"dark goes the night, smooth goes the date"
by logankstewart
change my clothes
out i go
a date tonight have i
long it's been
since my last sin
so long. adieu. goodbye.
lick my teeth
feel the slime
a blade goes in and out
you gasp "oh"
at my crime
blood falls from your spout
eyes go wide
from the cold
of steel on flesh on bone
hands dam up
staunch the flow
but you're already gone
quick as sin
toss my knife
in someone else's truck
see me smile
in waning light
unfortunate, their luck
wipe my hands
in the dirt
and off to eat i go
a date to get
a meal to split
and no one in the know.
I don't know what it is inside me that enjoys this sort of stuff. It's not that I have hidden desires or twisted ideas. I think, perhaps, that maybe it's the only way I can come to terms with the craziness of the world. I've always been fascinated by the darker (see "On the Darker Side of Songs," "On Morbid Curiosity") things in life, though, oddly, I can't movies like Saw and Hostel. There's just something unnerving about violence, something so gritty and horrible that it makes me sick at my stomach. The dichotomy of my music tastes is astounding; I'm either listening to folky, acoustic tunes, which are often peppered with Darkness, or I'm listening to Contemporary Christian music. It makes no bloody sense!
So if this is the case, then why do I find the recesses of my mind adventuring in such realms? I'm happy. I love life. I'm not a disturbed person, and I have no horrific past that is buried below my surface. I'm calm, patient, compassionate, nothing like the unsavory sorts from many of the songs and stories I hear/read.
Is it the passing of Halloween and the imminent autumn-like weather that turns my mind towards dark and heavy thoughts? Is it from playing Fallout or reading The Passage? I don't know what it is. I think, perhaps, I'll blame it on....... Nic Cage. Why not? He's a fantastic guy. I mean, have you seen Raising Arizona? Okay then.
In Halloween's wake, I have some pictures. There’s a Dr. Horrible pumpkin, which anyone that loves Joss Whedon should know, and anyone who's ne'er seen the wonderfulness of it should watch immediately and then be in the know. It took about two hours or more to carve, and I was ready to quit before I was finished. There’s a BOO Ghost, carved masterfully by the beautiful, pregnant (obligatory) wife. It's cute. There’s a close-up of Stella. (We somehow never managed to snap one of Sofie close-up.) There’s a full shot of both dogs, one as a flying monkey, the other as the wicked witch. Keisha made both outfits. And there’s my world-famous mullet champion picture, which I love, since the mullet is my actual hair color and blends seamlessly in with my sideburns and beard.
