Pointless banter

Ok I've been thinking and I've come up with an understandable reason to my problem. First off, my problem is that I couldn't seem to write my blog. The reason?

Well all that I've been thinking about when I want to write a blog are my dreams. But my dreams are... less then happy. It's not something I can just write about because they are all images. 

My dreams go from a bathtub full of crimson blood to a person I know following me with a knife out ready to strike. 

It's hard to explain, but then again who can explain their dreams perfectly without fault?

The other person always has the upper hand. Whether it be by having a more advanced gun type or a longer knife. It's always the same. It's the chase they want, and a chase is what they're going to get. I'm not going to let them have me without knowing that I've been trouble. Even though from experience I know that if you make the chase harder, the pain they give you will be more agonising. Maybe not physically but mentally. 

I think knives star a lot in my mind because I know that the knife if the extension of the hand. You use the knife when you want to do it with your hands but it's impossible. So you use the knife. You use force. You imagine that your hands did it. It's much more personal. 

The guns, well... I just like guns. The whole 'This type of gun is for smaller hands and this is for shooting things into smithereens' thing is interesting. 

This is a bit of a pointless blog. But it feels good to get my thoughts into order. You're probably thinking 'That's order?!' But think of this. If I consider that order, imagine what's in my mind!

EEPP!! 

Well I'm off. 

The day's are waistin'

xxAntidoteForTheViolentHills