The Flying Ship

The Flying Ship

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Boots On

What possible reason would a boy have for sleeping with his boots on?

I had a nightmare one time.

That in the most ordinary repetitive actions we make, we allow evil to enter our souls. Applying make up, turning on the light, brushing teeth, locking the house, putting on boots.

Somehow, it was impressed upon me the idea that one day, when I put on my boots in the morning, something in my brain with just go "ding!". I'll realize that morality means nothing, that life means nothing, that everything means nothing. And the evil will get out. And I will kill everyone.

So I put on my boots at night, sleep with them on, just to shake things up a little.



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