Saturday, September 20, 2014

A grusome party

I lived in a huge ancient building.    The walls were blocks of stone, the ceiling was giant black planks of wood.    I bathed in a sunken tub and dressed in 1920s type finery.  I realized I had to shave my legs.  I walked outside and there were heavy woods.  I walked down a path and I saw a girl I knew.  I asked her if she had a razor.  She went into a cave and brought out several.  They were strange ancient devices and I started to shave my legs.  The twisted razor cut deeply down into my legs.

I went back to the castle like building and there were dozens of people.  It was a party.  The band was playing and I joined the dancers.  I was bleeding freely as I danced.