Current mood:
cheerful
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
My filthy children,
Here is the audio recording I have promised you. It's something of an audio diary or note Jytt made. Not for the weak minded! I have received more of these. Let me know if you want another sample while waiting for Janne to mix a new song for us.
Here is a script I made of the recording. Hope it's correct. Put on your headphones and enjoy.
Your servant,
The Informer
AboutViolence********
I sit down to write about violence.
"What kind of violence do you prefer?" he used to ask
It started with simple things, the organic approach. A gentle knuckle, skin forcing itself on another skin, bones bursting through the surface. A hand is the grenade made of flesh, blood and white stone. Simple in a brutal friendliness.
Then came the toolkit. It was made of thick leather. It smelled moist and the rusty hammers and nails inside kept it all together for a while.
But he preferred knifes. For me the blade was too clinical. Twisting and turning it could make a mess, but still it always remained a very tidy chaos. A blunt razor has the feeling of brute force but at the end you are left with a strange taste of dignity, erotic excitement.
Then I found metal. Engines. Cars. Tires. That thumping sound. The body like a waste bag. You practise with dogs to get used to the noise metal makes when it bends under a pile of organic breathing material. After the sound you have to get used to the sensation of something soft and limber underneath the tires. Don't step on the break too soon. Don't fumble with the gears. Backwards, forwards, backwards...It's like a monotone prayer or a mantra. Sooths you into vomiting.
So, now I should write about it. Violence.
I really have nothing to say about it. He is waiting for the final analysis, explanation or maybe a way to make him feel morally superior to me.
But all I ever do I do out of love. Because like most things, violence is best when shared with your fellow man.