Sunday, October 21, 2012

An antic disposition?


Fuck. What.

Suddenly you’re down the rabbit hole again, twisting and turning through the endless pit of blackness beyond. There are candles set into the walls, but they all flicker out as you pass. You reach out to grab the shining gold coin that is falling just outside your reach… But your hand snags on a vine protruding from the wall of the rabbit hole. The vine wraps around your arm, making it impossible to shake free. It continues winding around your arm, ‘til it reaches your shoulder, then it extends one, long tendril to wrap itself tightly around your throat. Slowly suffocating, trapped in the darkness… That’s when you start to hear the voices. Deep, shrill, soft, loud. Yelling at you, screaming at you, talking to you, whispering to you. All saying the same thing.

“We’ll never leave you, darling. We’re the only ones you can trust. We’re the only ones who truly know how you feel. Because we are you.

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Just a little trip into the depths of my mind. Censored, of course.

I’m attempting to make this a slightly more normal blog, where I write about normal-type things, rather than just crazy rambling. The thing you guys gotta realise is, nothing interesting really happens in my life. What you’re actually reading is a crazy person's reaction to a fairly boring, ordinary life. If that entertains you, then congratulations, my blog sounds like your cup of tea. However, for everyone else...

I can;t promise to be funny, or pretty, or instructional, or even inspirational. I can only try to write about the world in a way that, hopefully, lets you see it through my eyes.

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