shor-t's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- S+M and MK+A I was watching Don practice his lettering and pinstriping skills, surprised at what a natural he was and how good his technique was. He gotten a hold of some purple photocopies and they were arranged just the same as how school kids learn to write. We went to the Toyota dealership by my house to look at new cars. I parked and went in. Nobody served me or talked to me and there were only about three cars on the showroom floor. I was about to leave and a guy at the desk told me my tires had been rotated and brakes done. I told him I made no such request. Sure enough, I could see that my good front tires were on the back. He was indifferent and said I didn't have to pay then. With that, I left. I can't remember if that part with Court came first or last, but I was somewhere with Siara as well and needed to explain my iPod to Court. There were some crow-like birds that began to attack me but I was able to avoid them and kill them. They were apparently incarnations of the guy from the service desk and his friend, out for vengeance on account of this unpaid bill. A funeral was held at the beach and me and two friends were going to be sacrificed. Mary Kate or Ashley were going to throw themselves into the ocean in sorrow. Me and my friends just said 'fuck you' and swam away because the ocean was warm and calm. From the shore we could see this development were big trucks were tunneling through a mountain and taking soil to the other side. We swam over to it and climbed to a point were a handsome girl drove a really nice through somewhat weatherbeaten Lincoln. We were going to talk to her but three people from the cult appeared out of nowhere and implied threats of violence. It was understood that if we could seduce this woman, she would forfeit her life for ours. But I kinda liked her and knew I could get away from these jerks so I had no intention of doing that. I went up to her and admired the car. It was a 60's two door Lincoln with dark green metal flake. I loved it. The little oval windows in the back were powered. It had a shorter, broad hood and was probably the only example of a car that I could imagine as being sexy. Her hair was blowing in the wind, partly covering her face. We didn't speak but every time I turned around the thugs from the cult were there. There were a series of doors in the side of the mountain that were presumably secret and hidden, but they all opened to us. I looked in a room and saw a woman disfiguring her own breast. There was a great cavern with a funny wooden trick bridge that wasn't set up properly. It bore our weight and we went into the first available room. Inside, Kathleen and some others were sitting while some of the cult people stood over them with scalpels. It was as though we were in an S+M dungeon. They were cruel, cruel people. They threw the three scalpels at Kathleen which caused superficial wounds to her stomach. I slowly and calmly grabbed them. The cult people were unsure of what was coming next, and I lopped one of their heads off. I slit another's throat, and another and another and another until finally I woke up. 9:00 a.m. - 2008-01-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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