And there it goes. Friggin people. Friggin useless people called family. If only they could cease to exist at the coming of age. They don't need to die, they just don't need to show up to my face. I also happen to be the most unimportant bag of scum in the household. And for that reason, I absolutely hate myself. I hate my days of vulnerability where I had to depend on other scum-dirt dolls for support. I still hate myself when I "need" support.
Tues. Dec 29th, 2015, 11:47pm
It wasn't long before my human element was wearing thin. I started becoming sick. I was about 35. I was having migraines, chest pains, and nightmares of being stuck inside the portal. Then, the doctors came with the news. June 3rd: You have exactly 2 months to live. Not cancer, but an actual being inside me. It was not harmful, but for some odd reason, it was killing me.
As brittle as he can be, the second man is actually quite a helpful character. He's the guy that can turn down the wedding gig and get me into Timberlake tour gig. He's been the subject to a lot of harsh treatment. He basically manages all resources of anger, tactics, and critical thinking.
It's quite the ride having three characters. It's pretty hard to keep them all in their own corners. But sometimes they need to come together. The third man is the nocturnal and he is the guts to all the art I make. The second man can be pretty coy and pretty harsh at times, but he's always got a soft side when needed. The first guy is quite literally just me. It's the guy who loves hats, headphones and sits at his desk writing songs and novels for school.
After what felt like 5 hours, I finally woke up, and the feeling was vaguely familiar. I was up on the mountain in space, and I needed to take a piss quick. Although I was unsure if Nocturnals needed to take pisses, I got up and started spraying, until something felt incredibly warm. I soon realized that I was pissing myself in bed at my house.
Taylor said,"David, you are one of the only people that will ever know of this. You are what we call a nocturnal. Basically, your way of harnessing other's emotions has granted you the opening to another dimension. In this dimension, you are known as just another session cat, but the truth is that you are the only nocturnal of your kind. The sound of the universe is on your very fingertips."
The first account of my meeting with the Sisters was back in 2002. I was in grade 10. So mind you, this is a long time ago, so it might be a little rough to understand, but here we go.
(this world of which we are observing does not work by our sense of time. It is forever because it is not accessible from any dimension. Time is merely a title, it does not apply.(the fluidity of numbers))