Pricey

I live in a castle
Where it's cloudy everyday
I'm fighting off vampires
All alone but it's okay
Someday when they're all dead
I'll find a way to revive my wife
And this robot with scissors for hands
Helps me through the night
We sit and talk till the sun comes up
About the best way to cook eggs
And about the time I was on TV
And threw one in Batman's face
Or the time I was a giant rat
And almost killed Sherlock Holmes
Or the evening I met Frankenstein
And had a chat with Edgar Allen Poe
But this house of wax is melting now
So I lay me down for good
And dream that I'm a tiny fly
In a theater of blood

Random Word Experiment #2

Oh random word generator, I love you so. You know what word it gave me tonight? Horror! I needed a word for inspiration and it gave me horror. Kick ass. Hmmm....thats really broad though. Lets hit refresh and try to get a second word.
Unstable! This is getting interesting. Lets try it a third time.
Employment. Sweet, lets see what kind of stuff we can make out of this.

I was working late when I killed my boss. It was just us handling the "up late" shift at Chicken Shack, which wasn't a shack at all, I don't know why it was called that. My job that night was to cut the chicken up for the Healthy chicken Crunch Wrap menu special item bullshit that were popular because of an annoying jingle they put in their ads. Just about everyone that came in ordered one. So there I was cutting up chicken to make these damn things. The thing is there's a certain way they have to be cut. Everything has to be done by the regulations in Chicken Shack Inc.'s company hand book that they give you when you get hired. I dropped the damn thing on my foot one time. That shit hurt let me tell you.
But anyways, the chicken for the Healthy Chicken Crunch Wrap menu special item has to be cut diagonally in exact equal portions. Every chicken patty that comes frozen in large packs to Chicken Shack kitchens across the world looks exactly the same since its really ground up chicken parts mashed into a spherical shape by a machine. There's even lines burned into it where you have to cut. This is all explained in the hand book by the way, you should really track down a copy on Ebay, very interesting reading. Or to hurl through your neighbors window.
That night my boss, having nothing else to do, contented himself with being a prick. He always was a prick but at least when other people were on shift he could spread it around. And at least when Rachael was there he'd hit on her and the blowjobs she gave him for extra money kept him away for a little bit. That night she was home with her sick kid. At least thats what she said. I think she had some personal business to take care of at the Ballard club downtown. Thats what I think.
Alright, I keep going off on tangents. The boss was looking over my shoulder the whole time I was trying to cut and he telling me I was doing it wrong. And he kept jabbing me in the shoulder. I don't like to be touched and I really don't like to be jabbed with a long bony finger thats been God knows where. So...uh...yeah, I got pissed off and I stabbed him in the eye. Thats about it. It wasn't an accident or anything if thats what you're wondering. I got pissed off and took the fucker's eye out.
The bit with the cooler? I didn't do that. Well, you're not going to believe me if I tell you. Alright. After I stabbed his eye out he was fumblin' around screamin' knockin' pots off the racks, making a damn mess in the kitchen. The reg book would have something to say about that let me tell you, ha ha. You probably saw his hand, he put it in the deep friar. It wasn't in very long but he burnt the shit out of it. Jesus, he was screamin' loud. Then the fucking chicken attacked him. I swear on my mother's grave! He kept dancing around, screaming, making a mess, so I opened the cooler and shoved him in. Then the chicken patties jumped on him, fucking covered up his face so he couldn't breath. You found one down his throat didn't you? Yeah, it crawled in there. Weirdest damn thing I've ever seen and I've seen some weird shit. What's that? Nah, I wasn't on drugs. Not that night anyways.
Yeah yeah, thats my story. Back to my cell right? I hear we're having fried chicken for lunch, you better watch your back officer, ah ha ha!

That was weak, I'm sorry guys. Maybe it could be part of a larger story though, someday.

Writing Experiment: Random Word

Go here: Random Word Generator
Write (or draw) whatever based on whatever word comes up.
My word is "impact"

Impact
The car hit the railing
And flew into the air
He knew he was going to die
But he really didn't care
Suspended for a moment
Before the impact came
The last lonely thought
That wandered through his brain
Was not of life or death or pain
But of the sound it would make
When his all his bones started to break
And his brain smashed into paste

He marveled at the peculiar sound
Right before he hit the ground
What a symphony for me, he thought
Right here at the end
A record that I wish I'd bought
And could show to all my friends
This is how I died I'd say
Turn the volume up a little ways
And you can hear my last breath blow
When the car stops in the snow

Then the twisted metal choir
Kept harmony with the roaring fire
The grim conductor extended a bony hand
To the back part of the band
A counterpoint they struck
Composed of snaps, crackles and pops
Then the symphony was done
But an audience there was none
The only one to see the show
Was silent in the melting snow
His admission might have been free
But it sure had lousy seats

The Last Wave (1977)

Who are you?
Strange weather we're having isn't it?
What do you think it means?
Who are you?
Are you the snake?
Strange rain yesterday wasn't it?
Came down black as as oil...
Are you the fish?
Who are you?
And that hail...
What do you think it means?
I saw you last night in a dream
Are you a man?
Standing outside my door,
Those symbols...
What did he die for?
What did he see?
Who are you?
When I was a child I had strange dreams...
What do you think it means?
Who are you?
Who...are...you?

Unnatural Blues

(As I walk through the valley
Of the shadow
I will fear no evil
For thy rod and thy staff
They comfort me...)

Went to sleep one night
But I didn't pray
Had a poundin' in my head
That wouldn't go away
Woke up to the moon
Bout half past ten
I could see by its light
That my brother was dead

(And God shall wipe the tears from their eyes...)

The very next day
We lay him down
In great big hole
Bout six feet down
We closed our eyes
And all said a prayer
And put a cross on his head
So he would stay there

(...And there shall be no more death.)

The very next night
I awoke with a start
Couldn't hear nothin'
But my beatin' heart
When my eyes got right
And I could see
There was my brother standin' over me

(Thy rod and thy staff)
(Comfort me)
(No more death)

I wanted to speak
But I didn't dare
There were bugs in his eyes
And worms in his hair
I didn't know what I should do
So I just closed my eyes
And sang them unnatural blues

(Nobody knows the trouble I've been through,
nobody Knows but Jesus...)