12:30 (approx)
Rachel: “I want you to read my blog everyday..”
12:50 (approx)
Rachel: “I want to rape girls, destroy that grace that they had worked so hard to attain.”
1:24 AM
Rachel: “I am the flotsam on the sea, I am the bird in the wind, I am the sea and all of it’s slippery contents.”
Poetic isn’t it?
I was enjoying every minute of this dark tranquility. Dim headlights reveal the path ahead. I strode on observing the bats, flying desperately for comfortable darkness, this darkness had felt safe yet dangerous. I was part of something new. I rested my hand on my blade as a headless horse-riding poltergeist stood before me, arrogant and bitter. It had, to me, a classless air of jealousy that I’m alive and breathing and bitterness that he was cold and dead. My aim wasn’t to play his competition, I only wanted to see a demon cry in pain. Hellhounds encircle me and with one swing of my blade I sent a worthless dog back to hell where it belonged and stopped the oncoming attack that had a dark air of mad fury. With a maneuver I was behind the horseman, splitting a howling dog into two from it’s miserable nose and few others joined that forgotten animal. I fixed my eyes on the headless ghost, he started to gallop towards me at full speed. I sharpened my stare and in a split second I was standing on his shoulders. Without a hint of mercy I plunged my sword into his headless neck as it cried ungodly sounds and vanished into the fiery depths of Hades’ playland. I landed nicely on his horse and I started my long journey home to my castle.
I’d rather associate myself with a vampire than with a human being. This statement is made in agreement with whatever Rachel shared with me just now. Vampires, they just want to have some fun, whereas human beings treat life too seriously. They vy for attention and victory against one another, exuding an air of disgusting stupidity and predictability. I rode on and I feasted my eyes on female vampires, then I noticed one of them, gorgeous and aloof, with one class above the other vampires. I got down and I made my way towards her. There was no need for words, we started to make love. It was dark energy, swirling fast in my mind creating a raging thunderstorm as we moaned for more, then I saw colours, wine red and yellow and blue and white and then an explosion of dark purple as she wanted more, more and more. We sunk our fingers into one another, bled a little, making it even more exciting, finally she screamed dark lust as we sank into tranquility. Colours faded, storm clouds dispersed. I then started on my way again into the darkness…. and back home.
This is the exact picture of my imagination as I was going home just now. Goodnight Singapore.
