The Trouble with Earthworms?

**K HjLL** · April 21st, 2009

INT- Construction hotel Room

The other night at 1:00am in the morning I was power trauling listening to my I-pod. I kept getting the original songs stuck in my head. All the samples they use in Hip-hop and rock. Everythings in a different cord. I was singing the original lyrics of whoever was on and their new lyrics. It was strange I couldn't get the original song out of my head.

But what freaked me out. I started to think of a story of a kid or adult who has to listen to music to stop hearing voices. In a way like Radio. But a possesion/murder. A bad trip or just his or hers own demons trying to get their attention. So it can grow. But it needs you to hear them first.

I got so scared when the power traul and music stopped at the same time, the hair on my neck tickled me with bumps it sent chills down my spine. I started screaming out the only song I knew at the top of my lungs, "................ burning ring of fire" I quickly walked down the hall of the hotel as I yelled and screamed at the same time. As if a shadow kept watching me and tugging at my shirt. The moonlight shining through the wood studs creating a noir effect on the concrete. I tripped on the board as I fell out the side of the building. No sooner did I look back when I saw something else looking back at me.Threw the flapping poly I thought it was a head. Blink and realized what just happened. I scared myself with my imagination.

P.s. "I'm skinny bop, bop." Always gets stuck there eating away on repeat.

And Uncle Stevie If you are in Chicago on a Monday stop at the Kingston Mines they have the best Blues bands I've ever heard live.