Caspus Mortemer- CarouselIt was a darker side of town, though at this hour everywhere was dark save the small space a few valiant street lamps were able to defend around themselves. I passed through the buildings coated in soot. I wasn't entirely sure where I was going, but I knew I was definitely going somewhere. Oh how I love surprises! But how would I know when I'd gotten there? This thought puzzled me a moment or two, until I realized that whenever I was going somewhere I usually stopped when I got there. Well, that was quite obvious, I don't know why it hadn't occurred to me sooner. I continued wandering through the streets, driven toward my as of yet unknown destination. The street glistened in an almost dreamlike quality, it had been raining earlier and the clouds were still milling around simply admiring their handiwork. They must be union.
I avoided the puddles, as tonight I was wearing my th
C M - Fields of BarleyI'd had enough rest. I would have liked to have stayed to thank them for helping me, but I had to leave before the plague of mice got out of the basement. I lured them down there with women's lingerie and locked them in before they realized what was going on. I had to leave before David Letterman was over, because as long as he was on they were distracted. And if they weren't looking for me they wouldn't know why I was gone. Ahem, where I had gone. The long lomeration ranked filth and I was falling. Everyday is falling. Meta metaphorically. And not only was Satan trying to get me, he was too. Everything seemed to have a aura. My eyes wouldn't focus right, and I fell to my knees. Good God, what was wrong with me? Then I realized. Obviously. I hadn't had a drink in well over forty two hours, which is a lot more than seven.
Caspus Mortemer - UnsettlingsI like my pajamas. They are the comfiest ones I own to date. But that's okay because noone likes him anyway. I was lieing down when I heard the house settle. It's rather unsettling actually. All the time people say, "Oh listen. There's the house settling." And I will always have to correct them and say "No, it's unsettling. The house is unsettling again." But they are Nieve, and do not understand. And often when someone doesn't know what the other is talking about they assume the person speaking doesn't know what they are talking about either. So they disbelieve without even wanting to know. So then I ask them why houses unsettle in the first place. They haven't a a clue. So they tell me a bogus answer. "Oh, it's a new house, it's just settling into it's frame." Or, "Oh, it's an old house, and they just do that."