#surrelism

I stood on one end of an Elizabethan ballroom, many people were here, almost too many. Then came by a women with golden hair who silently stood next to me. She turned and smiled and spoke but I heard no words. I tried to pay attention to her but the more I listened to her the more it dawned on me that the room was awfully quiet. As if not a single living soul was around. I looked back at the strange woman who was now a greyed out image, lifeless, a mere monument of the passage of time. I looked past her and saw a man dressed in a pristine red suite sitting at the foot of a pillar. He looked at me dead in the eyes and drew out his pipe and played a tune that echoed in the room. Tears uncontrollably flowed down my face. There was something eerie about his song. His long pencil like fingers fluttered across the instrument with with fury, like a moth caught in a web. The room was getting darker. I could only hope that it was a dream. I stood there for what felt like an inconceivable amount of time, listening to his tune. He finished and said "twice more I shall see you friend" , and left.

Hiya from my fruity ladiez & I <3

Trippy photos I took in the way to see Ethel cane on my birthday <3

About a week or two ago, I woke up and realized that all of the sound in the world was gone. For only me at least. At first, this predicament wasn't too hard to deal with. Pure silence may seem like a curse, but I found it quite peaceful when it first started. I was alone with my thoughts for days at a time with no distractions. No more screaming and arguing can be heard through my apartment walls, no more car horns early in the morning, only peace and quiet. I avoided going to a professionals because I dreaded the day I would be able to hear again. It seems that I've finally found peace in the world I was hating just a few days ago. Until it happened. I woke up one day expecting the calm nothingness that I've been experiencing for days. But instead I was unpleasantly met with the distant sound of a cow mooing. This wretched noise was present for the whole day with no locatable source. It even haunted me throughout the night. How dare it? My complete silence was gone and now replaced with the noise of a distant cow. I tried to find the source of the noise. I dug into my floor, I cut holes in my walls, I even broke into the apartments of my neighbors to find the source of the noise. But I was unsuccessful. Days have passed and I can feel the sanity leaking out of my ears and leaving me. This is no way a human can live. I've left my home, my friends, and family in search for this cow that has been haunting me for the past few days. And when I find it, I'll make sure to slay it so I can return to the solitude I found in the world with no noise.

The Antipope, 1942.

『Calamity』 by Akiko Ijichi.

Sometimes I am very unmotivated to write because I have weird and stupid writing style. So it's hard to imagine that anyone would even give up their time to read what I write. But I've been forcing myself to write a short something everyday to get into the habit of not sitting in front of an empty page for hours and then getting bored of everything. Moral of the Helentalk is that I force myself to write shitty stories everyday! Goodnight I love you

As we walk deeper into the forest, I begin to get the feeling that she doesn't know where she's going. We've been walking for hours and this girl keeps insisting that we're almost to our destination. I think she might have been lying a few of those times. It's now pitch black and I can't see anything ahead of me. She must've realized since she tightly grabbed onto my wrist and began pulling me behind her like I'm a dog being walked. I'm usually not too bothered by the dark, but this is just unsettling. But before I can continue to freak myself out, I see a light in the a few feet ahead of us. She starts to pull me faster. So fast that it seems she forgot she was traveling with me. She let go of my wrist and bolts towards the light while cackling like a maniac. Instead of getting up, I'll just lay here and watch what happens to her. As she approaches the light it gets brighter and brighter until the forest is as bright as day. I watch as she steps into the blinding light and her skin burns. She hardly reacts to the burning of her flesh and seems to embrace it. She begins to give a long and drawn out monologue about how I was so easily trick into following her. She says something about greed and lust, but I didn't come along for any of those reasons. I was promised a cool view of the city from a tall hill in the forest. There's no way I could be attracted to this girl. I'm honestly offended, but I won't say anything. She has me right where she wanted me, and it seems that her monologue is over. I can smell her burning flesh as she begins to approach me. Her eyes are glued to mine as she gets closer. There's a weird tension in the air. Maybe this was the lust she was talking about. She reaches me and crouches down to be on my level. If I was courageous enough to tell her off, I'd do it right about now. But I'm not the confrontational type. She grabs my head and positions her thumbs onto my eyes. It seems she doesn't have the decency to leave me with one eye, but I'll manage. I've been getting into a lot of new music recently. With one swift and firm push, she presses her thumbs into my eyes. She loudly cackles and she continues pressing into my head. It seems Monday really is unlucky.