Small Life Form “Optical 1″ optical feedback video
I’m at a college party. I think it’s in Asheville. I’m in the bathroom taking a piss & this jack-ass knocks the door in breaking the cheap lock on the doorknob. I know he’s a jack-ass because I’ve seen him earlier in the night. For some reason he has a chef’s knife & I grab his wrist so he stabs himself repeatedly in the throat. I close the door & throw him in the bathtub to bleed out. For a minute I think about chopping him up & flushing him down the toilet (Dennis Nielsen style), but I feel it’s disrespectful & denigrating to the human body. I wrap him up in the shower curtain. I take him to the room across the hall & throw him out the window into the yard. I go outside & throw his body into the crawl space after kicking his teeth in. I go back inside & eat some cold pizza as the sun starts to come up. I go to my car & drive home. I never do well at parties.
I’m paying my tab at a bar & I pull out my credit card to pay my tab. I’m looking at the name on it & it isn’t familiar. Then I realize that I have no idea what my name is or who I am. I’ve somehow erased myself.
I just sit in the darkness until my master needs me for battle. Waiting in a cage. I come out & my right fist is coated in lightning. It destroys everything in it’s way as I continue moving relentlessly forward until I’m pulled back into the darkness. Alone with my mind.
I’m trying to get on a plane & I’m flying standby. I’m trying to figure out a way to absolutely get on the flight. The ticket agents are just as retarded as I remembered them being when I worked at the airport.
I’m traveling & I think I’m on an airplane, but it has hardwood floors. So maybe it’s a blimp? It’s going to take forever to get wherever it is I’m going.