Hall of the Monkey King

my house is haunted. sometimes i forget. then it reminds me. for some reason it shows up most often around the changing of seasons. it's happened several times now. i'm too lazy to look up the links for my previous posts so go hunting through the archives or just deal without them. it's happened now enough times that i know exactly what's going when it does occur. i have a tendency to sleep on my side. my left side with my back against the wall protecting me from my neighbors. the first time i felt a presence in my room it was in the corner between my door and my tv, which as it turns out is where the guy who occupied the room before me felt it. but then i felt something hovering over me and experienced something that is akin to absolute terror, without the fear. my body becomes paralyzed and i feel the hairs begin to stand up. i feel as though i have been dragged out of deep sleep, no dreams happening here folks. i have lucid dreams so i know. when it first happened ...

there is a portion of time somewhere in me, blocked off in chunks of pre-me, 'me' being the current and up to date version, that spent itself in constant motion. moment chained to moment with shackles made partially of vibrance and partially of adrenaline dipped in a rainbow well of emotion. sleep was for the weak and what little bit i dabbled in came in spurts and was usually never in the same place. every night was an adventure, a quest, a party and i reveled. amidst this revelry there was a girl. she was an angel, or dressed like one anyway. so i took her with me. i brought her home once, though not my home. nor hers. and only once. in this time and place, faces melted from one to another and very few of us stayed the same, so hers was noticed only because it was near mine. in a half a dozen cycles of the moon i learned i'd made a mistake. this, in a time when mistakes did not exist. and so i waited patiently for this mistake to go away. eventually it did, t...

early friday morning i was lost on elm st. that's right, Elm St....on Friday the 13th....with Halloween just around the corner....chased by the Army of Darkness. btw does anyone know why blogger sometimes only uploads a fraction of a picture? see well, they look ok there but if you enlarge any of them, WHAMMO!....only portions.

hello hello! after last nights debacle with frying chicken i was worried that i might have to hang up my spatula and give up cooking altogether. but tonight i may have redeemed myself with the remaining better batter dipped bird of potential sustenance. mmmmMmmmm. that was some tasty chicken. super crispy skin with all sorts of herbs and spices. too bad you can not have any. ps why the fuck can i not use the apostrophe? every time i hit it a little "find text" window pops up at the bottom of my screen? what sort of voodoo is this? malarky also...i'm reading The Man Who Japed