Thursday, September 22, 2005

imagery

School sucks. I have to write a poem for Creative writing, did I tell you that? Yeah, well if I did, it's due tomorrow, and the only thought I have to write anything about is from Karasu and has something to do with crimson blood trickling over pale skin... Damn bird... He should be hit with a stick. *hits Karasu, but still has the image of blood on pale skin in her mind* See, I'm gonna end up writing a poem about red on white, maybe I can make blood and death sound innocent by talking about a red rose on snow or something like that, but if I come out right and talk about BLOOD AND DEATH and somebody hurting somebody else and the howls of pain (damn Karasu! Damn you! Son of a bitch!), I'll get sent to guidance. And when I go to guidance and start blaming it all on a blackbird, the counselor (whom I know from middle school, she's nice... I got sent to her office for "suicide threats" in 7th grade)... she'll think I'm nuts and recommend I seek further help... Yeah... I'll be like, "Well, I wrote about blood like that because this crow wouldn't stop drifting around in the back of my head smirking at me and caressing my mind... with loving strokes of long, pale fingers..." And she'll be like, "Crows don't have fingers." and then I'll launch into this lecture about demons and a psycho named Karasu which means crow in Japanese, and... she'll think I'm really strange. And then I'll leave and HAVE A PARTY! Just for the hell of it. I'll walk out of the guidance office and just start dancing like those skanks in hiphop videos... XD 'Kay, I gotta go eat dinner... The only image my mind is playing host to right now is blood on the pale skin of a man, so I guess that's what I'm writing my poem about... I'll tell you how it goes... maybe I can make it innocent. Maybe not. I'll try... The last thing I need is to be sent to an asylum before I can complete my world domination schemes... ~SJ

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