Scum, damn damn scum
{Post edit 20060322, just came back to look at this post today, as much as I dont wanna change since it speaks well of state of mind when your really tired and cant sleep...at the very least I am going to edit out the {BAD} words youll get the idea}
A weird trip in a hotel room in korea, a long thin room like a wide hall. Paper thin walls and strange little toilet with a hair trigger for a flushing mechanism, with the power a an aircraft vacuum power flush behind the thing…scared the s{poop}t out of me when I flushed it the first time…and whats up with these large f{@%}king neaderthal feet on the other side if the room…this is like bad HST story with no drugs, I think. “Fear and Loathing in what the fuck am I doing here”, and go figure there is a war going on on the TV…then the heat, god the fucking heat in here! Man! There is a war going on man, people aredying man! I need another beer, and a cigarette would be nice. Sleep, preciouse sleep should come soon.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
What the helll am I doing here? Christ this room is so long I feel like am inside I feel like in a cathedral, hell the door is so far away…if there was fire I don’t think I could conveivably make it to the door with out running out of breath. And thelights lord these damnd lights, two of them floresent ones that are so bright you almost think they were the eyes of God himself peeking in on us! They give new meaning to wearing sunglasses in doors!
Damn Im cold, where did my cloths go? Cool, groovy, hip and square…groooovvvy, I wish that fan in the bathroom would just shut up! My head just meer a foot or two from the monster vacuum toilet. God help me I going to be trapped here until next frieday at least. Before I leave idont think murder will be entirely out of the question (picture me belting down the door on theother side of the bathroom, foam at the mouth, the stink of beer on my bare chest…crazy laugh while I weild a large and rather sharp hunting knife…or maybe picture the knife between my teeth while I pull myself onto the other bed, crazed madnees in my eyes while I plot my satisfaction on the sleeping heap in the bed…for some reason I have to pull meself along by my arms cuase I have lost the function of my legs). I wonder if I can leave this place with out getting caught. Would international laws apply in that case? I wonder if Japan has some kind of extridtion treaty with Korea…maybe mexico would be better, to avoid arrest that is? Look at this I cant even spell im so freakin tired, screw it gonna post anyway
I wonder if the American dream is sleeping somewhere in Iraq? Maybe someone else is dreaming it now, cause Idont think we dream much anymore, what with all the multitasking, and ADD and 500 channels, hell most Americans don’t get enough sleep anyway, so why the should we?…that’s what they say on news anyway.
F{@%}k im horny
Its 1155 in thepm, so why the hell is someone taking a shower this time of night! Mother of God what the hell am Idoing here? 1.43 weeks, 10 days, 240.2 hours, 14,400.99 Minutes, there goes that f{@%}king toilet again, 864,059.11 Seconds…scum. Damn scum…
And what the hell is with the intense urge for a cigarette?! Damn nicotine. What is up with that anyway, “Im going to breath in some smoke and wow I feel so good” its so stupid, don’t tell me its not good for you, your breathing in smoke for the Christ sake. A by product of fire!
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
There ya go, now I have gone and missed the point of this….maybe I have missed the point of a lot of things.
A weird trip in a hotel room in korea, a long thin room like a wide hall. Paper thin walls and strange little toilet with a hair trigger for a flushing mechanism, with the power a an aircraft vacuum power flush behind the thing…scared the s{poop}t out of me when I flushed it the first time…and whats up with these large f{@%}king neaderthal feet on the other side if the room…this is like bad HST story with no drugs, I think. “Fear and Loathing in what the fuck am I doing here”, and go figure there is a war going on on the TV…then the heat, god the fucking heat in here! Man! There is a war going on man, people aredying man! I need another beer, and a cigarette would be nice. Sleep, preciouse sleep should come soon.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
What the helll am I doing here? Christ this room is so long I feel like am inside I feel like in a cathedral, hell the door is so far away…if there was fire I don’t think I could conveivably make it to the door with out running out of breath. And thelights lord these damnd lights, two of them floresent ones that are so bright you almost think they were the eyes of God himself peeking in on us! They give new meaning to wearing sunglasses in doors!
Damn Im cold, where did my cloths go? Cool, groovy, hip and square…groooovvvy, I wish that fan in the bathroom would just shut up! My head just meer a foot or two from the monster vacuum toilet. God help me I going to be trapped here until next frieday at least. Before I leave idont think murder will be entirely out of the question (picture me belting down the door on theother side of the bathroom, foam at the mouth, the stink of beer on my bare chest…crazy laugh while I weild a large and rather sharp hunting knife…or maybe picture the knife between my teeth while I pull myself onto the other bed, crazed madnees in my eyes while I plot my satisfaction on the sleeping heap in the bed…for some reason I have to pull meself along by my arms cuase I have lost the function of my legs). I wonder if I can leave this place with out getting caught. Would international laws apply in that case? I wonder if Japan has some kind of extridtion treaty with Korea…maybe mexico would be better, to avoid arrest that is? Look at this I cant even spell im so freakin tired, screw it gonna post anyway
I wonder if the American dream is sleeping somewhere in Iraq? Maybe someone else is dreaming it now, cause Idont think we dream much anymore, what with all the multitasking, and ADD and 500 channels, hell most Americans don’t get enough sleep anyway, so why the should we?…that’s what they say on news anyway.
F{@%}k im horny
Its 1155 in thepm, so why the hell is someone taking a shower this time of night! Mother of God what the hell am Idoing here? 1.43 weeks, 10 days, 240.2 hours, 14,400.99 Minutes, there goes that f{@%}king toilet again, 864,059.11 Seconds…scum. Damn scum…
And what the hell is with the intense urge for a cigarette?! Damn nicotine. What is up with that anyway, “Im going to breath in some smoke and wow I feel so good” its so stupid, don’t tell me its not good for you, your breathing in smoke for the Christ sake. A by product of fire!
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
There ya go, now I have gone and missed the point of this….maybe I have missed the point of a lot of things.
posted by The Practitioner at 3/22/2006 08:47:00 AM
1 Comments:
An expose into the mind of an insomniac...I should have thought of doing that a lot sooner, like during that 3 day fest of poetry, beer, wine, and suicide girls. Somewhere in that story a part of me woke up and said "Damn right brother, I'll get my hatchet and we'll see if they let sleep dogs lay: insert maniacle laughter." You know, sleep deprivation is my best friend, next to Stoli but I think of it as a celebration of self and a chance to get in touch with your self...not to mention it brings out your true nature, maybe that's why I'm so repressed I sleep too much.
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