ticktockman

They get letters
Voltaire, for those not in the know, is a charming entertainer across various media best known for sweet ballads about necrophilia, cannabilism, the undead, what ought to be done to ex-lovers' lovers and more serious topics (yes, even more serious than cannibalism). Here, he posts a response by an...unforgiving Christian soul to his song God Thinks. Voltaire apparently didn't understand his song's true meaning and needed to be informed. It's funny...in its way.

The Dreaming
Imagine taking an early evening nap -- incense lit, lights dimmed to a candle's luminance, and merciful silence all around. You awaken, languidly get to your feet and trod to the door. Then the room's light fades, its color drains into black and white and a gallows parade of soul-hungry spectres bursts through the window, claws and maws grasping for your very spirits!

Seems like a good time to awaken, and so I did. Got out of bed shaking off the dream and headed to the door. *Crash* The spectres, unappeased, were back for more, rushing me in howling fury before I could

wake up. Well, that never happened before. I got out of bed and reached for the light. And again, the room faded into chill monochrome and the banshee wails of wraiths refusing to be denied their living prize. ENOUGH!

I got out of the damn bed, flipped on the light and went out to dinner. The ghosts of my subconscious would just have to settle for Mexican.

-TTm