|suffer not a witch to live.
||[Oct. 3rd, 2004|11:08 am]
|||||crown me king & stephen trask- like i killed the giants.||]|
the gunslinger fled across the field of roses, & the man in black followed. not like anyone can distinguish the diffrence in my story. i too seek to restore the dark tower, with magic & lead. however, i know the truth. he that dwells in the top-most chamber of the tower must die. there is nothing else to be done, you know. the jangle of my spurs is the tolling of the bell as far as that motherfucker is concerned. i'll desecrate everything. fuck that. i'll execrate everything, right before i concecrate it to heaven. heaven, sinister & dexter, sephiroth & qlippoth. i will set the world ablaze to burn off the dross that is humanity. pass through the forge oh my brothers. you never were a plowshare, despite all the muck they made you till.
i had another bad dream about jenny last night. she slept on the couch, in the "real" world. in the "real" world, she also has a snaggle tooth, & we spent last night drinking beer & eating tacos & watching buffy the vampire slayer. the couch sleeping was because she stayed up till 3:30, playing on the computer, unable to sleep. i don't remember the dream. not a nightmare; just a bad dream. something tasting of betrayal & abandonment. well screw you subconscious. maybe you didn't hear the news? but i'm in a nice murderous rage. i'll kill ego & id if you let your guard down. we'll be that black monolith that stands behind the lie. you want to flinch? i'll leave james a bloody mess. i'll jack up mordicai till there ain't nothing left but the metal plate in his head. it will be m, & he'll be ready for the battle with heaven. don't even think for a minute i won't. if there is one thing i havn't lost, its my hate. i can turn it on myself as easy as anything else.