A Belief in Uncertainty and Brewing

A Quick Brush with Death

Not related to writing or music in any way, but I was pretty sure I was about to die last night. I was sitting with my roommate sipping on a beer when I peered down at my hands to notice they were bright red. I asked my roommate if they looked weird and he pointed out that my face was practically purple. I looked in the mirror and my face was indeed blood red; my arms were red, my chest was red, my hands were red... it really freaked me the fuck out. I'm not allergic to anything and I hadn't eaten anything bizarre so I had no idea what was going on. It was already late and I had been drinking a bit so I didn't want to head to the health center. So what could I do? I had a glass of gin and went to bed, I figured if I died in my sleep I would come back and haunt the shit out of everyone. When I woke up I was fine (aside from the god forsaken construction going on directly below my window).

On the construction note... there's this mother fucking construction site literally below my window. It's been going on for two weeks now and every morning it wakes me up to the sound of a helicopter fucking a whale. It is the BANE of my existence. I have no idea what they are doing but I wouldn't mind if a meteor destroyed this whole block so I could get some fucking sleep.

No music or writing for now but... hopefully I don't die and hopefully I can get some sleep.

Paul's Tomb: A Triumph

Time to have a seizure.



Planning my return... music and writing to come shortly afterward. Until then, let your ears bleed and eyes roll.