a post from march 1st 2010

a starry night

with a full moon, the longest, aimless walk gave a reward of the best meal with a heartfelt most terrific conversation, a very random conicidence meeting with an old friend at the subwaystation and proceeded into moments of human tragedy. the homeless women were two, one sitting mumbling on the other side of me and the other lying down, sleeping. she wet herself three times, her friend yelled at her to get her pants up and have a little self respect. how am i so damn lucky?
i asked a fellow trainpassanger if there wasn't anything we could do. we exchanged words. he was close to seventy i presume. we got out on my stop then he insisted on carrying my bag. we went to the subway attendants to see if they could or would do anything. i felt uneasy as he insisted on carrying my bag down the stairs and onward in my direction. i briskly walked to my street where he studdered " here's my number " my heart sank even further than it had from the train ride. i was amazed at my frankness when i asked him " what for? a romantic thing? " he then said " for..for...anything" my heart raced, somewhere in my stomach, and i said " no i'm sorry. that's not possible and i think it's best you keep your number, goodnight." i then hurried back home, which seemed an impossibly long walk, thinking " what the hell have i gotten myself into? this man could be albert fish for all i know". i felt dizzy i was so scared...

two cats don't have too much to say

darkness engulfing a peculiar building in front of cliffs in a valley. solar powered christmas lights dangling in the invisible wind. house once run by child molesters, kept safe under the catholic wing. now long after their expiration, transitioning into a loving home. on top of the rock behind the house, a giant cross against the sky. windows all around the house, no drapes. who's watching? circling the house and maybe sticking a hand in the one kept open for the cats to get in or out. the walls heavily paneled as are the ceilings and floor. a huge part of the house is being worked on. the upper level closed off by a wire string holding the door back, slightly ajar. before the cats came, you could hear herds of mice scurrying across the ceiling above you. every room featuring a different wallpaper psychedelia.

slightly nervous about spending a night since the last time. make that six nights. all alone in the middle of practically nowhere. what happened last time was when sleeping in the communal hall of the house, waking up in the middle of the night to being pulled out of the body to the foot of the bed. and sensing something very evil entering or possessing, if you will. the room shaking and feeling that evil entity overtaking and strangling. couldn't remember that at first when waking up but feeling inexplicably tired the day after. like battered.

was it a dream in the in between or a message ? they say people who had invisible friends in their childhood are...sensitive. i sure as fuck had one.