Writing For Myself: Rumors, Vol. 3
Sep. 26th, 2011 10:05 pmAmazing what you can hear on the streets of Las Vegas. Of course, the signal-to-noise ratio's just as bad as you'd expect, so it took me some time to filter out the good from the bad. Here's what I found at the end, take or leave.
The Holy Knights in Madrid have recently found an odd leftover from the Inquisition. It's a torture rack that causes anyone put in it to confess every crime they've ever committed. Trick is, it doesn't even have any chains left - but it still hurts like hell.
Take a child, raise it alone from the age of two or younger to the age of five, get it to trust you completely, and then kill it. That child's daemon will haunt you for the rest of your life, and you'll never be able to banish or abjure it. But no other daemon will ever approach you.
Human hair is the end result of an alien parasite's visit to Earth.
Two brothers in Bemidji know the secret words that, when spoken, calm tidal waves. They sell these words to people who want to fuck with surfers.
William Shatner is actually the tulpa of a powerful psychic from Canada who died before he could undo it.
A digital camera left recording for a week straight in Memphis caught three Infinity Symbols. The last one had a cell phone. No one knows who it planned on calling.
Listen carefully the next time you hear any song made before 1977. You hear that high, sweet tone? That's the Angel's Note. They killed the Angel in 1978, and nobody's made that tone since.
Every time a crow flies over a cornfield, one stalk withers. One ear on that stalk stays fresh. Eating that ear lets you see what the crow saw before it flew.
Your brain is hooked into a computer monitor whenever you sleep, no matter where you lay your head. Not using a pillow just means they need an adaptor.
The Holy Knights in Madrid have recently found an odd leftover from the Inquisition. It's a torture rack that causes anyone put in it to confess every crime they've ever committed. Trick is, it doesn't even have any chains left - but it still hurts like hell.
Take a child, raise it alone from the age of two or younger to the age of five, get it to trust you completely, and then kill it. That child's daemon will haunt you for the rest of your life, and you'll never be able to banish or abjure it. But no other daemon will ever approach you.
Human hair is the end result of an alien parasite's visit to Earth.
Two brothers in Bemidji know the secret words that, when spoken, calm tidal waves. They sell these words to people who want to fuck with surfers.
William Shatner is actually the tulpa of a powerful psychic from Canada who died before he could undo it.
A digital camera left recording for a week straight in Memphis caught three Infinity Symbols. The last one had a cell phone. No one knows who it planned on calling.
Listen carefully the next time you hear any song made before 1977. You hear that high, sweet tone? That's the Angel's Note. They killed the Angel in 1978, and nobody's made that tone since.
Every time a crow flies over a cornfield, one stalk withers. One ear on that stalk stays fresh. Eating that ear lets you see what the crow saw before it flew.
Your brain is hooked into a computer monitor whenever you sleep, no matter where you lay your head. Not using a pillow just means they need an adaptor.