I was a little embarrassed about being under-dressed for my own funeral. I stood a short distance away, while the graveside service was conducted. I was fuming mad; I hadn't wanted to be buried, I wanted to be parted out to organ donation, or shipped off to a corpse farm. But here I was, being dumped in the ground while a squad of bored soldiers conducted the veteran's funeral.
Worse, this damn tunnel kept appearing, with this bright light at the end, relatives beckoning, etc. Screw that, I'm not going. Tucson suits me just fine, thank you very much. You bastards have YOUR idea of Heaven, I have mine. Leave me the hell alone.
Sometimes, when I walk around, people shiver or jump...Especially when I'm in a mood, and I just walk right through them. To hell with the living, I hate them all. They don't know what they've got, and they waste their days worrying about unimportant shit, as well as being rotten to each other for no apparent reason. Bastards. If any of you could see the look on my face, you'd run to the nearest church and never, ever leave.
Sometimes I howl in peoples' ears. That's usually good for a laugh...They can't hear me, but they can sense me, and then they walk around like a nervous cat all day.
The universe is entirely composed of my hate, when viewed from my eyes. Utter and complete loathing - and envy, especially envy - clawing at my guts, of all things that still draw breath. Interestingly enough, that damn tunnel has stopped appearing. So that's a plus.
Okay for Eternity,
Dok
Your dreams freak me the fuck out.
Good goddamn. :eek:
When you die, I am avoiding Tucson like the plague it is.
But Tucson is EVERYWHERE.
I dont know what type of feedback you want from this series but, I for one would like to have dreams and/or nightmares, the best i can do right now is a week full of 03:00am insomnia and one day of stone dead 15 hour sleep; dreams are kind of the recycling bin for experience, and my experience seems to be rotting up somewhere around the corners of my mind.
Oh my god :eek:
Quote from: stelz on May 31, 2013, 07:57:39 PM
But Tucson is EVERYWHERE.
Then Dok dies and becomes the Holy Spirit. :horrormirth:
I work where they do the parting-out...BTW, when they recover skin form a cadaver, they peel them rather like a reverse t-shirt, so you still have something that people can look at and say "He looks so peaceful."
...But I digress...
I was patrolling the upstairs office area one night and right behind me, I heard a male voice say in English with a Spanish lilt "Well! THIS is not what I expected!"
I immediately checked the whole floor, nobody on the floor, nobody going down the stairs or the elevator.
Gray-filed that...
Quote from: hylierandom, A.D.D. on June 01, 2013, 01:48:05 AM
I work where they do the parting-out...BTW, when they recover skin form a cadaver, they peel them rather like a reverse t-shirt, so you still have something that people can look at and say "He looks so peaceful."
...But I digress...
I was patrolling the upstairs office area one night and right behind me, I heard a male voice say in English with a Spanish lilt "Well! THIS is not what I expected!"
I immediately checked the whole floor, nobody on the floor, nobody going down the stairs or the elevator.
Gray-filed that...
Oh hey, a friend of mine is in the tissue recovery business! Cordelia the Enucleator!
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 31, 2013, 05:05:55 PM
I was a little embarrassed about being under-dressed for my own funeral. I stood a short distance away, while the graveside service was conducted. I was fuming mad; I hadn't wanted to be buried, I wanted to be parted out to organ donation, or shipped off to a corpse farm. But here I was, being dumped in the ground while a squad of bored soldiers conducted the veteran's funeral.
Worse, this damn tunnel kept appearing, with this bright light at the end, relatives beckoning, etc. Screw that, I'm not going. Tucson suits me just fine, thank you very much. You bastards have YOUR idea of Heaven, I have mine. Leave me the hell alone.
Sometimes, when I walk around, people shiver or jump...Especially when I'm in a mood, and I just walk right through them. To hell with the living, I hate them all. They don't know what they've got, and they waste their days worrying about unimportant shit, as well as being rotten to each other for no apparent reason. Bastards. If any of you could see the look on my face, you'd run to the nearest church and never, ever leave.
Sometimes I howl in peoples' ears. That's usually good for a laugh...They can't hear me, but they can sense me, and then they walk around like a nervous cat all day.
The universe is entirely composed of my hate, when viewed from my eyes. Utter and complete loathing - and envy, especially envy - clawing at my guts, of all things that still draw breath. Interestingly enough, that damn tunnel has stopped appearing. So that's a plus.
Okay for Eternity,
Dok
GODDAMNIT DOK. Explain this shit.
Why aren't you yelling in the legislator's ear?
Poking your ass into Grant's Tomb, or so many of the other crazy elite hide outs?
Or forget this mess of a world, figuring out the effed up eternal storms on Jupiter or Saturn.
BLAAARRRRR!!
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on June 01, 2013, 07:57:36 PM
Quote from: hylierandom, A.D.D. on June 01, 2013, 01:48:05 AM
I work where they do the parting-out...BTW, when they recover skin form a cadaver, they peel them rather like a reverse t-shirt, so you still have something that people can look at and say "He looks so peaceful."
...But I digress...
I was patrolling the upstairs office area one night and right behind me, I heard a male voice say in English with a Spanish lilt "Well! THIS is not what I expected!"
I immediately checked the whole floor, nobody on the floor, nobody going down the stairs or the elevator.
Gray-filed that...
Oh hey, a friend of mine is in the tissue recovery business! Cordelia the Enucleator!
I'm just the guard here, outside contractor. But I have thought about trying to get trained for tissue recovery.
Quote from: Richter on June 02, 2013, 01:34:21 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 31, 2013, 05:05:55 PM
I was a little embarrassed about being under-dressed for my own funeral. I stood a short distance away, while the graveside service was conducted. I was fuming mad; I hadn't wanted to be buried, I wanted to be parted out to organ donation, or shipped off to a corpse farm. But here I was, being dumped in the ground while a squad of bored soldiers conducted the veteran's funeral.
Worse, this damn tunnel kept appearing, with this bright light at the end, relatives beckoning, etc. Screw that, I'm not going. Tucson suits me just fine, thank you very much. You bastards have YOUR idea of Heaven, I have mine. Leave me the hell alone.
Sometimes, when I walk around, people shiver or jump...Especially when I'm in a mood, and I just walk right through them. To hell with the living, I hate them all. They don't know what they've got, and they waste their days worrying about unimportant shit, as well as being rotten to each other for no apparent reason. Bastards. If any of you could see the look on my face, you'd run to the nearest church and never, ever leave.
Sometimes I howl in peoples' ears. That's usually good for a laugh...They can't hear me, but they can sense me, and then they walk around like a nervous cat all day.
The universe is entirely composed of my hate, when viewed from my eyes. Utter and complete loathing - and envy, especially envy - clawing at my guts, of all things that still draw breath. Interestingly enough, that damn tunnel has stopped appearing. So that's a plus.
Okay for Eternity,
Dok
GODDAMNIT DOK. Explain this shit.
Why aren't you yelling in the legislator's ear?
Poking your ass into Grant's Tomb, or so many of the other crazy elite hide outs?
Or forget this mess of a world, figuring out the effed up eternal storms on Jupiter or Saturn.
BLAAARRRRR!!
Wouldn't help.