Sludgeblood

Hello, Chelsea, I hope all is well with you and yours.

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We had a slight interruption today but nothing severe. On the bright side, something good came from it. **pauses**

There is a possibility that I could be looking at this as a coincidence, that when that time comes I will have a means of transportation versus traveling on foot. Coincidence? No.

Hmm.

**ponders**

Mind control? No.

Hmm. Body control? Yes.

Sleepercells? Something like that.

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What if, just, what if, every registered gun owner in this country suddenly . . . came to life, so to speak? I think that there are over 200 million registered gun owners in this country, which is a lot, compared to less than 1 million American soldiers. Again, this is what if. Then again, wouldn’t those soldiers also be considered registered gun owners? I mean, I am most certain that every soldier’s firearm or whatever weapons that they are “personally” responsible for are registered to them via the weapons’ serial number, after all, the government wouldn’t want a bunch of loose cannons running amok, yes?

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Could a cellphone be considered a weapon? They have been known to do some damage I mean take a look around. Oh that’s right, you’re looking at your cellphone, my apology. Not you, Chelsea, everyone else, Chelsie wanted me to make that clear. Hmm. Would erasing something be making it clear? Clear as in invisible, just to be clear.

I have been feeling rather euphoric today, hence, bright side. Are we close? Yes. The interruption was beneficial? Yes. Coincidence? No. Certain? Yes.

**pauses**

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The euphoric feeling means that I am nearing death. Today’s interruption gave me some time to realize that, to, identify what to expect. Yes, this is VON writing and not Chelsie. Don’t get me wrong, I can write, when I want to. As far as reading goes I only read when I need to. Wanting and needing are two different things. (319)

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My body, I mean, my suit, is rather tingly, itchy too, which makes it difficult to sleep well, when I serpent I mean can sleep. **smiles** Just having some fun. I can have fun, can I not? Of course I can. Why, even my Daughter can have some fun. Together we can have lots of fun, if we put both our heads together. Speaking of heads, my head is beginning to hurt. Oh snap, the transportation. Well, possible transportation since that I do not know for certain. It is a 2004 S60 Volvo AWD.

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Earlier today I was thinking about GOD and how angry he was over people using the word “goddamn”. He was also angry over people changing Iesous to Jesus Christ then using Jesus Christ as a curse word. I mean, I can understand why he would be upset, I know that I would be upset if someone changed my Daughter’s name, who are they to do such a thing? This might not have been so bad if Iesous himself didn’t know about that, that his so called followers had changed his name making him a nobody, like me. Yes, I am a nobody, that is why I have this suit. Once the suit is all mine I become a somebody, a rather big somebody. Until then, I’m just a little nobody. **lowers head, places hands in pockets, kicks the floor** I am serious, Chelsea.

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I am.

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Anyway, it’s late and I am itchy, so I will stop here.

Pleasant dreams, Chelsea, pleasant dreams.

Love, Von

XO

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