I've Covered Wars You Know! - March 10th, 2008

It started in a large warehouse where three movies were playing. On one wall, a movie for children, the other wall a movie for teens and the third wall played newsreels. The world was plunged in a bleak depression; there was diesel in the air. The warehouse was full of dirty people sitting on cold metal fold up chairs. I was there too, covered in oil and grime. Somewhere a baby was coughing.
The newsreel showed horribly disfigured children. Some of the children's jaws were malformed or their heads were grotesquely shaped. All of them were being held by proud mothers. The narrator introduced these babes as the "Pride of the World. The Geniuses of the Aryan Race. The Supermen of Hitler's Plan!" The babies were a result of genetic engineering to create the super race, though they were nothing more than retarded children with horrible birth defects. I left the warehouse.
I walked along the small avenues of the town with the tall apartments identical to the next. It was night and just a few lights were on in the windows; flickering. Must've been candle light.
For whatever reason I decided to go into one apartment and hide in the closet. I put on a fedora and was looking for gloves when the door opened. The man was nice and told me to come in for dinner. His apartment was huge, almost like a palace. I wondered around and found a small amphitheater. There was a squid at the center. The squid was telling jokes. I sat down and the squid handed me some calamari candy. I nibbled on it and the squid told me not to eat him! He shook hands with the audience, tentacles...it was slimy. I left.
I realized that this party was to honor those babies that would save the world so I went to leave and was cornered by my mom and Harrison Ford. Apparently Jos had written on the walls and she wanted to know how to clean it up.
I started singing "Magic Eraser Magic E-R-A-S-E-R ERASER! Magic ERASER!"

Then I woke up.

Well, mine is sitting quietly watching He-Man and cleaning my cds and Dvds with a baby wipe. She's been doing this for the last 10 minutes. Now she's stacking them all up in the center of my living room. Apparently, that's where they go now. Who knew?!

In other news:

I need to start writing pieces of work.
I also need to start setting up a gallery in my bathroom. Yes, a gallery in my bathroom. I want to hold small parties to look at the collection. I need small plagues and a bunch of paintings! Anyone wanna contribute to the bathroom art gallery??
I need to start a lot of stuff but what do I need to finish? Oh yeah, I need to finish rewriting this one vignette.

Since when is it that I am the only one NOT getting drunk?