The 15th.
[Why does every dream sequence in movies have to have a dwarf?? Have YOU ever dreamed about a dwarf?? Do you know ANYONE who has dreamed about a dwarf?? Is it just so people will go, damn, there's a dwarf, this must be a fucking dream sequence!!]
Personally, I dream strange things. But never a dwarf.
[The time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things. Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, and cabbages and kings. And if the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings. Callou callay, we'll talk today, of cabbages and kings!]
I am thinking today's journal will be very surreal, and I doubt will make sense to your reader. Parts of it will, but as a whole, who knows.
[The three stare at each other. Two laugh, as one cries. One feels pain, Two have none. But that one goes on.]
Have you ever wondered about inanimate objects? What if they have feelings, and are just trapped in a shell. If they have reactions to everything we do, and just can't express them?? (Of course, would not expressing their real emotions be that much different than many of us?) Think about it, the next time you decide to pick up that rock and throw it. It may be screaming, and you just can't hear it.
[He lies in the mud, covered in it. The rain falls on him, freezing. Hiding from a Charlie that died long ago. As he grips his combat knife he remembers the first time he killed a man. His Tears mix with Sweat as he digs deeper.]
That was for Brian Eizensmits. He wouldn't understand it, but I wrote it thinking of him, so he can have it.
Well reader, I believe it is time to go for today.
Until tommorow,
may the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house.