In the still of the night, while a flat white disk floats high waiting to crash down on all of us. At the house at the end of the street streams of violence erupt into a culmination of reassurance that everything will be ok at dinner time. We might all come together, with handguns side to side, singing a wonderful war song and aiming the bullets midair at our friends and what we call family. Brothers beating eachother with bats and crowbars till their ribs break into their lungs, filling them up with blood. All the while fathers are choking the loves of their lives. And what about all the little sisters out there? Gone. Abducted. Nobody around to take care of them.

Then at dinner, a mangled head of the neighbor in the middle with a fat grin on his face. Blood boiled away in the pot with ol' Mom in her stupid house dress stirs around the mess. The little dress she chose to wear to fill out that role that she feels obligated to is slathered with intestines and integrity. Tears well up and drop to the dirtied floor as she doesn't have the time to clean up when dad gets home. Stupid bitch is getting choked tonight. And dad comes in with the deepest frown you could ever witness. He is down and in the gutter with his piece of shit job that barely pays for his house. Already they had to kill the dog and children for food. Now they have nothing. Nothing to them, it's all they have.

And when the past collides with the future, you have the present. In this moment, spiders crawl up innocent spines, creeping up into brain stems--frying them with electricity. Behind all the wires and crazy transformers? A 600 pound man with broken fingers and 9 rings keeping them in place. He sits in his office without shower or change of clothes, and it's starting to smell up the joint. Mind you, the floor above is basically a crematorium with insubordinate workers fried and eaten by the masses. Yeah, that's fuckin' right, you consume the dead and when the last lash from the whip drives you six feet under, you'll be dined along to nourish the next crew. Dog eat dog world. Man eat man world, honey.

The little dot at the end of the sentence finds it's point, then the day is over. Resting now, sleep sets in. Time to wake up for tomorrow. It's a brand old day, ol' chaps. Look at the dark side: at least today is over.

Love-
Me

Ok, anyone that works out for maybe more than 10 minutes at a time knows what "till failure means". Ok, I changed up from HiiT(which is great, but sometimes you gotta change it up) with jumping jacks, high steps, ski steps and then pacing when resting. So I got a jump-rope, which I am terrible at, for exercise. But, I decided to do it anyway till my coordination and fitness gets well enough where I won't stumble or become breathless easily. So, I came up with this easy, short work out that involves a jump-rope and yourself. Roughly 25 minutes:

Warm up and stretching
Rope jumping as fast as possible till failure(stumble or become too tired to continue)
After failure, do lunges with your hands near your head or your waste 10-15 times till you feel rested enough to rope jump further. Do this for 10 minutes. I listened to two songs that when put together last about 10 minutes and 30 seconds.

Pace or shadowbox(mimic a boxing fight) to keep the blood flowing while resting.

Then do 10-15 lunges. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOnkmCTG9mY That's lunges.
Then do a squat into a cross high-step without board 10-15 times. This, I mean when you come up from the squat you bring your right/left leg up to your chest very high and turn your body slightly with the opposite elbow almost touching it. I don't know what this is really called, but that's what I do. Alternate between exercises for 10 minutes.

Cooldown.

From here I went into lifting for an hour and fifteen.

If you want you can do full body lunges which means when you lunge, bring your body really low and touch the ground with your hands. This is really hard to do for myself and most, so only attempt if you feel you are physically fit enough to do it. If you think this "easy" stuff, then try it out and see what you got.

P.S. Comments are open, but I don't know what anyone would really say. Um, critique?

The Catcher in the Rye, H.P Lovecraft Compilation, and the Full Franz Kafka Compilation. God I love Franz Kafka.