11/19/11

pedro killface continued; convinced writing on a blog will make this stupid story easier to finish. If you read this and want the first 23 pages PEDRO KILLFACE then comment on this blog.



The girl woke up with no memory
A twin bed, a milkcrate supporting a lamp, a small electronic device with a brilliant screen, a thin silver rectangular electronic box connected to a white umbilical cord connected to a special place in the wall
The walls are a dark shade of brown
The place behind her eyes aches.

She is naked and standing, trying to think.
Trying to think of her name.

The phone emits a sound ‘tiktoktiktoktiktoktiktok’
It continues.
The girl looks at the phone.
There is a red square and a green square on the toobright display.

She presses the red square with her white index finger.

She heard nothing.
She went away from the phone to look at more things.

In the next room there was a box with buttons on the face and a plate inside. The girl pressed buttons and the machine made a whirring noise and sparked. There was smoke. The girl pressed buttons again and the machine stopped. She looked more
3 big bottles of dark liquid, 2 rectangular white squares with black markings.
She looks in the sink
There is a long sharp piece of metal with a handle
She picks it up.

She waves it around and then puts the piece of metal down.
She picks up the piece of paper. She can read the markings

“lost cat”
“harriet”
“reward”
“505.412.1848”

She does not know what it means except for ‘cat’.
Cat is a good thing, a beast, with claws and tail, soft fur.



10/15/11

I'm worried that my mom reads my blog.

10/2/11

Going to die

I am going to die.
I would be more ok with this fact
If you were already dead.
I gave your amp back.
I want my david foster wallace and xtx back.
I love you.
I hate you.
I wish I was dead.
That's why I'm joining
The National
Guard, that is.