Had a dream I was driving my mom’s jeep out of the driveway to do something. As the sun was setting I heard something, so I stopped at the top of my driveway. I looked around didn’t see anything. I thought I’d wait under the carport so I parked the jeep and waited. ..then I saw it.. It flew down the driveway into the woods. It was fast. Too fast to be human. I saw another one, flying into the woods again. And another, again, and again. They were the size of a basketball, some 10x bigger. Robotic like flying eyes with small arms. As I was observing one big one scanning around my house, it spotted me. Within 7 seconds I plotted my plan. It was getting closer. So I got closer, crawled to the passenger seat, pulled out my knife. It’s arms starting doing things. I had a feeling it was going to kidnap me. I slammed the door open didn’t hit him he moved back but I jumped on him and stabbed him in the eye. It wasn’t happy. I ran inside locking the door thinking, “Where is Grace?”, “her car is here.” I ran upstairs, got my shotgun loaded stocked up with ammo. Found my parents in Stefen’s room, they were talking about libertarians or something. After a while I dozed asleep on the floor… Early in the morning I heard the doorbell ring. And a red laser shined through the window. I lied on my stomach ready with my shotgun propped on the top of the stairs. Dad went down to see who it was. He never opened the door. I waited…
Then I woke up! And thought to myself how fast things can go wrong. .
anneleephoto asked: Didn't know who you were at first and thought you were a creeper for liking all my stuff, then figured out who you were XD
Hahaha Yeah I’m new to this…
First update, how boring. .
Today… I learned all the sinus rhythms and how to recognize them. Measuring ECG distances for that long of a time made my eyes super near sided. Walking to my car was fun. Driving was more fun. But really, it wasn’t that bad.
Anonymous asked: But what if I wanted to put a statement?
At least this one’s a question.
Statements are accepted actually.
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Via piety in the sky
