Stanton Creek Sounds

Remade And Touched Up Some Playlists And Mood Boards So Here They Are

Remade and touched up some playlists and mood boards so here they are

Stanton Creek Sounds

The smell of misty midnight woods and the feel of the itchy truck seating. The sounds of lonesome folk guitars and gravel on the road. You’re following that light through the trees and really hoping your friend was the one that just put Black Sabbath on the radio …

Trond Oftebro, Red Rabbit

The dreams are getting hard to ignore and the nausea’s getting to you, and as hard as you try to fight, something else in you wants to come out. For the time being though, just get back to the palette and pencils. There’s a story to paint, and if you can get that something onto canvas, it might be the catharsis you need. Just keep your chin up and look for bluer skies (and silver discs).

Farrah “Torn and Toked” Gerschwitz

You’re not the asshole you used to be, but something else entirely. You’ve endured the week all for this day so treat yourself to something weird and mean. Let the taste crawl down your throat and into your mind. Lock the doors, turn the lights off, and let the void wash over. You’re here, you’re angry, and you’re gonna remind the voice in your head you don’t forget and sure as hell don’t forgive.

An odd moment at a bank.

I believe it's from reading too many horror novels or horror movies or possibly even both, but I get these ideas that lead my imagination to run away and imagine the worse possible thing to happen while in public. Like last Wednesday, at my local TD Bank I went in to deposit a check and to fix a problem I have with online account. After depositing my check I asked the bank teller where I can get help with my online account to which I was directed to the area for customer service.

A woman came over and asked me to come back to her desk. When I got there I explained my situation and she then went to the site and whatnot so I can show her that I can't log into the site. After that we had to sit through a long wait for a call to go through to some service to aid me fixing my online account. As I sat there I recalled how crappy my day has been. Especially the part where some empty headed girl spilled Dr.Pepper all over the comic I was lending to a friend. I remembered how she didn't even care and how I wanted to end her life. But, back to the bank.

There I sat, really enthralled in how the day has been going so far. The woman from costumer service mentioned how bad the day has been going so far and how bad the whether's been. I agreed with her. The small chat ended and I sat in silence. Behind me was a bald man from costumer service helping out a mother and daughter (I presume) with someone's account. My mind then went on it's natural course and made a monster out of this guy.

I can see how this would've happened, the man, an employee from the bank one day gets sick, violently sick. Possibly from eating the wrong food or just mysteriously becoming ill from working overtime. if that's even possible. I then thought up how he would be talking to the mother and daughter and cough some mucus up, he'd spit it in a tissue and throw it in the trash can at his desk. As he talked about setting up a new account or something but then he feels his throat crawl, yeah that's right, I said crawl. What comes next is up for debate on what it means. A sudden red growth pushes it's self out of his mouth and slams onto the desk in front of the mother and daughter. The woman who was waiting on a call would scream and I would turn around to see what the freight was about. Then I'd see it and my mind would be messy with an explanation.

The red glob would then lift up and the man would still be attached to the creature and he would most likely be dead or still alive to be the vehicle for the creature. It would then be imposing in the air as the entire bank stared at it. Following natural horror laws, the creature would attack most likely the mother and/or daughter. Possibly for more sustenance or to spread it's offspring like a parasite. At that moment I would run for the doors as the creature attacked the mother and daughter or anything closest to it. Security would fire shots at it and possibly kill it or well...yeah you see where I'm going with this.

As I dissected this whole idea I focused on why the customer service man would have to suffer the terrible fate of being host to such a parasite. I figured that this whole thing would happen since banks are much like parasites and are symbiotic to whom ever has an account with the bank. Or I was just really having a bad day and I figured that would be the most impossible thing to happen and if it did then my day would get worse times two.

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ketusbetus

1 year ago