This is what I think... f*ck you.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Illiterary
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Woman Cuts Off Husbands Penis, Again... DMV Employee Nice to Me for the First Time
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Dream Journal: Entry Two
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Key Art: Entry Three
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Key Art: Entry Two
Friday, April 15, 2011
Key Art: Entry One
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Dream Journal: Entry One
I am inside a crumbling Victorian mansion. Two stories. I have been here before.
I am with my friend. This friend I have never seen him before in my waking life. He is stocky with glasses and slightly curly hair. He could be Jonah Hill but he isn't.
We are upstairs and I am filled with dread. An aristocratic vampire of great power resides in this crumbling mansion and he springs on us from the gloom. He seizes my Jonah Hill-type friend and bites into his neck. There is nothing I can do to aid him so I bolt to escape through one of the windows, fearing for my own life.
I fall out of the second story and land in a heap on the overgrown lawn. Afternoon and the sun still hangs in the sky. I look up to the window where I have fallen from and make eye-contact with the ghoul inside. I don't hear his words but his message is communicated to me. When the sun goes down, he is coming after me.
I am in my car, the make and model unknown. I am in an industrial area of what could be Long Beach and it is still the same afternoon. I find a bundle of small stakes for fencing purposes and feeling lucky to have stumbled upon them, pick them up and toss them into the back seat of the car.
Arriving at my mother's home, I enter through the front door and finding her, I frantically recount the tale of my encounter with the vampire. I end with a request for her to gather up all the crucifixes she has in her house and bring them to me. She does not believe the story but sensing my distress, humors me by supplying the crucifixes. At this time, my brother enters through the door and greets us. While my mother fills him in on my outlandish story, I run outside to fetch the stakes from the car.
When I re-enter my mother’s home, just inside the front door, I find the vampire and my friend in wait.
The vampire has transformed my friend into one of his kind.
Crossing my stakes, forming an “t”, I force them both into a corner near the door. Taking what chance I have, I leap forward and drive one of the stakes into my friend’s chest, piercing his heart and killing him. Blood gushes from the wound and he collapses.
I retreat to find my mother and brother, who now facing the vampire in the flesh, believe my tale whole-heartedly.
I take a cross from my mother’s hand, a small wooden keepsake of her father, a minister, the face of Jesus Christ sculpted at the center of the cross. Using the relic, I attempt to force the ghoul into a corner where I will attempt to slay him. His face sinks in color, becoming a cold, corpulant, green and his eyes turn into dark crimson. My zeal and strength are not enough to subdue him though and the vampire is able to overcome the force of the cross in my hand.
Power returns to him and he prepares to attack us
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Later that same night...
I am in a residential neighborhood, streets lined with leafy trees. It's kind of like Marty McFly's neighborhood in Back to the Future.