Brain Splatter

A screwdriver pressed to the base of the skull. One hand pulls back the forehead while the other hand pushes the screwdriver up and forward driving the exposed steel into the brain until the handle meets skin.

An old children's slide. Shiny, metal, gleaming in the sun. A person slides down. Halfway down the slide is covered in razor blades which slice into the skin. At the bottom of the slide is a pool of vinegar for the slider to come to rest in.

Walking barefoot across a ground covered in jagged broken glass and poison ivy. Tripping and falling face first not into a bed of nails but onto a bed of needles.

I could go on. But I won't. I was just thinking of reasons I could say why I haven't been writing. The previous three were more interesting than any real reasons I could come up with. I just have not been able to feel that motivated. Not even motivated to write about nothing--which I used to be able to do and which this here entry seems to be about to morph into.

It is fall. Yay? I mean summer is over and the days are getting less full of daylight. I would say they are getting shorter but that is not true. I believe the days are actually getting longer as the the Earth's spinning slows down. I don't know how much, I thought I heard like a second every 4 years. I don't really care enough to Google it.

I am tired of Googling things. All that knowledge right at your fingertips gets a little boring. Back in the day you had to make shit up or actually have your facts straight. As a kid you had to go to the library or look up facts in an old encyclopedia that still listed Jimmy Carter as President of the United States. Not anymore. Any information you want is right there online. Some of it is actually even accurate. That is probably the worst part. The fact that a lot of it is right. Laterzzz...