monkeybutt

"all is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. these are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one."

so dr. skelbar and i are sitting subdued in the hallway without a sound when suddenly his hand falls on my knee and he looks at me straight in the eyes and the look on his face says he knows, he knows, it's not a sexual look- don't get me wrong- it's more of a sad, friendly look that says we will get through this together and don't try to bullshit me because i'm the king of the bullshitters and you know what they say about that.

meanwhile outside the sky is getting darker with soot and spray and animals with deep guttural throaty calls are screaming deep in the forest that surrounds us and i can't think straight- never could straight or curved, she used to say, ha ha- but my face is made of stone and i'm ready for it when it hits, if ever.

what's the easiest thing to do in a situation like this, when your best friend lies bloody and ruined in the corner of the room and the cries from outside are getting closer and sound hungrier and you know you've seen the last daylight you'll ever see?

what's the easiest thing to do?