First Class Show

After a nine and a half hour delay, we finally board the aircraft. Our eyes roll around from muggy thoughts of delays and poor customer service to gazes of bewilderment as we approach the aircraft. Almost a gift for being positive space interns, we were given the oppurtunity to sit first class. We overhear disgruntled passengers and worried mothers and exhausted agents, but we let that all fall behind us, as we regathered our composure in first class seat.

And off we were, accelerating into the night, with exhausts of relief and sighs mixed with ignited kerosene and high-velocity air. Take-off into the Memphis humidity and the moist sky that was painted with overcast and bellowing clouds added to the shear rush of the experience. Even after long, continuous sleepless nights, we could not just let this pass by without glimpses into our futures.

Then, the lightening and thunder. My poor girl, she was mad today. Angered by the fact that I haven't flown with her very much, distraught by the fact that I had to wait in an airport to escapre her humid fury, and saddend by the thought that we last touched was a couple of months ago. But she had forgiven me tonight, and she brought me a show that I will never forget like meaningless blink of an eye. The show lasted all night, with the exciting characters that danced furious lightening and sung harsh thunders. Right off the left winglet, she kept directing them to appear closer and closer to me, almost to the point where I can feel once more what it was like to fly in the cockpit at night with her. The hairs on the back of my neck began to react with the shocking intensity, and I could feel shudders of heat run up and down my spine, almost to control my dance to match the lightening.

Wa approached the anvil, and proceeded to fade away in the distance. My girl kept the flight smooth and with minor shocks of turbulence, to constantly remind me that I am still hers. Don't worry baby, I won't forget. You gave me a first class show, so I'll be your first class man. I'm here for your girl, I'm here. I am yours always, and always you, mine.

Must Have Blacked Out Again

So intense, it overwhelms me. It devours my mind and I begin to lose myself into darkness. Ambushes my soul with anguish, pain, and above all, aggression. There is no rush like this that I feel. I fall into the abyss, and I carve a grin from ear to ear.


My mind becomes retarted to only one emotion. I focus on the hunger, the new power, and those against me. My mind begins to pollute the rest of my bloodstream with blackness, throwing my body up and down the room with violent contorsions, and uncontrollable reality. I starve for the taste of dry skin, mixed in with the crunch of bones and chewy veins and arteries. My mouth saturates to the lack of blood, and I start begin to crave for more. Nothing would be able to satiate and satisfy my hunger and thirst. I begin to concentrate on my new-found power. This unrelentless concentration, on strength and aggression aligned, flowing through every inch of my body. The flow becomes almost unbearable, and the lack of control is shown with my heavy breathing and ravenous drool. My whole body begins to pulsate, and I start losing control, and my body starts shivering to the darkness running up and down my spine. Thoughts transition over to my enemies and those who hate me. They will be the ones to satisfy my need for more. They will be the ones to allow me to fill my hunger, and quench my thirst. I am coming.

I see them, all over there. Smiling and laughing to their own demise. Every extra breath they take, I begin to contort, and my eyes squint to two vertical squints. The blood rushes in, and fills in my pupils. The rings around my eyes blow bloodshot purple, and the blood begins to pulse through my eyes, and I begin to shed teared blood. It's an overflow. Their smiles turn to open mouths, and saliva mixed with blood fires out of every cry. And the weather begins to slowly blacken. The mood becomes dark...must have blacked out again.

I smell their fear. It smells of fresh roadkill and barely aged carcass. The aroma flows in deeply through my nostrils, and fills my lungs. My stomach begins to react, and I become even more hungry. I smell their cheap perfume and over-damped cologne, and I smell their fear. I love it. Follow the scent for miles until I find them. The perfume and cologne begins to reek of death and bloodshed. Smell it for miles on end, only to make me even more hungry. The stench pollutes the air, and oxygen is no more than dark, hazardous gas... must have blacked out again.

I hear their laughter and their voices. All sound so naive to their fates, unknowing that I am listening to each word said. Their words become music to my ears, with each wave ounding on my eardrums. Gives me a beat and a time to unleash my fury within. Their laughter become cries. My favorite tune. They scream for aid, deafening my sense of hearing. But I love this song. Their shrills of pain and agony symphonizes across my mind, as I start to become more and more at a loss of hearing...must have blacked out again.

I feel their pores open and their spines tremble. Their fear runs up and down their thin and weak necks. Their arms begin to flail voer my body, trying to damage me and prevent from my rampage. My massichism turns me on to each tear into my own skin. She claws and scratches her way through my flesh, toughening my already calloused skin. He punches and kicks, and tries to choke me. I only laugh, and I feel my body begin to contort again. I violently lash back at her. Rip open her flesh and take her life away. I forcefully bash my fist through his skull, a quick kill. Their warm blood streams across my arms, and splatters all over my face and my chest...must have blacked out again.

I lick what is on my lips, suck off what red is on my hands. I begin to nibble on her skin, so soft and so delicious in my mouth. I start chewing on his brain, enjoying every bite. Their blood tastes so good, like I haven't eaten such before. I taste salty tears and sweat, mixed in with sweet blood and bitter bone. This is the best meal I ever had...must have blacked out again.

An uncontrollable anger fills me. An aggression blackens my heart, and engages my madness to full force. My eyes become shadowed over with darkness. Black out...come back to me.