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savetheearth2013-05-11 08:24 am
comparative_insanity) wrote in savetheearth2013-05-11 08:24 am
video via mirror and sharpie;
[Hello, this is Fay, and he's not looking very happy about life right now.]
Okay y'all, I ain't the only one who's a little freaked out by what kind of person they're getting memories from, right? I mean, all of mine don't really fit together at all, but some are more than a little fucked up.
Firstly, I want to taste someone's blood. Like, badly. And no, I ain't got any freaky fetishes for that or anything, because ew.
I've also got a memory of everything around me being torn apart by some black... stuff coming out of me? Snaking stuff, like ribbons of tar or something. Ain't got a clue what that's all about, but I don't like it.
[He takes a deep breath, plunging on.]
Thirdly, I just saw a cockroach in my kitchen - ain't nothing weird about that, in this flat - but instead of just grabbing something and going to squash it? I picked up a freaking tube of mayonnaise and threw it, alright? Cut the little fucker right in two, and the tube's still stuck in the floor.
[No, really. He pans the mirror so that the audience can see a tube of mayonnaise stuck in what is now a crack in the floor. He turns it back on himself, and he's really looking kind of pale.]
And finally, ever since replying to that forum... I can't stop thinking about bringing back the dead. Creepy, right? But I can't stop feeling like it's the most important thing ever, and if that ain't fucked seven ways from Sunday, I don't know what.
So between that creepy web forum talking about invasions and calling us "humans" like some hammy sci-fi flick, and getting all these memories and stuff from someone I'd really not wanna meet, I'm starting to feel like the body-snatchers are taking me, y'know?
Okay y'all, I ain't the only one who's a little freaked out by what kind of person they're getting memories from, right? I mean, all of mine don't really fit together at all, but some are more than a little fucked up.
Firstly, I want to taste someone's blood. Like, badly. And no, I ain't got any freaky fetishes for that or anything, because ew.
I've also got a memory of everything around me being torn apart by some black... stuff coming out of me? Snaking stuff, like ribbons of tar or something. Ain't got a clue what that's all about, but I don't like it.
[He takes a deep breath, plunging on.]
Thirdly, I just saw a cockroach in my kitchen - ain't nothing weird about that, in this flat - but instead of just grabbing something and going to squash it? I picked up a freaking tube of mayonnaise and threw it, alright? Cut the little fucker right in two, and the tube's still stuck in the floor.
[No, really. He pans the mirror so that the audience can see a tube of mayonnaise stuck in what is now a crack in the floor. He turns it back on himself, and he's really looking kind of pale.]
And finally, ever since replying to that forum... I can't stop thinking about bringing back the dead. Creepy, right? But I can't stop feeling like it's the most important thing ever, and if that ain't fucked seven ways from Sunday, I don't know what.
So between that creepy web forum talking about invasions and calling us "humans" like some hammy sci-fi flick, and getting all these memories and stuff from someone I'd really not wanna meet, I'm starting to feel like the body-snatchers are taking me, y'know?