These are a series of posts made by my friends and I. I am Robb. This is how I came to meet Jimby, my centipede-friend.
Robb May 28th,2013 (4:00PM) I was in a half-awake state this morning when I heard a voice say "Nothing is real. I will always stay by your side even though no one really exists." I rolled over and a spider crawled out of my ear then turned around and stared at me for a moment before scurrying off of my pillow.
Robb May 28th,2013 (8:13PM) Dear neighbor(s) living on the other side of my living room wall, That high pitched gibbering coming from your apartment every Monday morning/Sunday night makes me wake up at 3:33 with strange images in my head, dried blood on my face, and another black and white picture of family I've never seen before. This has been going on for over a month now. I was willing to let it go but the dark green fog that has started seeping out from under your door is distressing me. Respectfully, Your neighbor Robb
Robb May 29th,2013 (1:33AM) UPDATE The crack that appeared last week in the side of my refrigerator has grown what appears to be a wiggling pair of antennae and now smells of lavender. Comment by Robb May 29th, 2013: I would not recommend eating anything from that crack. My dog Fluffers got a little too close and, well she hasn't been the same since. I'm not entirely convinced that Fluffers hasn't been replaced with some sort of impostor dog, made entirely of vacuum cleaner dust. Comment by Robb May 29th, 2013: She looks like a poodle pomeranian mix, but I can't be sure. I came home from work one day and she was here. So were her food and water dishes with her name on them. I've always thought it was strange that she never ate or drank anything. That same food has been sitting in her dish for over 6 months.
Robb May 29th,2013 (1:44PM) When life gets hard, keep pushing. When the engine oil that seeps from your pores drips into your eyes and you go blind, push harder. When the grass and soil beneath your feet gives way to piles of wet splintered bones and you can't even remember who you are, laugh and push even harder. Never stop pushing. The master needs this from you. Push harder.
Robb May 30th,2013 (5:13AM) Fascinating. Delightful. Exotic. Dependable. Mysterious. Talkative. Ominous. Green. These are words I would use to describe the balloon I found in the park at midnight.
Robb May 30th,2013 (2:15PM) May the troubles in your life be like the otherworldly landscape you found in the closet you no longer use, contained out of sight behind a locked door and even when the incessant knocking, knocking, KNOCKING grows too loud...you can just carry on with your fast food and TV shows
Robb June 1st,2013 (5:40AM) "This moment," whispered the ground beef I removed from the freezer to thaw earlier today, "This moment will be lost forever. No one is here to remember it but you. Within a year, you will forget what day it was that I spoke. It will be longer before you forget what my exact words are, and you will need to read them aloud from the tattered notebook you wrote them in. On the day you die, you will no longer remember I spoke at all. There are so many moments like this, here in the void." The beef and noodle meal I cooked later was the best I'd ever tasted.
Robb June 1st,2013 (2:32PM) I nearly plummeted to my almost certain demise when my tiled kitchen floor disappeared this morning. Upon further investigation,the hole where once there was floorboards and fake ceramic tiles holding up a table and various appliances contains stairs leading into what appears to be an eternal darkness. The flashlight I rolled down has vanished into the hungry mystery of the Underkitchen. I've also noticed the rough hewn stairs were carved from the bottom up.
Robb June 1st,2013 (8:14PM) I'm looking for the man I met last night while visiting the unmarked grave I often frequent between Bob Evans and the highway. We had a lengthy conversation about the nature of consciousness and inevitability of the universe to stop existing in a state that will support life. When I call the number he gave me, it doesn't even ring. I hear only the faint sounds of an old phonograph skipping over and over again on the word "eternal". I am asking if anyone has met this wonderful man so I can keep in touch with him. I would describe him here, but when I try to remember what he looks like, all I can think of is that he had eyes that reminded me of a lunar eclipse and that he carried a small dripping plastic bag. If you see this man, tell him I will be waiting by the unmarked grave between Bob Evans and the highway. Thank you.
Comment on June 1st, 2013: i think i saw him at McDonald's renting a DVD from redbox a couple hours ago...
Comment by Robb June 1st, 2013: That might have been the man I was talking about. He mentioned that he wanted to see Citizen Kane and wondered if he could get it at redbox. I told him not to keep his hopes up. He smiled knowingly and stared at me for over a minute before saying "I always have hope."
Robb June 1st,2013 (11:58PM) "I wish the adversity you experience will be as the tide pushing you back to the safety of land, so that you may feel the thrill of overcoming an adversary older and more vast than you will ever be." -heard between whispering sobs from the hole in my kitchen floor
Robb June 2nd,2013 (4:10PM) "I'm not sure if telling you this will be my undoing since county officials are looking for me, but I may lose the ability to speak soon. I believe I may have been convicted without trial of the crimes of investigation of dangerous ideas and incorrectly imagining the future. I have been drinking raccoon blood filtered through lead mesh to combat the county officials' satellite tracker embedded somewhere in or on my person. Everyone, it is of vital importance for you to avoid contact with any pets which may have spontaneously appeared this year, no matter how often they have inexplicably brought you exactly what you were silently thinking of, and to stop pretending you aren't afraid. You are afraid. We are all afraid. Perhaps if we can admit it, we can determine our common..." -Shouted from the roof of the hair salon next door, cut abruptly short
Robb June 3rd,2013 (5:25AM) Since I have a lot of time on my hands now that the wailing from the Underkitchen has lowered to a dull whisper, I have started thinking of the gift my grandmother gave me when I was young. I can't remember what it is or where I would have put it so long ago, but I know the feeling it gave me. These thoughts alone conjure emotions that are nearly as strong. It was something small. It might have been something inconsequential, something I wouldn't have saved a special place for in the halls of my memory had it not been associated with other lost moments and lost memories. These times, these hours and days and years are gone. I wonder where I left it. You know when you wake up, motionless with eyes still closed? You are aware that someone is steadily approaching to wake you up but you pretend to continue to sleep until they touch you. I think I left my grandmother's gift there.
Comment by Crumps June 3rd, 2013: I can only think of this as mc manababy saying this.
Comment by Crumps June 3rd, 2013: Or is it mc manerbaby
Comment by Robb June 3rd, 2013: Old McMannerbaby had a farm I-A I-A Cthulhu Ftagn
Comment by Crumps June 3rd, 2013: Is see so it's mannerbaby. Well at least it's now old mc mannercrazyor is it?
Comment by Crumps June 3rd, 2013: Ha teach me to type with my phone. V(;,,;)v
Robb June 3rd,2013 (3:11PM) I am not in the greatest of moods today. The fizzling radio station I usually listen to on my way to work did not, as I had hoped, continue to play the sounds of hydraulic pumps, the slow turnings of an ancient book's pages, punctuating snaps of bone, and the like but instead had a woman frantically speaking "What you see is not the sun. Check the time.It is 3:33 in the morning. I say again, that is not the sun. All instruments I've used to measure this phenomenon tell me only that we should not..." The sound of glass breaking precipitates screeching voices like steel rubbing on steel, making sparks in the night."Shit! That is not the sun! EVERYONE STAY AWAY FR..." I am not sure if I can even enjoy the fact that the station has returned to the familiar sounds I am comfortable with because I am quite offended that this woman swore. On the radio! Where any child or churchgoing ignorer of reality could have heard. For shame.
Comment by CJ June 3rd, 2013: What do you mean it's not the usual distant nuclear fireball?
Comment by Robb June 3rd,2013: Whether it's a nuclear fireball several light minutes from our little rock floating precariously through the void or the celestial presence of some unknowable being, you're missing the point. Do you want your children hearing these trashy expletives and perverting their minds for years to come?
Robb June 4th,2013 (1:50AM) I must admit, I am a bit afraid of the days that I will have to spend alone when my friend Jimby dies. That's right. I think of him as a friend, not a pet. He follows me about the house like a pet, but understands the occasional need for distance like a friend. He attacks intruders like a pet, but asks for assisted suicide like a friend. He sometimes doesn't understand the difference between friends and intruders like a pet, but sometimes doesn't understand the difference between a pet and food like a friend. It will be hard, since I was there since the little guy first crawled across a floor and into a dark hole to feed on live prey, but human and centipede lifespans just refuse to align, no matter how much love and black magic is in your heart. I have to remind myself that it will flow naturally from excruciating present to crushing memory to a general sense of malaise that I cannot explain. So, what I'm saying here is, it's not so bad. It's not so bad.
Comment by Josh June 4th, 2013: Robb... Jimby died six weeks ago. You know that.
Comment by Robb June 4th,2013: NO! Shut up shut up shutupshutupshutup! I don't know what you're talking about! I'm not crying! WHY DO YOU LIE ABOUT THESE THINGS JOSH!?
Comment by Josh June 4th,2013: Robb, we BURIED him. I spent $120 in booze on you that weekend, and we lost a lot of time staying with you to make sure you didn't hurt yourself for two weeks after. I'm very disappointed in this regression. We were making such great progress.
Comment by Josh June 4th,2013: You're never going to be able to move on if you keep pretending that he's still hiding in that box of cornmeal marked "Jimby," eating muffin mix to his heart's content. On a side note, you need to throw that cornmeal out. The mold growing inside of it, due to your insistence on"giving Jimby water," has started eating through the cardboard, and it makes your whole apartment smell like a combination or Grand Lake and cat urine.
Comment by Robb June 4th,2013: Mold? It's not mold. That's Jimby. Why don't you love him anymore? Maybe you're not a good friend after all. He says you make him sad. You'll get used to his smell. He needs water now. I know because he starts shaking and my head starts spinning. The last time I didn't feed him, I found myself in the Shell station on Main Street and all the doors were locked from the outside. I awoke in my parking lot underneath my truck, which now had a full tank of gas. I've got to go. He needs water, but the water isn't working as well. He needs so much more than before. Maybe I should... I'VE GOT TO GO.
Comment by Josh June 4th,2013: You're just going to make a mess.... I think that whatever is growing in there may be some kind of toxic fungus that's causing you to hallucinate.You need to get rid of it NOW. That is NOT Jimby.
Robb June 4th,2013 (11:37PM) This may be my last Facebook post. I have descended the stone stairs into the Underkitchen, strangely hewn by the hands of those from places yet unseen, with a candle in my hand (electric lights like the flashlight I dropped in seem to be eaten by the eternal darkness there, so I thought a flame would stay lit). My friend, Jimby the centipede, who is definitely NOT a colony, neither plant nor animal, growing out of a corn muffin box and getting less and less satisfied with water alone as nourishment, was screaming at me not to go. That it's not safe. That the leviathan has begun to sing and the small motions at the edge of my vision are not my imagination. My curiosity still won out though, and now I am sorry, Jimby. I hope someone else will come to feed and water you. The candle has gone out, though there was no motion in the air. I am not even sure there is gas of any sort here. I am not sure if I am breathing. I am overcome by a fear not unlike the intense vertigo upon the realization that you will never ever matter and that you will one day die. I cannot discern which direction leads deeper down and which direction leads up to my apartment. The walls began to flake like aged cheese when I scratched at them in my blind search for purpose in life, but now there are no walls. I am alone in the emptiness. This may be my last post, dear friends. Goodbye. Goodbye forever.
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Comment by CJ June 4th,2013: The neighbors called, they want their candle back.
Comment by Josh June 5th,2013: UPDATE: After reading this post, I grew very concerned about Robb's current state of mind, and I arrived at his apartment to find his door very slightly ajar, as though somebody had left in a hurry and not bothered to shut it all the way. I walked in and was greeted by a stench that most might mistake for a dead animal, but I knew it to be the same odor coming from Robb's corn muffin mix, which he believed to be his dead centipede-friend, Jimby. The odor-also seemed to smell somewhat of bleach tonight. There were no lights on, but a candle was burning on his kitchen table. It was tipped over, but still very slightly burning. Next to the candle was the aforementioned package of Jiffy corn muffin mix, with the "FF" crudely scribbled into "MB." Very little of the box had not decomposed, but the word "Jimby" was still clear and legible, and the rot seems to have eaten around it. The kitchen floor was covered in glass shards and a fuzzy black growth that I can only assume came as a result of "Jimby." A minute or so in, I heard the muffled shouts of a male voice coming from the basement, and decided to investigate.The stairs seemed to go on longer than they used to, and ended at strong wooden door. There was no concrete floor, only dirt in this part of the basement. I reached for the doorknob, and felt something stick my hand, and I smacked it,assuming that it was a spider. I looked down at my hand to see a centipede still twitching as it gripped my skin in its mouth. The door in front of me thumped loudly and suddenly, sending me into a frenzy. I ran up the staircase for what felt like hours until I finally slammed into the door at the top,which I had purposefully left open when I went downstairs. When I opened to door back into the kitchen, the porch and living room lights was on and I could hear Lustmord's "Dark Awakening" playing in the living room. When I went in to see if Robb had come home, the lights turned off at the same time and the music continued to play. I turned around to leave, and I could see Robb's shadow in the faint candlelight at the table. He had the "Jimby" all over his hands and face, and looked as though he hadn't eaten in days. "Hey dude," I said casually, but breathlessly as I slowly stepped toward the door. "Jimby said you taste good," he said in response, "He eats for me now. I don't have to anymore. But we hate water. We like bleach now, huh Jimby?" he said as he stared to pour bleach onto the remains of the corn muffin box. "Robb..." I started, but he dropped his head into the mixture and immediately began to sob heavily. I left quietly, and turned on a light on the way out. I'll check on him again tomorrow.
Comment by CJ June 5th, 2013: URGENT! If you know the whereabouts of Josh Bergman or Robb Kinnison, please call my cell phone. These posts from Robb have had me worried about his sanity for the past week or so, but these last few and the events I witnessed have me even more concerned. I was visiting Bergman the other day when I noticed he had a strange and slightly swollen bump on his hand. When I asked him about it, he suddenly grew distant and said he couldn't remember how he got it. While he was a bit dazed, despite my attempts to call him back to reality, I took the opportunity to examine his hand. At first glance it appeared no more than a spider bite, but as I looked closer, I could see very thin, faint, dark lines tracing his veins. It ran up his forearm and I can only assume further, but I did not venture to examine further without permission. That had me thoroughly alarmed, so I looked at the site again. There seemed to be something still embedded in it, but as I touched it and before I even had a chance to get a grip on it, it was pulled back in as Josh's hand suddenly flexed and he returned to his normal self. He looked at me in a strange way and before I could say anything, he suddenly pulled his hand away from me, gently rubbing the spot and told me he was going to Robb's house now. He was very insistent and would not listen to my urgings to see a doctor. When I tried to stop him, he looked me straight in the eye and told me to get out of the way. His eyes were....different somehow. This was very unlike him. Then he got in his car and drove off. That was two days ago. Finally, I began to put the pieces together when I saw this post. So I drove over to Robb's. My ancient junker of a car is older than I am and many things don't work in it anymore and haven't for a long while, including the radio. When I pulled up, I saw Josh's car sitting there. As I parked the car, before I could turn it off, the radio suddenly came on,full volume. Only instead of white noise, it sounded like someone pounding a wooden surface loudly. After my initial reaction of shock and pain at the volume, I turned the car off, but the radio did not turn off. I had to reach down and manually pull the fuse. But before I did, I heard something or someone on the radio say "here he comes." I swear I heard either faint laughing or sobbing in the background. I cannot be sure of which. By now, I was quite disturbed and worried. I cautiously approached the door, unsure of what to expect, cautiously fingering my cellphone in my pocket, should I need it. It was unlocked and as I opened it, I immediately gagged as the scent of rotting and decay, mold, and....something else assaulted my nose. Covering my mouth and nose, I opened the door all the way, half expecting to find a carcass lying there. But there was nothing. In fact, the apartment was quite tidy. Rather unusual for Robb, no offense. But the smell was still there. I searched the entire apartment and couldn't find a trace of the source nor of Robb or Josh. Now I was really getting scared. I decided to try to call Robb or Josh's phone. As I pulled out my phone, it was off. Strange... It was on before. I was sure of it, that was what was keeping my fear in check.Now I was nearly paralyzed. I turned it on and it made its usual and unfortunately loud start up sound. I was absolutely terrified now since my irrational mind told me that I had probably alerted something to my presence with the noise. Instinct heightened every one of my senses and yet I could hear nothing. Trying to control my shaking, I looked down at my phone. Instead of the normal locked screen, there was a scrambled sentence on the screen. "1T5M3LLSF3AR" Not sure of what it said, I stood there shaking,trying to decipher it, if it meant anything. Something dripped on my hand. I froze. Everything about the apartment was tidy. Clean. Almost expecting someone. Everything except the smell and the lack of residents appeared normal. But the drip reminded me one thing: humans rarely think to look up. What was on my hand was dark, almost a sickly yellow-green and almost fuzzy. Slowly, I looked up. That was my big mistake. I saw something, but I can't quite remember what. Next thing I knew, there was a sharp pain at my ankle, my ears were filled with the sound of someone knocking or pounding and screaming, and I was out cold. I woke up in my house. It was almost 3 hours later.My car was parked in the driveway. I don't remember how I got here. I feel like there's something I should remember. Something I'm supposed to check. But I have to go back to Robb's apartment. So, if you see either Robb or oh god. the words on my phone. it smells fear. oh god
Comment by JIMBY June 5th,2013: Do not be afraid.
JIMBY June 5th,2013 (4:27AM): Photo posted by Jimby June 5th
Comment by Josh June 5th,2013: What is this? How are you on here?
Comment by JIMBY June 6th, 2013 (2:36AM): Do not be afraid. Eleven. Cool air blown from a mountain. Cats howling in the night. Growing. A dark spot in the center of the sky, no matter where you look. Growing. Growing.
Robb June 5th,2013 (3:28PM) You may put all of your qualms to rest. Well, at least all of the ones concerning my well-being. The anxiety you feel that each moment may be your first moment imprinted with the memory of a fictionalized past or that what you believe to be consciousness is actually just an illusion, that you really have no control of anything you do, that you are just a small automaton and cannot remove yourself from the steadily moving belt of fate, these are qualms I do not think I will put to rest with this post, but I will try. You see, I found myself without hope in the eternal darkness of the Underkitchen. I was there for maybe a week, time dilation seems to be common in complete blackness as well as in dimensionally caused altered states of mind. I felt, but did not see, a brilliant radiant presence come from a direction I can only assume to be heavenward. I could feel its wings, made of compressed photons, gently lick my tear stained cheeks. It felt like the first genuine smile after the death of a loved one, honest happiness tinged with the guilt that questions whether you deserve this feeling. I heard, as clear as a siren declaring an air raid is over, a voice tell me that I would be saved. That my angel was Jimby and he would always be here to protect and guide me in my toddler's wobble through a silly, inconsequential thing like life. He told me he loved me. He told me many things. Some of the things he told me are older than this rock we stand on. Some of the things he told me I have forgotten. I simply opened my eyes this afternoon as I was frying an egg for a sandwich before work. I remember the Underkitchen and Jimby, my centipede-friend, but I also have conflicting memories that whisper that I was home cleaning yesterday and that I simply went to bed before waking up to fry an egg. I'm not sure which is real, but, dear friends, does it really matter? I am here. Eating an egg and mayonnaise sandwich and posting of my life on Facebook. I am sure of this and I am happy. I will plan my perhaps nonexistent future and enjoy this sandwich. I'm not sure if I am getting the point across that Jimby has told me with his forbidden knowledge, but now, nor ever, is not the time for fear. Do not be afraid. Let us live in this mixed up chaotic, inexplicable reality. Let us live.
So that's that, guys. I have more posts I can transcribe here if you guys are interested in knowing more of the things Jimby and I have been up to.
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