1988sicc

“When an inner situation is not made conscious, it happens outside, as fate.” — C.G. Jung Day 1 - I am sitting here in a booth at "The Coffee Shop", yes that is the name, realizing that we are all dead. It's the most lucid moment to understand that we are all dead; only most of the stinking meat that is walking by does not know it yet. The girl next to me is large and is playing device that is dripping with rotten sweet sounds which I am only experience as a high pitched drone. I can see the bones of her face sticking out through her flesh, she like the rest of us born dead and is animate only from consuming mass quantities of crap dressed as a lie of life. I would gag if I could remember how to swallow, this awakening a warm stream of yellow running through my hair. When did it happen? It is turning white outside the window. The air is freezing and its turning white just like a finger when string is pulled to tight around it. The sound of the two bodies behind the counter laughing at something makes me cringe inwardly, that wet rattling sound makes my head ache. I want to get up but my legs will not listen, its to hard move while being gripped with this view. The smell closing in around me; why did those fools have to see to our deaths? Why did they have to create this world of decay and falsehoods? To think of all the times I was sick as a child was because I was rejecting the lies around me, knowing that I was still born yet forced to act out the dream that all the rest of the dead crave.