Anti Social
10-26-2006, 09:31 PM
A witch is haunting me. She's a ghost bitch. When I stepped outside into the night this evening the wind was roaring through the pines so loudly that it was frightening. I walked up to the house and my teeth were chattering and I shook with cold. The wind was howling and whistling around the corner of the house. This girl that I know is a gothic witch and she is haunting me. She's in love with me. She stared into my eyes and I couldn't look. I can't remember what color they were. I have been hallucinating recently. The other day I found a dead crow lying on the ground in the garden. It was a fat, black healthy-looking crow lying there still and it caught my eye out of the corner of my vision as a black lump on the green grass. The other night I heard a rabbit screaming as an owl took it. The owl perches up in the oak tree to the north. We have taken all of the fun and purpose out of life for ourselves. Now I live in a prison. The sky was orange and then black above the horizon with the trees silhouetted starkly black against it as I walked along the path. Now I have a headache. I wonder how much asbestos dust I inhaled today. But walking through the town by the sea at night I wanted to be hunted and I wanted a dark girl to step out of the shadows by the sides of the path and push me up against the wet, mouldy boards of the fence hard and sink her teeth into the side of my neck. To feel like the helpless object of desire and the wet heat on my skin in the dark. But a while ago I saw a bird skip from one place to another across the garden without moving. One second I was looking at it as it stood on the ground, a small brown bird with a dark eye looking at me, and the next it had moved ten feet away without moving. Then it pecked at the ground. Today I was driving up the field when I saw a huge man standing and staring at me. His skin and clothes and face were all grey and brown the same colour fused and mixed together. He was leaning on the roof of the shack. My blood ran cold for a couple of seconds when I looked at him. Then he disappeared into the background. And as I was walking down from the field once I saw a figure standing out of the corner of my eye. It was a tall woman with long wavy blonde hair hanging down past her shoulders and a dark dress. She stepped behind a tree. It was quite a long way away. I walked over to look but I couldn't find anything.
I took the road through the sandstone village and saw the fresh heaps of yellow leaves swirling around in circles beside the black dry stone wall. After I got right up the steep hill onto the moorland the sea of orange lights came swimming over the black wall of the empty hill like a lake. The thickly-populated flatlands lay stretched out light to the north full of energy and action and shadows and loneliness. I descended into the light of the Inside. Moving through the street were trickles of young people dressed up for the Thursday night. I drifted past the pubs' full of yellow light spilling out onto the pavement and in the cold air I saw the groups of young people sitting around the tables looking alright. It was quiet. Three mid teenaged girls in tight blue jeans and light coloured tops walked past and I turned around the corner carrying my shopping and stepped past the front room windows and saw the families in unit after unit slumped on their sofas staring at the flickering blue televisions. I turned into the car park and stepped behind the electricity block to take a piss against the wall. Two young teenaged chav lads caught sight of my white face against dark clothes in the shadow and stopped and stared, then walked forward. I came out and walked to the car while a police car slowly drove into the car park and looped around and back out again without slowing down. I saw the policeman's young face and short dark hair through the car window. These days my sex drive has been way above average. The girl who is haunting me tells a lot of lies. The empty road stretched out ahead of me out of the town dark and lit every 100 feet by the orange streetlights. I saw the white stripe flicker down the middle and disappear into the shade of the distance. Just talking to this girl the night before last that I had not seen for ten months I couldn't think straight at all. I know that she put a spell on me, sitting cross legged alone in her bedroom with the lights off and burning a red candle with her black hair hanging over her face. I don't like the way that she looks at me, it makes me uncomfortable. I wish that it could be autumn everyday. I like the way the decay smells on the air and the long shadows of my body cast by the low sun when it comes out from behind the clouds. Sometimes I find the signs left by the Night People when I am out walking. They will leave things like a 3 forked little branch laying out in the path, or two twigs at an angle touching at their ends. At night one can get around without anyone seeing one. It is cold in England but just like all of the others I go back into my cell with the central heating and artificial light and electric hookups to drown my mind.
I took the road through the sandstone village and saw the fresh heaps of yellow leaves swirling around in circles beside the black dry stone wall. After I got right up the steep hill onto the moorland the sea of orange lights came swimming over the black wall of the empty hill like a lake. The thickly-populated flatlands lay stretched out light to the north full of energy and action and shadows and loneliness. I descended into the light of the Inside. Moving through the street were trickles of young people dressed up for the Thursday night. I drifted past the pubs' full of yellow light spilling out onto the pavement and in the cold air I saw the groups of young people sitting around the tables looking alright. It was quiet. Three mid teenaged girls in tight blue jeans and light coloured tops walked past and I turned around the corner carrying my shopping and stepped past the front room windows and saw the families in unit after unit slumped on their sofas staring at the flickering blue televisions. I turned into the car park and stepped behind the electricity block to take a piss against the wall. Two young teenaged chav lads caught sight of my white face against dark clothes in the shadow and stopped and stared, then walked forward. I came out and walked to the car while a police car slowly drove into the car park and looped around and back out again without slowing down. I saw the policeman's young face and short dark hair through the car window. These days my sex drive has been way above average. The girl who is haunting me tells a lot of lies. The empty road stretched out ahead of me out of the town dark and lit every 100 feet by the orange streetlights. I saw the white stripe flicker down the middle and disappear into the shade of the distance. Just talking to this girl the night before last that I had not seen for ten months I couldn't think straight at all. I know that she put a spell on me, sitting cross legged alone in her bedroom with the lights off and burning a red candle with her black hair hanging over her face. I don't like the way that she looks at me, it makes me uncomfortable. I wish that it could be autumn everyday. I like the way the decay smells on the air and the long shadows of my body cast by the low sun when it comes out from behind the clouds. Sometimes I find the signs left by the Night People when I am out walking. They will leave things like a 3 forked little branch laying out in the path, or two twigs at an angle touching at their ends. At night one can get around without anyone seeing one. It is cold in England but just like all of the others I go back into my cell with the central heating and artificial light and electric hookups to drown my mind.