laid
Then I drove myself
down to Miami Beach
When you're with that
guy who treats you nice
You're still thinking
of me
I'm so Vain
I fuckn' know this song is about me
I'm so vain
I fuckn' know this
song is about me
'bout Me! 'bout Me!
'bout Me!
I, Monster (an internet based digital comic)
I'm on fire!
[Picture of flames licking up dramatically from bottom of panel one]
Not in the sense that I'm doing amazing things with my life right now, I'm literally burning to a crisp.
[Figure staggering across panel two, solidly built, engulfed in flames]
I closed my eyes thirty seconds ago, but my eyelids have burned off and all I can see is a flaming red haze.
[Slightly more defined figure, inhuman features? still staggering across panel three, still engulfed in flames]
Why do angry mobs always use fire? They've never had to deal with a third degree burn down to the bone, I'll wager.
[tops of torches march across panel four]
It takes months to regrow skin and muscle without competent medical care.
[close up of figure, still staggering across panel five, still engulfed in flames, tissue sloughing off onto the ground]
In months I will come back. The bones will crack, the blood will spill and they will come with torches again.
[clenched fist, middle of panel six, engulfed in flames]
This is what I am.
[burnt figure, smoke rising, back turned in panel seven]
I, Monster.
02.04.13
Originally written 02.04.13, ink on steno
Nice people don't necessarily fall in love with nice people.
greg
Nice people don't necessarily fall in love with nice people.
greg
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