Davi El Mejor

something i wrote when i was bored at work... it happens a lot

Wed, 02 Feb 2005 19:44:56 GMT

Brent had never seen himself from this perspective. His hands held tight to the steel beam supporting his burden. His world became aphotic. His vision obscured by a crimson mask. What was on his hands? His chest? His face? So many things bombarded his mind as the blood streamed into his eyes. He had never felt the sting of blood mixing with the high salinity of his eyes. He could not bear it any longer. He released the steel beam, hoping that it would all just end, then weightlessness. His burdened life became an unfettered free-fall.

“Awake Sarca.”

Where is that voice coming from? He thought to himself, his trepidation rendering his voice useless.

“Become Sarca.”

What the blazes? What is going on here? Who the hell is Sarca? Who is talking? Am I ever going to hit the ground?

“Breath.”

Brent awoke from his dream sopping-wet. His nose had been hemorrhaging for the last half hour. The mixture of sweat and blood pooled into his deep-set eyes and down his slender torso sullying his crisp pale shirt. What the hell was that all about?

He looked about his room wondering how he had even arrived there. Last thing he remembered was drinking at Flora’s house. Now, he was in his room, laying in utter awe at his disenfranchised mind. He looked out onto his drive and saw no cars, no bikes, and not even a little red wagon. He ran his fingers under his nose. Still bleeding, damn.

On his way to the bathroom to retrieve a towel, he stepped on a small pebble. Now where in the hell did a pebble come from? My night just keeps getting curiouser and curiouser.

As he fondled his way down the mutedly lit corridor, he stumbled across additional pebbles; all the same ghostly wan color. His eyes still burned from the blood and sweat. His vision was cloudy at best. His hand finally reached the familiar knob to the bathroom. Its cold brassiness resonated a safety in this place. His ring broke the silence of the dead hallway as it struck the knob. As the sound reached Brent’s body, it descended into his core and began to burn away the darkness that had settled there. Brent began to convulse.

Brent awoke still lying on the threshold between the safety of the night-light shining brilliantly above the sink and the staunch darkness of the pebble-strewn hallway. The blood in his eyes had crusted over. His shirt was sickeningly stiff with blood and sweat. He brushed the thick clots of blood from his eyes and let them peruse the hallway. The pebbles had begun to appear more vivid and bright than they were before. Their sullen, vapid faintness gave way to a warmer softer glow, like a candle in the distance. His mind instantaneously gave an explanation. It was just your eyes before, you see much clearer now.

What the hell happened to me? He removed his shirt. He closely examined it, and surely enough; it smelled of cheap alcohol and blood. A ghastly concoction to overload anyone’s olfactory. He dropped it downward towards the porcelain-tiles. It settled onto the floor next to the gilded foot of the tub. Its stiffness crackling under the weight of the sweat-soaked cotton, sending shivers through Brent’s bare, muscular back. Fearing a relapse of whatever had happened to him in the doorway, he refused to turn on the light.

All will be better once I wash this horrible night off of me.

He groped about the room for a clean towel, placed it on the toilet and began to draw the hot water from the wintry pipes.

Wed, 26 Jan 2005 18:25:39 GMT

This is from my xanga... that's my censored blog... but since no one knows about this one... i can be as honest as i wanna be... so it has extras

Eating: creamy garlic Caesar salad

Listening: Norah Jones - Come away with me

Talking: kyle

Weather: what else in Buffalo - snow

So being stuck in this damned townhouse for the last couple of days is driving me bonkos… I’m not even getting dressed most of these days… but today is different… Martha is supposed to take new pictures of me today!!! Yay so if y’all’ve been waiting for new pictures of me… here they come! But in all actuality, the pictures are to wrangle me a new “friend” his name is Eric… teehee…

Listening: Norah Jones - Don’t know why

So many potentials have slipped by this last month… Like Jon... he's a really nice guy i was supposed to see a movie at his house... but before i could get directions... his phone went ubercrappy... I’m uber upset… but at least with Eric I’ll have a constant line of communications… unlike when the others phones get all farked up and they never fix them… that makes me a little upset… but his loss…

Listening: Pink - Family Portrait

Talked to sara the other night… got a little intense about stuff that’s happening/ed in our lives and now in my opinion we’re all better… I harbored some resentment about what’s gone on b/w us… but you know life’s too short be bitter/upset/mad/various other synonyms… see the way i see the situation is that she fucked me over pretty good... we had a good thing going on... we were happy... we were kind of dating... but she was kind of dating another guy... unbeknownst to me... and then i left for boot camp and came home trying to start up back where we left off... but come to find out she thought i just upped and left her... so she went to the other guy... even though i still wanted to be with her... and during the conversation the other night i told her about Eric and she got all paranoid that i while i was with her... i wanted to be with some random guy... kind of like her... but i didn't say that because that would make me the asshole... but now were fine like i said earlier...

Listening: Martina McBride - independence day

Angel is coming up to Buffalo and we’re going clubbing w00t… we’re so gonna tear up the clubs… w00t… February 4th beware Buffalo!!!!

My feelings for snow still have not changed I hate it with the same passion Napoleon had for conquering Russia… futile but it’s still there

... (elipsis: the most useful thing ever)

Mon, 24 Jan 2005 19:53:29 GMT

eating: nectarine and tater tots
wearing: calvin klein pajama pants and wife beater
listening: brandy and monica - the boy is mine
talking: angel, matt, brandon
i have a feeling this is going to take a while to type out... ha
listening: kelly clarkson - miss independant
see already through one song and have nothing of substance in here...
ok substance begins now:
here's the sitch... my ex is dating my old best friend... awkward little... but i digress... he is in no way as good looking as me... i'm not vain or anything... but seriously... i'm not ugly and well... he's borderline ugly... now my best friend brandon's ex is dating a guy that is definitely ugly... and she's an uber bitch... we were like wtf??? i'm just wondering if they're slumming...
listening: tatu - all the things she said
listening: TLC - waterfalls
wow... that was a big gap... hmmm... oh yes... the exes... i love my ex... she's fabulous... we were gonna get married... good thing it didn't work out... :| ... haha cuz i'd be a divorced 20 year old with a kid and an evil bitter exwife that would threaten my life everyday of my life... not to mention having a better looking boyfriend *if i had one :( *
listening: fiona apple - criminal
listening: garth brooks/trisha yearwood - in another's eyes
but i digress... mostly because i forgot where i was going with that... oh well... i guess i'm just rambling now... and with that... i hate snow... and i'm out

Sun, 23 Jan 2005 12:08:01 GMT

wow... roommates fighting at 430 in the morning is not conducive to sleep... i wake up an hour earlier than i need to be... which is already fucking ridiculously early... to drama... straight up drama... i was half tempted to roll outta bed... in nothing but a smile... walk through the middle of their fight... and hop in the shower... but being the not so morning person that i am... i just lay there pissed off and fuming... for an hour... 'til my alarm went off... and like the doofus that i am... hit the snooze three times to fake sleep for fifteen minutes... sidebar what kind of fucking alarm clock has a five minute snooze? end sidebar... all because i thought my other roommate was asleep in his bed... but nay... i had spent all morning tip toeing around the room in the dark for no good reason... story of my life... but anyways... i ate a bowl of microwaved tater tots at the house... then at work i finished off the wonton soup from three days ago and had a nectarine... breakfast of champions... and thus you know my glorious morning...
oh matt and i had a really good talk last night for a long time... far past my bed time... but well worth it

Fri, 21 Jan 2005 18:33:57 GMT

cigarettes... the best after food and sex...

it's thursday... you know what that means ;)

Fri, 21 Jan 2005 01:36:44 GMT

welp, it's thursday... you know what that means :D hit the bar with the boys yay!

my real first entry

Thu, 20 Jan 2005 05:37:35 GMT

well... here is a real entry... not something matt put up there...

so hmmm... yah... my date on tuesday didn't go... but i did go out to a movie... but not with that special someone... estoy triste :(

FROM TEH DAVI EL MEJOR IN TEH BUFFALO

Thu, 20 Jan 2005 05:29:03 GMT

WORD UP HOMIES!!!!!