Post by Mr. Tees on Mar 30, 2023 11:40:45 GMT
The setting looks reminiscent of the old west, very frontier looking. Yours truly appears dressed in time typical western style fashion dressed entirely in black and looking like Ace Hamlin from the 1995 version of “The Quick and The Dead.” Yours truly walks into a time period bar and waste little time before ordering. Interestingly enough there is no one else in the bar aside from myself and the barkeeper.
Tees: Barkeep bring me a whisky and leave the bottle I like to see what I’m drinking.
The barkeep does as I ask oddly without saying a mumbling word.
Flash forward to another setting this one appears to be in the present day but in the master bedroom of a historic house of some sort in the historic portion of Trenton, NJ. The house must be at least 100 years old if not more but still looks to have good bones and be in decent shape. I am in a conversation with a redheaded woman only this is how I know something is fucked up, she is talking to me from the mouth in her stomach as opposed to the mouth that is attached to her face, the two mouths seem to have two distinctive personalities but are in agreement on one thing here.
Unknown woman (via her stomach mouth): You need to come back something is left unsettled that you and you alone have to fix, everything will remain completely out of balance unless/until you do.
Tees: But what?
Unknown Women (Via facial mouth): We don’t agree on a lot of things, but this we are In total agreement on, only you can do it you have been chosen since before birth to fix this and no one else can.
Tees: Fix what?
Unknown Woman (Via Stomach mouth): You know, you know full well what it is and what you have to fix telling you would be redundant.
Tees: What is it? This makes no sense.
Unknown Women (Facial mouth): You know, it will make sense in time.
And like that I awake in my own bed laying along side my lovely wife, I punch myself in the face to make sure I’m not still dreaming and for the fact that something I did contributed to such weird and wild dreams.
Tees: Barkeep bring me a whisky and leave the bottle I like to see what I’m drinking.
The barkeep does as I ask oddly without saying a mumbling word.
Flash forward to another setting this one appears to be in the present day but in the master bedroom of a historic house of some sort in the historic portion of Trenton, NJ. The house must be at least 100 years old if not more but still looks to have good bones and be in decent shape. I am in a conversation with a redheaded woman only this is how I know something is fucked up, she is talking to me from the mouth in her stomach as opposed to the mouth that is attached to her face, the two mouths seem to have two distinctive personalities but are in agreement on one thing here.
Unknown woman (via her stomach mouth): You need to come back something is left unsettled that you and you alone have to fix, everything will remain completely out of balance unless/until you do.
Tees: But what?
Unknown Women (Via facial mouth): We don’t agree on a lot of things, but this we are In total agreement on, only you can do it you have been chosen since before birth to fix this and no one else can.
Tees: Fix what?
Unknown Woman (Via Stomach mouth): You know, you know full well what it is and what you have to fix telling you would be redundant.
Tees: What is it? This makes no sense.
Unknown Women (Facial mouth): You know, it will make sense in time.
And like that I awake in my own bed laying along side my lovely wife, I punch myself in the face to make sure I’m not still dreaming and for the fact that something I did contributed to such weird and wild dreams.