TheLoadedDog
Well-known member
I've been hesitant to post this.
I am actually a pretty safe guy. I help old ladies across the road, rescue kitty cats out of trees, give spare change to the Salvation Army, etc....
But.
I have dark monsters. I suspect we all do.
I first noticed it back in 2004. I was walking to the railway station. I was just absent mindedly tooling it along the street, as you do. Now, I walked past a block of apartments. There was a three foot high brick wall with all the letter boxes/mail boxes embedded in it. Apartments 1 to 18 or or whatever. Cool. In the bottom right hand corner was a double wide letter box for the directorship of the block of units. It said BODY CORPORATE. Fine. But as I walked by, I saw it out of the corner of my eye, and it said BLOODIED CORPSE.
Yikes.
I scared the hell out of myself.
This sort of thing has happened multiple times since.
Then you get those news stories on TV...
"Heavily armed police tactical squad have surrounded a house where a man claiming to have a shotgun is holed up. The siege is in its thirteenth hour now. The entire street is under lockdown."
Silly, silly man. But you know what? Whilst I don't condone his actions and would never do it myself, I find myself on his side. It's like that movie "Falling Down".
Dark monsters from the depths of the animal brain. I've never had any trouble greater than a slightly overdue library book - BUT I CAN SEE IT.
I can see a point where you just go "fresia THIS". Utterly imperfect and full of ethical holes, but beats suicide, I suppose.
Thoughts?
I am actually a pretty safe guy. I help old ladies across the road, rescue kitty cats out of trees, give spare change to the Salvation Army, etc....
But.
I have dark monsters. I suspect we all do.
I first noticed it back in 2004. I was walking to the railway station. I was just absent mindedly tooling it along the street, as you do. Now, I walked past a block of apartments. There was a three foot high brick wall with all the letter boxes/mail boxes embedded in it. Apartments 1 to 18 or or whatever. Cool. In the bottom right hand corner was a double wide letter box for the directorship of the block of units. It said BODY CORPORATE. Fine. But as I walked by, I saw it out of the corner of my eye, and it said BLOODIED CORPSE.
Yikes.
I scared the hell out of myself.
This sort of thing has happened multiple times since.
Then you get those news stories on TV...
"Heavily armed police tactical squad have surrounded a house where a man claiming to have a shotgun is holed up. The siege is in its thirteenth hour now. The entire street is under lockdown."
Silly, silly man. But you know what? Whilst I don't condone his actions and would never do it myself, I find myself on his side. It's like that movie "Falling Down".
Dark monsters from the depths of the animal brain. I've never had any trouble greater than a slightly overdue library book - BUT I CAN SEE IT.
I can see a point where you just go "fresia THIS". Utterly imperfect and full of ethical holes, but beats suicide, I suppose.
Thoughts?