Saturday, January 21, 2012
Leftovers
Just Great. If you want to throw me in the fridge then go ahead. But I'm a god damned human, not some leftovers. So I'll do whatever the hell I want with the inside of this fridge here, and I won't be opening the door just because you're hungry.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Dream (Low blood sugar)
Scene 1.
In a long line up at a market, someone's with me, my sister or mother, don't know. Having a conversation with the cashere, there are many people behind me and there are more and more. My condition is getting worse, I gotta get to the hotel. periodically my mind begins to spin. It begins to stretch, sideways, as if forcing my visiong sideways with a pressure inside my head. Then it all reverts back to normal. Finally we get out of here. Were running back, I can't keep my balance, or speak really. I'm in a foreign place, and some people are asking me if they can help, but I know better, they'll want money, or something, so I just keep running. I find my sister and ask her for help, she helps to stabalize me. We pass through a darker room with blue colours. I realize I might be dying, so I stop when there to dance for a few seconds. I realize that a good handwave is good, because it is done slowly, so fluidly. And then we fall into the hotel.
Scene 2.
at the top of an elevator shaft, futuristic, brightly lit, there are two rooms connected by a hallway. One room leads to space, where I will find my spacesuit, and a vaccuum and will go off on my mission. The mission is not possible, and I fail everytime I go, and I'm upset at this, as I've tried this level many times. This is a game I'm playing.
The second room is well lit, but not exciting in the slightest. It's not decorated, concrete, like a backroom, or observation room. There are wrappers on the ground, basic colours, yellow, red, glass. And there is a computer terminal. If I want to, I can go to the computer terminal and it will give me candy, but then the room will self-destruct. "I've figured it out!" I yell, I've understood how to beat the game. I ask it to self-destruct. I wake up.
In a long line up at a market, someone's with me, my sister or mother, don't know. Having a conversation with the cashere, there are many people behind me and there are more and more. My condition is getting worse, I gotta get to the hotel. periodically my mind begins to spin. It begins to stretch, sideways, as if forcing my visiong sideways with a pressure inside my head. Then it all reverts back to normal. Finally we get out of here. Were running back, I can't keep my balance, or speak really. I'm in a foreign place, and some people are asking me if they can help, but I know better, they'll want money, or something, so I just keep running. I find my sister and ask her for help, she helps to stabalize me. We pass through a darker room with blue colours. I realize I might be dying, so I stop when there to dance for a few seconds. I realize that a good handwave is good, because it is done slowly, so fluidly. And then we fall into the hotel.
Scene 2.
at the top of an elevator shaft, futuristic, brightly lit, there are two rooms connected by a hallway. One room leads to space, where I will find my spacesuit, and a vaccuum and will go off on my mission. The mission is not possible, and I fail everytime I go, and I'm upset at this, as I've tried this level many times. This is a game I'm playing.
The second room is well lit, but not exciting in the slightest. It's not decorated, concrete, like a backroom, or observation room. There are wrappers on the ground, basic colours, yellow, red, glass. And there is a computer terminal. If I want to, I can go to the computer terminal and it will give me candy, but then the room will self-destruct. "I've figured it out!" I yell, I've understood how to beat the game. I ask it to self-destruct. I wake up.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Notes 3
I feed my dog daily, thus he is a good dog.
Nonsense, he is a fat dog.
Nonsense, he is a fat dog.
A counter to the 'virtue' in free love.
Flicking nukes like cigarette butts.
She did did she? She chose a more difficult path? Did she really choose to, or did her moral fiber force her to reply nicely to you my friend?
A lottery ticket that apologizes. A receipt that legitimates a purchase, and chases away police. Fruits and vegetables that require interpretation.
Flicking nukes like cigarette butts.
She did did she? She chose a more difficult path? Did she really choose to, or did her moral fiber force her to reply nicely to you my friend?
A lottery ticket that apologizes. A receipt that legitimates a purchase, and chases away police. Fruits and vegetables that require interpretation.
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