Hi ho the derry-o. The farmer in the dell.
And the mouse takes the cheese
The mouse takes the cheese
Hi-ho, the derry-o
This mouse I took their cheese
And the cheese stands alone
The cheese stands alone
Hi-ho, the derry-o
The cheese stands alone
The cheese sits alone.
The cheese writes alone.
The cheese is alone!
The cheese is alone.
Alone.
Alone. Alo…
FRIDAY DECEMBER 10, 2010
JOURNAL ENTRY:
FRIDAY DECEMBER 10, 2010 - 8:45 AM
They kept me in that cell all night. I typed until the battery went dead on my laptop. Then I just tried to get through the night. Between the frightened screams, the sound of metal clanging, the bristling of the swirling air moving down an empty tunnel and the water drops that pelted the steel girders in three-four time. It was like a symphony of madness raining down on me all night. Every sound was magnified. Intensified.
My senses registered the beat of each sound, smell, sight, touch and taste as the night slowly passed and the fluorescent lights dimmed into complete darkness. Even in pitch black, my eyes could see shifting shadows in patterns that moved in tune with the noises. My ears heard the occasional footsteps from something that marked distance in my mind and whispered the direction of suffering that accompanied the hollow screams from the person I believe is Annette Dobson.
Maybe I was close and this was my opportunity to hide inside her skin and feel the forces that kept her company in this dark place. Perhaps my other senses were finally aroused with the absence of light. Things that were indescribable suddenly had flavors and texture.
Lying on the cold, damp cot, the mustiness of the fabric penetrated my nostrils, but it was like sniffing a freshly made stew.
The flavors of rust, sulfur and iron were seasoned into the stew trying to overpower the dramatic presence of urine. A slight hint of vomit and blood seasoned throughout this bowl completed my dish.
What once had diminished my appetite and curled my stomach was now almost intoxicating as I could finally detect the scent of salt that covered those potato chips and the mustard that lined the molding bread of my long forgotten ham sandwich.
I clawed across the damp black floor, feeling my surroundings like a blind man. Something darted across my fingers as I knocked against the paper plate and began ravishing my meal. I forgot I was in the cell and the aroma of the mustard on my lips kept me concentrated on satisfying my hunger.
It must have been drugged because a little while later I woke up in a cold sweat. I thought I had a heart attack, but it was a nightmare that had invaded my mind and imprinted a clear vision to me through the black air.
I was sitting in a big open field on this deep red blanket watching the moon spin. It was a full moon that sort of danced in circles across the sky. From across the field I saw this leopard moving toward me.
As the leopard moved dangerously close I tried to get up, but I realized I was woven into the blanket. My legs and arms were intertwined like I was caught inside a spider’s web and I couldn’t move as the leopard moved closer and closer.
I could see its face snarling at me as he took his claw and swiped through my chest and stomach. My skin peeled off like gift-wrap and my organs were exposed
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