May 9, 1998
At night, we played poker with
Scott the guard, Alias and Steve
the research.
Steve was the big winner, but I
think he was cheating.
What a scumbag.
May 10th 1998
Today, a high ranking researcher
asked me to take care of a new
monster.
It looks like a gorilla without
any skin. They told me to feed
them live food. When I threw in
a pig, they were playing with
it... tearing off the pig's legs
and pulling out the guts before
they actually ate it.
May 11th 1998
Around 5 o'clock this morning,
Scott came in and woke me up
suddenly. He was wearing a
protective suit that looks like
a space suit. He told me to put
one on as well.
I heard there was an accident in
the basement lab.
It's no wonder, those researchers
never rest, even at night.
May 12th 1998
I've been wearing this annoying
space suit since yesterday, my
skin grows musty and feels very
itchy.
By way of revenge, I didn't feed
those dogs today.
Now I feel better.
May 13th 1998
I went to the medical room
because my back is all swollen
and feels itchy.
They put a big bandage on my
back and the doctor told me I
did not need to wear the space
suit any more.
I guess I can sleep well tonight.
May 14th 1998
When I woke up this morning, I
found another blister on my foot.
It was annoying and I ended up
dragging my foot as I went to
the dog's pen. They have been
quiet since morning, which is
unusual. I found that some
of them had escaped.
I'll be in real trouble if the
higher-ups find out.
May 15th 1998
Even though I didn't feel well,
I decided to go see Nancy.
It's my first day off in a long
time but I was stopped by the
guard on the way out.
They say the company has ordered
that no one leave the grounds.
I can't even make a phone call.
What kind of joke is this?!
May 16th 1998
I heard a researcher who tried
to escape from this mansion was
shot last night.
My entire body feels burning and
itchy at night.
When I was scratching the
swelling on my arms, a lump of
rotten flesh dropped off.
What the hell is happening to me?
May 19, 1998
Fever gone but itchy.
Hungry and eat doggy food.
Itchy Itchy Scott came.
Ugly face so killed him.
Tasty.
4.
Itchy.
Tasty.
― dorkus malorkus (latebloomer), Thursday, 25 June 2009 04:55 (fifteen years ago)
Any excuse to post the unpretentious sociopolitical discourse of Dolores O'Riordan..
Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?
But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying...
In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou...
Another mother's breakin',
Heart is taking over.
When the vi'lence causes silence,
We must be mistaken.
It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen.
In your head, in your head they're still fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are dying...
In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a...
― HE LEFT BEHIND A WHITE HAT WITH AN ALIEN ON IT. ALSO A GLASS THING. (Pillbox), Thursday, 25 June 2009 05:31 (fifteen years ago)