ironroot
Pinkerton
Registered: Aug 2000
Location: Miami, FL
Posts: 528 |
 i just had a dream.
i woke up sweating from this dream. i think it would make a cool ass book.
My friend and I have killed many people. He has a beard and always wears a john deer hat, and sunglasses no matter what. And always saying cryptic sayings, but he is a great killer. We escape from cops in hotel with help of mexicans, drive with mexicans to old convience store, talk to wman behind the counter and ask for help stay with hick family for a while, little hick kids entertain and make me feel love again.
She gives us the car in parking lot, an old 1970s ferarri, before we are able to leave she grabs onto the open window and starts spurting advice at us. We are serial killers. We hve killed maybe 100 people. We drive to a hotel that is a duplex. We stay there for 1 week, under permission of the owner. Another ltitle girl, from my old school comes in, and we live with her for a bit. The cops come, and I must run away with only myself, none of my belongings. The news has always been one step behind us. I run, run, run. I steal another car, and drive for some reason back to the hotel perhaps 2 days later. No one is there when I arrive, but a man in the hallway acrross from me, in a blue jumpsuit with a long mustache. He tells me that my father is in my old room, waiting for me. I go in togather my old things, and talk with my father. I break down crying, actually feeling remorse now for what I’ve done in my teenage youthful stupidity, and tell my father that I am going to kill myself very soon. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in jail or on death row, I shout at him in between huge sobs. I gather my old bass strap, that was left behind after the raid, and a duffel bag full of clothes. That is all I need, for some reason. I get back into the car I stole, and go to a gas station for gas. The attendant doesn’t recoginze who I am despite my being on the news for weeks. I drive back to my home town, and return to my old school. It is at night, and a play is being performed by the drama club. I meet some of my old friends there, and they have no clue what I ‘ve done. They jus thought ive been sick or something. We go into watch the play, in a surpringly large auditorium with 2 stories and tables to sit and eat at. After five minutes of watching the play, I leave, and walk across a catwalk between stories. The sky is almost blue around me, because of the lights and the moonlight. I meet a girl there, and she tells me that I am going to die very soon. I know, I say. I get into my car, and I drive to my neighbors hosue. These people have never liked me, but it always seems like summer in their house. The father is always trying to get the son to wear red tanktops for some reason, but his son has other plans. He runs a store out of his room most of the day, selling old electronics to local kids to take apart. He goes out into the pool and begins to swim, while I observe noting the clear blue and crisp looking surroundings, the lush greens. There is a new shiny red lawn mower next to the pool, the son just bought it for his dad with his funds he got from his store. I find another tank top, and I tell the kid to pour ammonia and methyl alcohol on it. He doesn’t know what that does, and goes and pours it on. His dad just then walks in holding the red tank top he wants his son to wear, and I take a huge sniff of the chlorine gas tank top. I fall to the ground, dead. Its so sad, a narrator says. The father and son walk away.
please ignore any spelling errors, i wrote it down as soon as i got up. which was now.
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ahh ahh,autopilot..no control
ahh ahh,autopilot..no control
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03-17-2001 01:29 PM
