A Dream I once has.

I was alone. The wind blew though my ears leaving me with a feeling of being clear headed, I found myself in an open landscape stretching as far as the eye could see but alas there was no colour to this beautiful place.
I was on a path which I followed with eye ended at a castle or church in the distant.

 I started walking along the path when I noticed what looked like a lake in front of the building. I heard noises which I had never heard before which sounded like bird songs, yet I didn't see any signs of life.
as I came closer I noticed colours from the sky dancing with each other and then falling majestically  down into the lake as they fell I felt a feeling of euphoria I wanted to stop and watch the colours but something was pulling me, calling me to reach the building so I carried on along the path with my head held high.

I came close to the end of the path when i noticed the lake was actually cliffs dropping deeper then I have every seen, looking up the sky had completely opened and I could see several planets enormous in the sky surrounded by thousands of stars and nebula's lighting the night sky in a glory of colour and life up in front of me. I saw a complete umbra of a man all light shone behind him not in front so I could not make out any facial features. I approached the man and questioned him.
' Sir, may I ask you where I am?'
'Why,' he replied as he stepped into the light,'I thought you of all people would know this place James.'
I could see him clearly now he had a bowler hat on with a three piece suit he had piercing eyes of bright green that seemed to make me trust every word he was saying his face was weathered he seemed well educated and some how he knew my name.
'What is down there?' I asked him.
'That is everything you have known and will know, every memory you have and will have.'
I felt a confused I didn't understand what he was saying.
'Are you saying

Wallpaper

I found myself staring at the wallpaper again. In a house where you wouldn't think you could find weed but this was the best place apparently to get some fine home grown shit.

An old woman wearing a floral dress approached us with a tray filled with baggies and samples. Now this was my kind of drug dealer a little old lady, she must have been shit scared of us, Caden being a 160 pound Mexican and me a scrawny white middle aged man sweating uncontrollable. the heat always got to me, even though I was born on the hottest day of the year I was probably sweating lots that day to, help me to slide right out PLOP! right into the doctors arms.
The old lady let us try a few spliffs of her stuff and we settled for some purple haze and was on our way.
We stepped into the blistering heat of down town L.A and clambered into an Buick Wildcat 1967 a bit beat up but still runs good with the roof down. We sat down rolled up and rolled out in 3minutes both clutching a joint in one hand and a drink in the other.
'So where do we start?'
'our hotel is the Mayfair Hotel should be just around the corner and tonight we have a party with the fashion people that want a story about it.'
Another faceless party full of faceless people sporting clothes made from the sweat and blood of Taiwanese children.
'Sounds good..I'm their.'
It was another 5 hours before the party we holed up in the hotel room and took shots of tequila snorters (instead of salt on the hand it was a line of coke) and a few caps of mescaline. we were tripping hard by the time we got into the party.
10 foot high banners of a the new line of clothing by Frebby Jackson I hated these parties the socialites squealed like pigs about to go to the slaughter house know that their lives were meaningless and were about to end, these people try to give themselves purpose but their all just corpses waiting for the grave so they can party with the maggots and worms.
'So what the hell am I suppose to write about these pricks.' mescaline hitting me hard.
'I dunno your the writer,except right now you look like Mr Tumnus just write about the event.'
I could see the mescaline was kicking in for him too, they want a story I'll give them a story.
I walked right up to Frebby Jackson introduced myself to the best of my abilities and told him I just wanted to listen to conversation they were having.


'I was in america,'the conversation went,'and over their I have my cabin of boys in this camp.'
WHAT IS GOING ON is this guy a pedo I thought to myself what have I got myself into.
'....and then we all stripped off and jumped into the pool.'
Is this the norm in the fashion industry i thought fuck it I'm out i don't give a fuck about the story I'm getting the fuck out.One big hit of their coke and i'm out of here.


Next morning I wake up aching all over and with no memory of leaving the party, I had a split lip and bruises on my face and body. What the fuck happened? did I do something bad? Probably always turns out that way.
My laptop was on next to me on my e-mails there was one sent message from 1am it was to the editor:
'I'M NOT WRITING A STORY ABOUT A FUCKING PEDO FASHION DICK MAYBE YOU SHOULD STOP TAKING ACID BEFORE YOU GIVE ME MY FUCKING STORIES!'
The phone began to ring aggressively.
Oh shit. 


 

I wish

This is not the natural order of life! In this society I feel misplaced. I do not wish to have a career, I do not wish to have a house that someone else made, I do not wish to have a wife and kids. I don't want to live in ignorance.
I wish to survive I wish to live without money without fear that on every corner I'm being watched. I wish to be anonymous to everyone but the people i know. I do not wish to support the capital for them to profit from me .
I want to live,run,hunt my own food make my own home ENJOY MY FUCKING LIFE!
Because you only get one and spending it working for other people is a sorry excuse for a life. I wish people felt the same way but their all wrapped up in their lives of mediocrity and convenience in this media controlled world.
No more will we live alone
No more will humans fight humans
No more fear
No more will stupid/evil people have all the power and money.
Everybody will be equal everyone will be free!
But alas paranoia and money clouds our judgement and we condemn the earth to pick up the pieces after this party. Why can't we see we are another pound in their piles.
Forever swimming in the cesspit called humanity.

Another crazy event

'When the person on the switchboard falls asleep, then we shall strike....' I thought to myself pouring another glass of rum and coke.

The menu tonight was brains mainly mine,seeing how it was all over the floor already.We had taken the fabled LSD with some young teenagers. Spotty faced ghouls of the night stalking girls like a pack of horny dog.

'We have to get out of here, this place is crawling with rats..' I stumbled at my friend sitting next to me.

'Chill, these guys are cool free LSD just roll up a joint and chill the fuck out.'

I got out my bag (full of prescription drugs) and took a big hit of  Oxycodone it is an opiod medication synthesized from opium-derived thebaine. It was developed in 1916 in Germany, as one of several new semi-synthetic opioids in an attempt to improve on the existing opioids: morphine,heroin and codeine, which was easy to get hold of if you knew exactly what to say.

'Hello doctor I have rather bad bowel movements is there anything that could help with that?'

I always hated doctors surgeries.The smells,the people,the cold  instruments, the long pointy end of a needle applying pressure to the skin and finally breaking it, receiving or taking it was always the same feeling. I fucking hate needles ever since I was a kid but back to the story.

The doctor looked at me for what seemed like a long 5 minutes I was sweating uncontrollable I had just taken two hits of nitrous oxide not the greatest idea but I wouldn't go in to a doctor surgery without being on something first.

Caden was waiting in the lobby probably biting his nails he was just as messed as me.But in a suit.

The doctor was looking down on me i could feel he gaze I just wanted to stand up and say:'look here you god fearing piece of shit are you going to give me the fucking drugs or not cus I'm fit to fucking burst here and I might just blow my fucking brains all over you.' at this point in the fantasy I blow brains out with a Ruger Blackhawk blowing my brain and fantasy away.

I was back in the room the doctor was handing me a piece of paper.

'Mr Wilcliff your prescription.'he said with a confused look on his face, who knows how long I was staring into space.I wiped the sweat from my face.

'Cheers doc hope this clears it up I been shitting burning water hahahahaha!and this hand wiped it all hahaha'

I patted him on the shoulder a look of disgust appear on his face as I took my hand away, as I closed the door I smiled and watched as he ripped the coat off and hurled it to the floor. 
So it begins. 

  

Introduction........

Hey im Remy im 20 years old and im trying to be a writer, fuck knows why but I'll give it a try anyway.
if u enjoy it great if u dont't i don't give a fuck because this is just to give a ground to stand on.



HOPE YOU ENJOY!!