he says, they break the most beautiful things...

breathe in

so i am filling out my neurocam application. the thing is *nothing interesting has happened today*. i have been jumping at shadows for the past 4 hours and nothing. i have been grumpy but that is a given. i haven't yelled at anyone tongiht. it has been rather slow. maybe that's what i'm supposed to notice. the utter normalcy of modern life. and how it just sucks.

breathe out

lately i just am overwhelmed by the amount of socio-political-religious bullshit that i have to put up with on a daily basis. earlier my soap was interrupted by the collapse of the pope. a frail ailing man gets in the way of my daily dose of fantasy life. how dare he. typical catholic. and now i am probably supposed to feel guilty for making fun of a dying man. the man has been dying his whole life, that's what life is. out of anyone on this planet isn't he the one built up to be most prepared for whatever is supposed to happen after the lights go out? shouldn't the death of a man as influential and glorified as he be held up in respect and not sadness? no. the mindless sheep out there have to cry apocalypse and rapture just because a wise, albeit misguided, man is leaving their position of false leadership. notice how they strategically announced this misfortune at 11:30 pm in rome, in other words the middle of the day in the good ole devil country across the pond. the should have just held up a sign that said REPENT and been done with it. i'll repent only after i have sinned. quick who has the lube?

ventilate (FICTION)

letter found in the dead letter office, lincoln NE

J.
1287 Park Avenue West
(smudes here, unreadable)

you have been warned. in the next four days you will see the signs. you didn't listen, and this one is actually finding what he seeks. he found the knife. he found the book. and he found you. and you actually did nothing to stop him. you like this don't you? you like that there will be a war. you like the strife. maybe all the stories they used to tell about you were true. and to think, i used to defend you. there are rumors going around that you are actually helping him. i wouldn't be surprised. you always did like the underdog. do you think this will do what you didn't all those years ago? regardless, like i said you have been warned. i still will give you one more chance to reprieve. the signs will begin at dawn tomorrow. and then by my sword, you will burn.

fucking traitor.

sincerely, michael

nebulize

chop suey - system of a down